Sigmoid Rumbling Below the Beltline, Replacement of Mouse Balls, and Other Survival Skills
Public Service Messages.
I bought one of these the other day. Couldn’t find the “start” button. Got the info online. Started it up. Garage disappeared. Suddenly, I was riding a mule. On the observation deck. Empire State Building. Exceptional view. No complaints, but be advised.
My mouse is still screaming. In a very high voice. Also, he’s growing breasts. Quite large ones. Actually, three. Moreover, he’s up and walking on two “feet.” Making flamboyant gestures. Singing Broadway tunes. No complaints from me – mouse has a dynamite voice. But be advised. If you object to Broadway tunes.
