Well it’s re-run Friday again. And I know if you’re anything like me, you don’t like to head into the weekend not knowing whether or not your body has been taken over by an alien. So here are the signs:
You don’t get why you can’t order Panda at Panda Express.
You often sink into a depression over having just the one head.
Oh sure you’re a cat lover, but only because they drink their milk out of s a u c e r s .
While everybody else is drinking Margaritas, you’re drinking Margarita.
When you introduce yourself to others, you feel compelled to add that you’re “just your typical human being.”
You can’t believe you went so long never realizing how superfluous pupils were.
When nobody’s looking you turn into a writhing platter of arroz con pollo.
You’re worried about…
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