Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Operation Comrade McNugget

There is nothing to tell you today.
My inspiration is moonlighting as a Russian spy who works 2nd shift at a McDonalds in Kiev, and I haven't heard anything from it since last night.
There's a slight possibility the CIA might have found out about my secret plan to turn bodily gases into sentient beings. I had almost gotten to the point where my farts could crawl, but that's it.
Clearly further research is needed, provided I don't end up in federal prison instead.
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9 comments:

Meloncutter said...

This post was bait for me to comment wasn't it? You know I just can't pass up a Fart Post.

My farts are sentient beings that I have trained to defend me in bad situations. Usually just their appearance and presence are enough to drive away attackers. I think they have even prevented me from being struck by lightning.

The trick is, learn to communicate with your farts. Set and talk to them when they appear. After time, they will learn to answer you.

Try it.

Later Y'all.

Mo said...

Have you read Ian's book, The Milkman, where the aliens are actually sentient farts?

Bear said...

I must train my farts to crawl... it will save me from having to flap my sheets.

Marilyn said...

Wow... um, good luck with that.

xup said...

You should get the smellerama feature enabled on your blog, so that we can all be in the moment with you.

Da Old Man said...

Crawling farts could be the next big thing. And it would make a great name for a rock band.

whall said...

Are they from a gaseous cloud out in space? Maybe they overpopulated their area.

Travis said...

Ah-hah! If you haven't already, you should read Ian Healey's book, The Milkman. He knows all about sentient farts.

Janna said...

Meloncutter: You are very wise.

Morgen: I haven't read that! Sounds fun!

Bear: Yes, it really comes in handy.

Marilyn: I will keep you posted on my progress.

Xup: I'd hate to lose readers...

DaOldMan: "Hi, my name is Janna, and I'm lead guitarist for The Crawling Farts...." Wow, yeah, you're right!

Whall: They're from a gaseous cloud right here in Mighigan. Trust me.

Travis: So I hear! That sounds like a fun book.