Thursday, May 31, 2007

A Little Less Conversation, A Little More Babbling

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Clicker is so overcome by Millie's loveliness that he's reduced to Caveman Language, or possibly German. And I'm pretty sure he was wearing a bow tie but his spasming Adam's apple popped the darn thing right off! (The Adam's apple: the boner on your throat!)

But really, who could blame him? Millie strolled into the office dressed in a giant sausage casing! Sure, it pinches at the shoulders and forces every limb to splay outwards at bizarre angle and you end up walking so oddly that every bystander is certain you got lost on your way to Lourdes but hoo-boy does it ever show off your curves! The tricky part? Getting your local hotdog plant to consent to letting you climb onto the assembly line.

3 comments:

Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator said...

He must be REALLY excited, he's got hearts and wiggly legs and everything.

MaGnUs said...

It's not German, no German word is shorter than ten letters.

Blockade Boy said...

Jon: Or it's, y'know... the meth.

MaGnUs: Excellent point.