Ray's Thought for the Day - My Third Delicious Cinnamon Bun of DY 1
Our little planet, earth, has inched recklessly along the elliptic, simultaneously tilting the part I’m on ever closer to the fickle Ogma. Praise Ye Goddess!!!!, the Second Partition of Polar Bear, Day 15 of DY 1 indicates it’s time for my delicious cinnamon bun. This time, I’m not treating Crumby. If he wants a delicious cinnamon bun, he can get it, fer himself. Uh, oh! A secret message is coming in from the DNS.
The Druid News Service (DNS) Presents - US Culture Today - A Newsy News Feature Intermittently Provided by the DNS - Ms. Hope Remains, Ace Reporter, Presiding in Secret - The Kinglet in the Comfort Station
Shhhhh!!!! I have to whisper. Utilizing all sorts of Secret Druidic Powers plus Mary the Virgin’s Undetectable Aroma Powder so the sniffer dogs won’t get me, I have managed to sneak past all the guards and minions and now I am in the very innards of the White Palace. Goodness gracious sakes alive!!!!
Hello there regular people and boys. This is Ms. Hope Remains reporting from the very innards of the White Palace. Goodness! You would not believe all the interesting stuff socked away in this joint. For Goddess Sakes, there go the evil ministers Chitlin and Sleeza. What evil mischief are they up to? But where’s the Kinglet? Hold on a minute while I sense where the Kinglet is. Hmmm. Ok. I got him sensed, down the hall. Now I must quietly tip toe down the hall, making sure I’m quiet as a mouse. Ha! He’s behind this door. The door has a spell on it. Let’s see if I can make out the spell. Yes, just barely I can make the spell out. It spells, Kinglet’s Comfort Station. Goodnesss! Let me see. I’ll just gently turn this knob to see if the door is locked. Shucks! It’s locked. Hark though! The Kinglet is singing merrily while performing his ablutions.
I’m the power, I’m the decider.
There aint no thoughts, uh, I mean doubts, uh doubts, in my mind.
Uh, uh, I’m the decider, I couldn’t not be the decider.
Uh, if I tried.
Shhhh! Goodness! Yikes! I need to move to a safer spot. Someone’s coming. Let me just tip toe off, out of the way. Gracious sakes. It is the Kinglet’s Simpering Theoretical First Lady, arrived on the scene. What’s she up to? Goodness! She’s stopping at the Kinglet’s Comfort Station. She’s speaking.
Masterful Kinglet, are you in there?
Yep, I am in here, attempting to perform some, uh, private ablutions.
Well, Masterful Kinglet, I just bumped into evil minister Chitlin, and that poor orphan, Sleeza. They said you are sposed to come to an important meeting.
Uh, uh. Yep, I am. I’m headed out to that important meeting as soon as I get all this wiped up, he-he.
OK Masterful Kinglet, I just wanted to make sure you remembered the meeting.
Yep. I remember. Now leave me alone so I can, uh, finish up.
Yes, Masterful Kinglet.
The Theoretical First Lady simpers off, down the immaculate hallway.
Whew! That was close. Wait, the door is opening. Out comes the Kinglet. Off he goes. I’ll sneak along behind. Where’s he headed? Should I tell the Kinglet his undears are riding too high? Mercy! What am I thinking? Oh my goodness. Here we are at the meeting. There’s Chitlin and Sleeza. Look how the minions bow and scrape. Uh, oh. The Kinglet has gone in and shut the door right in my face. How annoying is that? Oh well. This is Ms. Hope Remains signing off for the DNS. Ray, sugar, I’ll be home tonight. Watch Out for the Wicker Man!!!!
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Man alive!!!! My beautiful girlfriend and Ace Reporter sure is a brave heart. How the heck did she pull all that off? Mmmmm. This cinnamon bun is, delicious.
The Druid News Service (DNS) Presents - US Culture Today - A Newsy News Feature Intermittently Provided by the DNS - Ms. Hope Remains, Ace Reporter, Presiding in Secret - The Kinglet in the Comfort Station
Shhhhh!!!! I have to whisper. Utilizing all sorts of Secret Druidic Powers plus Mary the Virgin’s Undetectable Aroma Powder so the sniffer dogs won’t get me, I have managed to sneak past all the guards and minions and now I am in the very innards of the White Palace. Goodness gracious sakes alive!!!!
Hello there regular people and boys. This is Ms. Hope Remains reporting from the very innards of the White Palace. Goodness! You would not believe all the interesting stuff socked away in this joint. For Goddess Sakes, there go the evil ministers Chitlin and Sleeza. What evil mischief are they up to? But where’s the Kinglet? Hold on a minute while I sense where the Kinglet is. Hmmm. Ok. I got him sensed, down the hall. Now I must quietly tip toe down the hall, making sure I’m quiet as a mouse. Ha! He’s behind this door. The door has a spell on it. Let’s see if I can make out the spell. Yes, just barely I can make the spell out. It spells, Kinglet’s Comfort Station. Goodnesss! Let me see. I’ll just gently turn this knob to see if the door is locked. Shucks! It’s locked. Hark though! The Kinglet is singing merrily while performing his ablutions.
I’m the power, I’m the decider.
There aint no thoughts, uh, I mean doubts, uh doubts, in my mind.
Uh, uh, I’m the decider, I couldn’t not be the decider.
Uh, if I tried.
Shhhh! Goodness! Yikes! I need to move to a safer spot. Someone’s coming. Let me just tip toe off, out of the way. Gracious sakes. It is the Kinglet’s Simpering Theoretical First Lady, arrived on the scene. What’s she up to? Goodness! She’s stopping at the Kinglet’s Comfort Station. She’s speaking.
Masterful Kinglet, are you in there?
Yep, I am in here, attempting to perform some, uh, private ablutions.
Well, Masterful Kinglet, I just bumped into evil minister Chitlin, and that poor orphan, Sleeza. They said you are sposed to come to an important meeting.
Uh, uh. Yep, I am. I’m headed out to that important meeting as soon as I get all this wiped up, he-he.
OK Masterful Kinglet, I just wanted to make sure you remembered the meeting.
Yep. I remember. Now leave me alone so I can, uh, finish up.
Yes, Masterful Kinglet.
The Theoretical First Lady simpers off, down the immaculate hallway.
Whew! That was close. Wait, the door is opening. Out comes the Kinglet. Off he goes. I’ll sneak along behind. Where’s he headed? Should I tell the Kinglet his undears are riding too high? Mercy! What am I thinking? Oh my goodness. Here we are at the meeting. There’s Chitlin and Sleeza. Look how the minions bow and scrape. Uh, oh. The Kinglet has gone in and shut the door right in my face. How annoying is that? Oh well. This is Ms. Hope Remains signing off for the DNS. Ray, sugar, I’ll be home tonight. Watch Out for the Wicker Man!!!!
_____
Man alive!!!! My beautiful girlfriend and Ace Reporter sure is a brave heart. How the heck did she pull all that off? Mmmmm. This cinnamon bun is, delicious.
posted by ray pistrum at Saturday, January 06, 2007
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