No wonder I can't get airborne. With four damned Mallard ducks, a "clutch" of at least 15 hummingbirds, resting on my back, and 25 seagulls blinding my vision...
And would that darned woodpecker stop thumping my eardrum bone behind my ear!! Gotcha...you three little chipmunks, the sneaky squirrels gotaway.
Yahoo groups (strokesurvivors) is out of commission.
For 7 or 8 hours.
Everytime I flap my wings, the bats dance around my head, the Ravens circle and sing "God Bless America",
Challenged by the Eagles (shrieking "That's my song") and that propels the Kangaroo into jumping up and down and singing "Watzing Mathilda.
I'm now in "lala land" dreaming. My wings are spreading, and I have ice-skates on. Flap-flap-flap-flap - soaring down the ice arena, bumping right into Mario Lemieux (the oldest captain of the Canada Hockey team).
We spend blissful moments discussing our aches and pains.
As we part, I show him Reinhard's latest postcard and he confesses - he never received a postcard of a babe in a banana belt (you can explain this one Baron Von Reinhard)!!!
Now I have fluffed my feathers free, spreading my wings wide, and am headed for StarTruck.
And what better place to go than the sanity of Star Truk ?
Where even the Klingon hordes can't follow the plot ?
hmmmm... we haven't had a visit from them for quite a while
