Space Case

Man, I worked a lot this week. It may be the first week that I actually spent more time at work than awake at home. Is that sad?

So, by work I mean pushing a button and then spending the next few to several hours in la-la land. So here are some of my deep thoughts.

If I were a cop on one of those cop shows with two cops doing rogue-cop things (see Carter and Briggs from Regular Show), I think I wouldn't use guns--I would use my fists. I'd be like, "These guns don't run out of ammo," as I held my right fist like it was some kind of gun. I also wouldn't use profanity or anything even mildly close to it (my angry phrase would be "Bad Words!"), and most of my cases would involve busting contraband Cadbury Egg dealers. They're dangerous, you see, for contributing to obesity and ADD and fits of depression when Easter season ends and they are no longer available. Plus they're too rich for even me. Most of all, my signature catch phrase would be "You're under arrest. You have the right to remain punched!" And then I would punch him/her, if I already hadn't done so... numerous times.
I might actually turn this into a script. I've already got the two names of the cops picked out.

And then I found this video on Bookface, but not at work:

Sure the dog things is warm and fuzzy, but did you hear the sound the cat made when it fell of the ladder? LOLES!!

I only buy Bluebell ice cream when it's under 7 bucks at the store. 

Tomorrow is Father's day, so the ward linger longer is doing a "bring your father's favorite dish" thing. Well, I sure as Bad Words am not going to bring CORNED BEEF! What kind of human being wants corned beef for any type of special day, dad? Maybe people who live in Ireland... or Mars...

I talk to myself a lot when I drive places. I even try to say the same two words over and over again for 20 minutes. Maybe I'm practicing for the next game of "See who can get an annoyed reaction out of dad first". Maybe I'm just crazy. Ya, I'm pretty crazy. Pretty. Crazy. Pretty. Crazy. Pretty. Crazy. Pretty. Crazy. Pretty. Crazy. Pretty. Crazy. Pretty. Crazy. Pretty. Crazy. Pretty. Crazy. Pretty. Crazy. Pretty. Crazy. Pretty. Crazy. GENTLEMEN, THAT'S ENOUGH!!

Nathan Fillion is going to be in the new "Much Ado about Nothing," playing the role as Dogberry, which was played by Michael Keaton in the Kenneth Branaugh version. Thought the world might need to know.

I want to go to bed at night and have a cat attack my under-the-covers feet. I want a cat to sit on my face. I want to send my little sister cat memes, but I don't think I should cause she's on her mission.

I want to freakin hug a cat RIGHT NOW!!

The broken link from last post was supposed to say "booger."

My next fantasy team name is going to be "Risky Biscuits." Not originally mine, but I know genius when I see it. 

I want to go to St. Paul, Minneapolis to eat at the Nook, getting a juicy loosey burger. It would be a good honeymoon destination. I have no reason to be talking about honeymoons right now. We could stop in Des Moines, Iowa, for the Adam Emenecker challenge on the way. Also, St. Louis to get a Monte Cristo dog at the Iron Barley. 

Which reminds me... I totally have to wake up tomorrow morning and do some pig-in-the-blankets which are not totally NOT corned beef. I should probably go to bed soon...