It’s interesting the earthlings have advanced spacecraft that can travel deep into space however they still use internal combustion engine powered forklifts. Seems a bit off until you remember oh yeah Sandy Frank.
THIS IS THE THREEADDD WRITTEN FOR THE RIFFING,
THIS IS THE RIFFFFFF SENT IN BY ARTCRROOOW,
HE TRIEEEEED TO KILL ME WITH A FORKLIFT (huzzah!)
I’LL BE THERE TONIGHT, STOP IN AND SAY HELLLLOOOOO…
After a hard day of yelling at towel bars, I got a last-minute invitation to visit my brother and SIL (and their 3-yo and newborn) tomorrow morning. So I quickly whipped together a batch of sausage-and-pepper stuffed shells for their freezer! Now I’m on the couch with a well-earned glass of wine, ready to sing a song about any attempted murder with heavy machinery that may pop up.
I can’t SLEEP! IN HEAVENLY PEACE! I was about to give in and take something to (hopefully) knock me out as this $%#! has gone on the whole week, but just saw the time - and Ha Ha Ha Ha, I’m stuck here anyway - what’s another 2 hrs of wakefulness. (but if I suddenly stop talking, it might be that I finally crashed, on the couch).
Gonna make food, gonna find my disc, gonna see you in a half hour - (though I wish we were doing a Hercules movie, I might find comfort in watching someone else enjoy a good days and night sleep, at least)
I took a nap to get ready for this, and my kitty slept on my chest the whole time. She kept me pinned down for another thirty minutes getting cheek rubs.