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Well, I’ve done it… I’ve finally made the Muppet Test. I’ve been talking about doing it for quiet a while… but now it is finally done!
Click here to find out what Muppet you are! You’ll even have the option to copy and paste some code into your site that shows the world. What Muppet you are most like!
Tis the season for spooks and ghouls, and kids and candy, and dressing up, and having parties, and apples, and jack-o-lanterns, black cats, witches, full moons, goblins, midnight runs, and all sorts of other colorful language. So, with all those wonderful words swimming around in my head I thought I’d write a little poem all about Halloween.
An Ode to Halloween
It’s Halloween!
It’s Halloween!
It’s Halloween!
It’s HAL-LO-WEEEEEEEN!!!
I hope you enjoyed it.
Here’s a little poem I wrote today using only numbers.
Hope you enjoy it… I know we did.
3, 5, 8, 9, 12
4, 6, 2, 1, 7
3, 4, 3, 13
6, 21, 11
I was crazy once.
But, I digress . . .
The other day when I was making a left turn in a crowded intersection, an old lady drank from a large Sonic cup for what seemed like minutes. Long and slow, slow and long, sipping, sipping, sipping . . .
I asked myself, “Why?”
Now, riddle me THAT.
My question is what would Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith, choose as his preferred drink? Sprite, or 7up? Sure, Coke or Pepsi, that’s easy. And if Dr. Pepper is available I think we all know what his choice would obviously be. But I find myself on unsteady ground when his Dark-Lordship is given the choice between two similar, yet competing, light colored soda choices.
My belief is he would opt for the 7up. Reasons? Well, I think the determining factor would, obviously, be the name. Let’s face it… no-one with the “Darth” prefix is going to be partaking in something as light-heartedly named as “Sprite.” That would be as silly as Lord Voldemort choosing McDonald’s over Burger King… it just ain’t gonna happen.
The best thing about feet is, if you use them to flush the toilet, you don’t have to wash your hands again.
I think I could run a cheese factory. I mean what’s so hard about that? Make some cheese… wrap it up… sell it… roll in the money you make. It’s not like we’re living in the dark ages.
I suppose my only real problem with the whole idea would be that I’m not really sure what cheese is made of. I think it’s pieces of rock… no… not from the moon… I’m not stupid. Then again I think I saw on Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood one time about how they make cheese. There was this big yellow bird who had a sort of fuzzy elephant friend… and sometimes there was a cartoon.
See… running a cheese factory would be easy!
