Sunday, November 2, 2008
The problem with pandas
Anyone have a small dining room table for me? I'll give you a magical rock for it that will grant you one wish. I wished for a pet talking panda, which was a very bad idea. Pandas may be cute, but they are mean little bastards. And you know what? They aren't that little, either. Now I have a 400 pound panda locked in my bathroom, yelling that he's going to rip out my throat and feast on my intestines. And he expects me to open the door for him? I figure another couple of days and the panda will be weak enough, from lack of food, for me to sneak in there and hit him in the head with a hammer. That leads to another problem, though. What do you do with the corpse of a talking panda? I'm thinking bbq.