1/31/2005

Gross is gross.

I was ailing with a cold a couple of weeks ago. My throat bore the brunt of it. I ate so many cough drops that I was farting eucalyptus clouds like gangbusters. It was bad. I considered converting my bathroom to a day spa. But then I recovered from the cold and my cough drop diet came to a hault.

I didn't know what to tell the group of koala bears who showed up at my door. Poor little fellas flew in all the way from Australia. Sorry, little guys. The magic's over.

7 comments:

Latigo Flint said...

Good stuff!

By the way, koala bears only respond to violence and/or threats of. Whatever you decide to tell them, make sure it can be said with a 9 iron and a belt sander.

Veggie said...

With you Bug-A-Boo the magic is never over. Hahahaha! :)

sCruuw said...

I got bears here too! Albino's!

Jack Mercer said...

You're too much, Bug!

Punkin said...

Poor little hungry Koala's...you're such a tease.

Toni said...

And that's why you should always have a jar ready to catch your farts. You never know when a eucalyptus fart might come in handy.

Peach Flambée said...

Hmmm. Add one flicked Bic, and your frat party becomes a trendy, aromatherapy social, sure to attract nubile college girls.