RICHARD
06-08-2008, 02:16 PM
Space is the final frontier.
And there are places where no man has gone before and places that no man (or woman) should HAVE to go. This past week the space shuttle went up to the space station to fix a broken toilet. It's bad enough to think about traveling in a car and having to find a place to go potty, imagine pulling the International Space Station over for a potty break!:eek:
I was settling in for my Sunday morning TV viewing when I get my usual visit from my "room mate". He settles in to get some scritches and head rubs.......it's then I notice a slight stench about us.
It's not me, so I check the Edster and EWWWWWWWWW IT's a frigging clingon! I hit the warning button that sets off the horns all across the house....
I try to pry the offending alien material orbiting around the Furr-anus quadrant and get no where. This is going to be a little more complicated.
I place the Edster out doors while I gather the appropriate materials to attack this problem.
I grab the towel, shampoo, brush and good intentions.
We are going in!
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I grab the cat and run into the bathroom. The door is shut and the cat looks at me, the closed door, back at me and IT IS ON!
To save water I start the shower, grab the cat and jump in.
Ed gets the first pass, but as I start to lather him up I notice his cries and howls are not that subtle. The shampoo I use promises "No More Tears" - yes, it's a baby shampoo and I have used it before- If it's good enough for a baby, it's good enough for my baby!- but why can't they invent a shampoo that will keep the cat from sounding like I am killing him?
I work towards the Clingon and that pops off like it's being repelled by some kind of force field! Almost done!!! I open the shower door so I can finish with my shower and my beauty issues!:rolleyes:
The Edster pops out and goes to the door to continue, but at a lower volume, his protests. I'm done and get ready to do some healing. I know that
I'll be the bad guy for the rest of the day.
After a few passes with the towel I am 'told' that my services are no longer needed. I wonder if that Clingon took over his mind!
Nope, no chance of that.....As I type this the Edster is grooming himself on his box on his desk. By suppertime all will be forgiven, the Clingon blasting towards some far off place on the planet and my friend, more or less, will be completely dry.
And someplace over the planet, the astronauts on the International Space Station are thrilled about the fact that their toilet is fixed.
I wonder what the protocol for Clingons in zero gravity is?:confused:
And there are places where no man has gone before and places that no man (or woman) should HAVE to go. This past week the space shuttle went up to the space station to fix a broken toilet. It's bad enough to think about traveling in a car and having to find a place to go potty, imagine pulling the International Space Station over for a potty break!:eek:
I was settling in for my Sunday morning TV viewing when I get my usual visit from my "room mate". He settles in to get some scritches and head rubs.......it's then I notice a slight stench about us.
It's not me, so I check the Edster and EWWWWWWWWW IT's a frigging clingon! I hit the warning button that sets off the horns all across the house....
I try to pry the offending alien material orbiting around the Furr-anus quadrant and get no where. This is going to be a little more complicated.
I place the Edster out doors while I gather the appropriate materials to attack this problem.
I grab the towel, shampoo, brush and good intentions.
We are going in!
-------------
I grab the cat and run into the bathroom. The door is shut and the cat looks at me, the closed door, back at me and IT IS ON!
To save water I start the shower, grab the cat and jump in.
Ed gets the first pass, but as I start to lather him up I notice his cries and howls are not that subtle. The shampoo I use promises "No More Tears" - yes, it's a baby shampoo and I have used it before- If it's good enough for a baby, it's good enough for my baby!- but why can't they invent a shampoo that will keep the cat from sounding like I am killing him?
I work towards the Clingon and that pops off like it's being repelled by some kind of force field! Almost done!!! I open the shower door so I can finish with my shower and my beauty issues!:rolleyes:
The Edster pops out and goes to the door to continue, but at a lower volume, his protests. I'm done and get ready to do some healing. I know that
I'll be the bad guy for the rest of the day.
After a few passes with the towel I am 'told' that my services are no longer needed. I wonder if that Clingon took over his mind!
Nope, no chance of that.....As I type this the Edster is grooming himself on his box on his desk. By suppertime all will be forgiven, the Clingon blasting towards some far off place on the planet and my friend, more or less, will be completely dry.
And someplace over the planet, the astronauts on the International Space Station are thrilled about the fact that their toilet is fixed.
I wonder what the protocol for Clingons in zero gravity is?:confused: