As all of my gentle readers already know, I am a mega-fan of Girl Scout Cookies, so imagine my horror when I found out that Girl Scout Cookies are killing my orangutan ancestors! It is all just too horrible to imagine... Stop the horror! Stop the horror at once!
No time for blogging today! I am off to Chicago (The Murder Capital of America) to help Germaine Gregarious work on her doctoral thesis. (What I don't understand is why can't her doctor work on his own thesis?) In the meantime you can watch these swell videos of the amazing Axe Cop [ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 ], a tale of the trials and tribulations of a modern policeman written by a 7 year old and drawn by his slightly older brother. (Enjoy the videos! I've got to go stock up on quicklime, plastic bags, rope, and lots of extra Handi Wipes for the trip.)
No time for blogging today! As a member of the Unannounced Presidential Candidate Club, I am busy dispensing empty platitudes and broken promises to my disgruntled public. (I can say with all confidence that my worthless rhetoric is far superior to the worthless rhetoric of my unnamed opponents.) In the meantime you can watch this swell video of Belle Avery in the timeless classic "Giant science fiction microorganism, I think I love you!"(This is definitely one of the most romantic moments in television history.)
Dr. Zira, I must caution you. Experimental brain surgery on these creatures is one thing, and I'm all in favor of it. But to suggest that we can learn anything about the simian nature from a study of man is sheer nonsense. Man is a menace, a walking pestilence. He eats up his food supply in the forest, then migrates to our green belts and ravages our crops. The sooner he is exterminated, the better. It's a question of simian survival.