We had such FANTASTIC responses last week that I have decided to bring Moosy back and insist that he tells more jokes. *AHEM* (Well, actually, I promised Moosy that I would give him a carton of eggs and he loved all the praise he got, so . . . it was HIM! So blame HIM if you're getting tired of his stupid jokes.)
Now that I have given all of you this intro, I'm going to take a break and make a turkey sandwich for lunch. *looks in fridge and grabs mayonnaise, mustard, pickles, and bread*. TADA! Oh, oops. I forgot the turkey slices. *looks in fridge and opens door. Can't find turkey.* Hmmm . . . that's not right! *looks again, bumps something, and a whole carton of eggs falls on head. Looks up.* Oh, man . . .
Moosy: EGGS PLEASE!
Mylo: Er . . . sorry, Moosy . . . but I lied.
Moosy: EGGS.
Mylo: I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
Moosy: Go buy eggs. Now.
Mylo: But I don't have three dollars . . . I only have fifty cents.
Moosy: GRRR.
Mylo: O_O . . . er, Moosy . . . stand back, boy. It's . . . it's okay! I surrender! I SURRENDER!
Moosy: No surrenders . . .
Mylo: Oh. Okay . . . I guess this is the time to run away! *runs*
I really need a new puppet. FAST! Moosy likes eggs too much. *goes to store and sees an old lamb puppet for ten cents.* Oh well . . . best I have! *buys lamb*
Mylo: So what's your name, lamb?
???: I . . . oohh . . . whaa--aatt? x_x.
Mylo: Er . . . you're old.
???: WHAT DID YOU SAY?
Mylo: o_o Let's just call you Lamb Chops.
Lamb Chops: *dies*
Mylo: Puppet don't die.
Lamb Chops: Ohhhh . . . I did - not . . . know, that.
Mylo: You have terrible grammar, no offense.
Lamb Chops: A . . . I . . . b'lieve you - meant . . . total off-fense.
Mylo: I AM SO OFFENDED BY YOU . . . no wait. I am now impatient o_o.
Well, folks. Sorry about that. Today's performance was terrible . . . just terrible. I await your beatings with sticks and shovels and . . . whatever your weapon is. Pillows. I don't care.
SO.
-MAYONNAISE . . . and mustard. MAHLO . . .(mylo9810)
