And then Eric had to find his pants!
Really?!
Yup! Meanwhile the cops are on their way and no one knows where to go.
And there you are…
Right in the middle of it holding a rabbit!
Best weekend ever!
It was a bit crazy. So anyway.
Yeah, what’s with that guy?
What guy?
The one at the front of the line holding the rest of us up?
He’s just shopping like everyone else.
Mark.
What?
He’s arguing about a bottle of syrup.
He wants his discount.
I want to go home. I’m not saying my desires trump his, but…
But your desires trump his?
Sometimes they might!
Look, for all you know he is on a seriously tight budget and … oh, no he just said something about needing it to repel the aliens, didn’t he?
He so did.
So we’re just being held up by a crazy guy?
I could take him.
A smurf could take him.
Just saying.
They’ll call security any minute now.
We should use a different checkout line.
Mel, it’s three in the morning. Do you see another cashier?
All right then we should just leave.
Who needed olives at three? Was it me?
No.
You want to ditch them and try somewhere else?
No! They’re right here. In my hand! Look! So close…
And yet so far. The distance of crazy. One man, and his syrup, to fend off an alien invasion. Between your olive-y freedom and here stand that man and the voices in his head.
I could so take him.
And then what?
I dunno, I’d beat him up.
Right and when they arrest you, you think they’ll let you keep the olives?
Maybe?
And yet no. No, I think this day can be won by a different tactic…
Yeah?
OH MY LORD! PANCAKE ALIENS! RUN!
You didn’t!
I did!
Oh lord!
He ran! I mean he…
He really booked!
And now we’re just one grateful person away from paying for your olives.
Hooray for Pancake Aliens! I, for one, welcome our new Batter Overlords!
September 3rd, 2009 on 7:42 am
“Batter Overlords” = broken El Fro.
September 3rd, 2009 on 9:23 am
Why do I reference the Simpsons? I don’t even WATCH the Simpsons?
September 3rd, 2009 on 10:18 am
Oh. My. Gosh. Cannot. Stop. Laughing. (!!!)
Mister Knave, I don’t know how you do it, but please don’t stop!
September 3rd, 2009 on 10:20 am
Takaal: I just put one word in front of the other and try not to fall down. Glad you enjoy it!
September 6th, 2009 on 4:42 pm
I’m crying. I’m laughing so hard I’m crying.
September 6th, 2009 on 5:32 pm
Aw man! I wet myself. :(
.
:D
September 6th, 2009 on 8:55 pm
Drealien: Nice, just tell everyone I made you cry, huh? Sheesh.
Zcotty: Cleanup, Aisle four!
September 9th, 2009 on 2:06 am
Yup. I can spread that around if ya like.
September 24th, 2009 on 8:23 pm
WOW..
Only.
WOW.
(saves that line)
September 24th, 2009 on 8:49 pm
HAHAHAH!
October 15th, 2009 on 6:08 pm
Laughing too hard.Sides hurt.Cheeks hurt.Crying.Laughing..
Five minutes later,after stopping the laughter: *bows to APK*
November 24th, 2009 on 2:16 pm
O.o I think my laugh box is broke. I didn’t seam to hurt/soil myself while laughing…or laugh. I thought it was funny, so I smiled, I don’t laugh a lot, a smile is like a standing ovation from me…I’m a freak! XO
February 7th, 2010 on 3:43 am
I almost peed myself trying not to laugh out loud and wake the family.