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The Return of Mister Insanity
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[Mr. I]
"Our intelligence suggests that LOBO defected to the Saudi," explains Sapphire.
"Hmm," I says ponderously. "You are aware that this blog has killed me off three or four times. Are you going to offer the readers any explanation?"
Sapphire stares.
"Well okay then," I says. "Has anyone thought of going on a manhunt to get LOBO back?"
Sapphire stares.
More.
"Well," says Barbarossa finally. "I don't think we want the parade called off."
FUCK Monday
[LOBO]
The problem with working on Predator Press is that it has taken all the spice out of calling off of work ... thus, basking in my usual slothful indolence has lost a certain degree of debauched and ruthless zeal.
Still, I can offer up endless lame excuses all day long to you, o loyal reader.
Because I care.
So here goes:
"Dear Boss,
The reason I don't get around to blogging very often is that I occasionally moonlight as a double-secret agent. Last week I was in LOBOnia investigating MINDERBINDER, INC for the United States Government. (LOBOnia is a country a little south of Nigeria and a little north of, uh, Antarctica.) It was there that I was taken by surprise by a well-armed horde of time-traveling Space Mongols. I was subsequently held in a concentration camp for forty-four years, escaping with only the cunning use of my hair gel and a twig.
I’m now blogging via satellite, riding on the back of an elephant through Deepest Darkest Africa in search of the US Embassy. But satellites are really heavy, and my elephant is getting tired and cranky so I have to keep this short.
I have to warn the world of the coming Space Mongol invasion which would totally happen if you fired me. I also think I should not do anything resembling work tomorrow either … you know … in case anything weird happens. I need to conserve my energy.
The President, Myself, and the rest of the Free World all thank you for your cooperation and understanding in this matter, and I will blog some more as soon as I find a new elephant."
Ahhhh ... that's better.
Foreign Policy
[LOBO]
When Terri pointed out the bizarre story that Saudi Arabia had deported three men for being "too irresistible to women" [linked here], the entire tiny yet robust nation of LOBOnia immediately seceded from the United States.
LOBOnia, as you know, is the invisible ten foot mobile sphere that surrounds me at all times.
-I figured getting kicked out of Saudi Arabia could be a real career boost.
Still, despite having cast off the shackles of American oppression, I fidget nervously.
"Has Saudi Arabia called about my deportation yet?"
Terri rolls her eyes.
"No," she sighs.
"Well I can't wait to get the back into the shackles of American oppression forever," I complain. "I called the Saudi embassy, but the guy that answers the phone only speaks gibberish and eventually hangs up on me. What kind of lunatic country does that?"
"It sounds like you will fit right in," she replies.
-Uh oh.
Saturday
Taste
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[LOBO]
"... and that is why," I conclude, "Every time you blew on a rose petal, a dust of diamonds would float off."
"Wow, man," Barbarossa breathes.
"So okay, your turn. If you could bang a celebrity, who would you fuck?"
"Sonia Sotomayor," he replies. "She is sooooo hot."
"Who?"
"The Supreme Court Justice. I would bend her over the waffles, and smack that hot booty ... "
-I will reply as soon as I can stop blinking.
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