Dave's cutie niece is having a birthday soon. The birthday party invitation looks like this:
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| I am Elmo. The one, the only, Elmo. |
But the first time I saw the invitation, it was hanging on a refrigerator by means of a round black magnet, so it looked like this:
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| Naturally, my question was, "Dave, why is your niece having a Marilyn Monroe Elmo birthday party?" Naturally, his reply was, "That's more than a Marilyn Monroe. That's a rather large, potentially-cancerous growth." Poor Elmo. |
Hijinx ensued. The next thing we knew poor Elmo had other problems to worry about:
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| Elmo has a concussion. |
Then things went from bad to worse:
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| Elmo is very very VERY excited. Or scared. Or has a problem with cocaine. |
Poor Elmo. It's hard being a Muppet these days.
"Molybdenum harpist fez" comes to mind when I think of Sarah and magnets. Now I can add concussions and cocaine to the list.
ReplyDeleteFor the record, "Molybdenum harpist fez" was a true triumph in refrigerator magnet spelling history!
ReplyDeleteCocaine Elmo...I love it. At least now we know why he was giggling so much.
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