I would like to take this opportunity to welcome myself back to my own blog after my cruel and all too usual sentence of domestic servitude.
Having paid several installments upon my debt to society,1 Camille the Hot Comma Momma has seen fit to parole me, not so much out of any sense of clemency I suspect, but rather to meet with certain humor-thirsty Comma-addicts, address their needs, and with any luck inspire them to recovery, wholeness, and life outside our front yard.
Let me make good use of this temporary freedom by thanking my guest bloggers for the tenderness and concern they showed in infiltrating my house, launching a hostile takeover of my site, and generally making themselves at home in the unguarded heart of my Ominous empire right when I needed them the most.
I would also like to causally mention to the authorities that these same characters can be found:
However in spite of the indignities I suffered at the hands of these site-encroaching blog-squatters,2 they did provide one invaluable service.
No matter what other unspeakable humor-siphoning rites they performed while in control of the Comma, they must have included an exorcism somewhere on the schedule because my own personal slice of perdition, Doctor Harold Toboggans is nowhere to be found.
For that, my dear mutineers, you have my eternal gratitude.
I’ll be sure to visit you in prison.
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It was LOBO’s fault! He was there when we got there! He said it would be alright! I have always depended on the kindness of strangers! (Nobody stranger than LOBO.)
Welcome back. Use muriatic acid on the tub.
The prodigal returns.
I had to use a sandblaster on the tub.
The couch however, was quarantined by the EPA. We can still sit on it but only while wearing red astronaut suits.
Welcome back, sir! While your guest bloggers were truly awesome from a spectator’s point of view, their posts failed to scrape the gunk off of the inside of my monitor screen, as yours so often do.
Welcome back Brent,
You were missed…..
(Apparently the cross hairs are out of alignment)
John O.
Welcome back and … Hey! Where’s my fatted calf? And is that barbecue I smell?
It’s about time! The only good that came out of this whole ordeal was that Dr. T is gone. I hope that is a permanent condition, but I doubt it. He always seems to find a way out. Most cockroaches do you know.
So glad you are back Brent!
Hmmmmm…I’m thinking Lynn may have something to do with Dr. T’s disappearance.
I would like to make it known that the tub was all Debb’s fault!
Every time you point one finger away from you, the other four are pointing back!
Thank you Wolf, my secret is the moral fiber that lovingly fills each post.
I suppose the acetone doesn’t hurt either.
I thought someone just hated cans in my vicinity.
Jami, you have unsuspected depths.
As for the barbecue, here in Memphis cattle vanish so fast they have their own amber alert.
Local authorities almost alway recover the victims with a side coleslaw.
MISSING… oh man, Toboggans still has to sign my insurance forms.
Oh yeah good to have you back, and I didnt do anything to your house… especially the crawl space in the roof.
That’s a LOT of concerned readers! I just hope you had enough porta-potties.
Well, whatever you didn’t do is slowly dripping through the plaster on the ceiling.
Actually I forgot. That’s why they were so concerned.
Fellow slaves of domestic servitude salute you. Here’s in the Great White North (Canada) spring is finally upon us, as least some of us and, the unerring call of barren gardens and brown lawns offers an new season of toil on the soil.
I would like to be the first to welcome you back, sir.
Of course, I am not - but still, I’d like to be.
I actually saw the good Dr. on the side of the road having an intense argument with Diesel. There was also a dead squirrel in the road.
*Clears throat looks shifty*
Ha haa…
My math could be a little fuzz or I could be deformed, but I’m only getting three back at me. And it was partially Lynn’s fault for not stopping her.
Was the squirrel holding a moose leash? Is Diesel as tall as he looks in the pictures?
Author’s Note: If you are a crustacean and you are reading this then you know that when pointing a claw, both pinchers face away from you.
What you may not realize is that most of our other readers would not hesitate to boil you and eat you for dinner, so you should probably keep that pointing thing to a minimum.
Before he vanished Doctor Toboggans was working on a time machine just for situations like yours. I guess it will never be finished now.
Once again the past is safe for the first time.