Wednesday, April 12, 2006

It's an honor just to be nominated....

Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls... prepare to experience the most amazing marvel the world has created. Step right up. Now showing for the first time: Schrodinger the miraculous, thirty two years of age, has for these thirty-and-two years been sleeping -- night and day -- without a break. Before your very eyes, Schro will awaken from his death-like rigidity. Step right up. Step right up. Ladies and Gentlemen, Schro will now answer any question you like to put to him. Schro knows every secret. Schro knows the past and can see into the future. Come up and test him for yourselves.

Holding an envelope to my red turban:
A: Kitchy-kitchy-koo.

Ripping open envelope:
Q: What do you call a military coup led by General Kitchy Kitchy?

Thank you, and goodnight! I'll be here all week! Enjoy the Veal! Please tip your waitress.

-Schrodinger's Kitten

5 comments:

Dragon said...

That was a real groaner. LOL. Welcome to the monkey barn.

Lady Jane Scarlett said...

I'm on a new campaign...Free the Veal! I bid you a simultaneous welcome and anti-welcome to the barn.

'Jax said...

You might want to think about filing that one in Schrodinger's Catbox. ;-)

Welcome to the Barn.

Sea Hag said...

hello

Tracy Lynn said...

Schro, your wrongness is simply breathtaking. Hats off to you, my dear.