Ack! While switching to the new and improved Blogger, I somehow locked myself out of by own blog. This made me think of other ridiculous things that I could lock myself out of, such as:
- my womb
- my political leanings
- my underwear
- my daydream about being an alien goddess
- my deeply held suspicions
- the nuclei of my cells
Just picture me standing outside any of these things, saying, "Hey! Lemme in!"
Labels: alien goddesses, existential angst, wombs
posted by Jean Luc Petard at
6:29 PM
4 Comments:
I understand science on only the pre-K-est of levels, but I do not understand how you (composed of cells) could physically stand outside your cells.
Zinger I cannot avoid, though it would be in my best interests to do so: Nobody's ever found themselves locked out of your underwear.
"Locked Out of a Daydream," however, sounds like such a perfect 60s/70s folk song about racial harmony, however, that I will offer you this plan as an apology: I will invent a time machine, take you back to that era, form a band, record that song, and rake in millions.
Time travel plan B: I will take you back to one minute ago, before I wrote that underwear joke, and you can slap me until I am physically unable to type it.
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paperback reader, at 10:12 PM
this morning, I locked myself out of my office. I would have just gone home, except that my car keys were in my office... so I guess I locked myself out of my house, my car, my gym locker...
By
Unknown, at 11:46 AM
wtf- who is dan? why am i logged in as him? i bet this is all Dr Y's doing...
By
Dr Chompers, Ph.D, at 11:51 AM
I totally prefer Dan to Dr. Chompers. Dan is just so suave and...danly.
By
Jean Luc Petard, at 3:38 PM
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