Wednesday, June 11, 2008

An Apple a Day Would Be Nice...


Now what does that flashing light mean again? Wait. We're on? Again? Blast! One of these days I'll get it right. Uh-hem.


Welcome back! Things have been very up in the air here at the Mr. Manz show. Brother Manz and I appear to have caught a cold. I keep trying to let it go, but it refuses to leave.

Sister Manz is with another relative to try to avoid catching it. I miss her very much and hope to see her very, very soon. Sister Manz, we're thinking of you wherever you are. And, as soon as you get back, we promise to pull your hair, you mean ol' twit, for leaving us here to be ill. Oh, and I played with your pony.

Mama Manz is telling me to conserve my voice. Personally, I think she is trying to conserve her fingers as she tries to keep up with the running transcript. Come on, Mama Manz, suffer for art: MY art.

But now I'm off for my night life.

Take care, stay safe, and I'll be seeing you all soon. Well, YOU'LL be seeing ME soon. Have a good night.
(Hey, Brother Manz! Have you identified which dock that shipment of Joker Nerve Gas is supposed to be unloading at yet? Wait... Oh no! Get those cameras off me, already! Do you want to give away my secret identity!)

No comments: