To think it came to this. If my brother Craniorbs could see what I’ve become, I would be banished from the Pan-Stellar Spacing Guild and thrown to the Voracious Grominids of Bleen. Fortunately, the long-range transponder was damaged in the crash landing, so they will never learn of my fate.
My mission was doomed from the start. I staggered from the wreckage into a settlement, and one of the Earth creatures captured me. Even though their brains are small compared to the enhanced Craniorb brain, they thwarted my efforts to escape with primitive doorknobs that are not even mind-controlled. What irony.
Now I take every day as it comes, making the best of it. The creatures are kind, I must confess, and the food they serve me is remarkably similar to laser-braised Gleef meat. I just sit with them in the park, trying to forget.
Via Imgur and sender-inner Megan W.
This dog has better hair than me.
Maybe his large brain can compensate for his lack of height. Short but cute!
Tastes like Gleef! Count me in.
Trying to forget! Depending how the election goes, I may join the Craniorb in the park and try to forget also.
I’ll be right there with you. My hair will never be this poofy, though.
E.T. call home?
Tastes like Gleef, not Breen?
Or am I the only Babylon V fan here?
I watched. Can’t quote.
Funny, I can’t think of any quotes from Bab 5, all that sticks in my head is Zathras and The One.
I clearly need to rewatch B5 because I can’t think of any quotes, either, except for Vir doing that wonderful little finger wave and saying, “Bye bye.” Which was perhaps the longest-set-up bit of continuity I have ever seen in a TV show!
But I can’t eat Swedish meatballs any more, either, without thinking — and often saying out loud, “Oh, good! Breen!”
I have not a clue what you’re all talking about – but never mind, it wouldn’t make much sense to me anyway. I am impressed with what a knowledgeable group you are!
I do feel for that poor pooch – how does it scratch its ears? And the time it must take to achieve this dubious look.
I can’t believe doggie doesn’t tip over from the weight of its hair.
I could really use a Beetle Brox Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster right about now.
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Ha! You obviously know where your towel is….
I’m panicking!
Always. (Right now it’s on my steering wheel in hopes that I will not burn my hands when I leave work today. After using it this morning to wipe up the raindrops I dragged in on my umbrella.)
Glad to be of service
Which reminds me, this round-headed dog reminds me of Marvin:
He does but I prefer the original Marvin : “Your plastic pal who’s fun to be with”
Bob Ross dog thinks a happy little tree should go right. About. There.
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Did I miss the hover text?
Sorry! Forgot to write one! Ees feeks-ed!
Merci beaucoup!
Mr. Roundhead is a cousin of the Coneheads?
Only distantly related, distantly enough to be legally able to mate and produce what is known as the Ice Cream Cone Puppers. Delighful breed.
LOVE the gently snide hovertext…. ah, la petite Franςaise… toujour très jolie, non?
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PS I am assuming the doggie is a girl… if not, the poor baby is going to be somewhat confused.
Poor puppers. He’s also trying to forget about his bell bottom legs and the lace collar he has on.
Me on a humid day.
I gots no hovers! Wot did it say?
“I just tell people I come from France.” I had forgotten the hovertext when writing the post and when someone pointed out my error, I just added the first idea that popped into my head.
I seriously want to hire this dog’s stylist. Talk about bringing it to the playground.