Cosmo and I
Today's story and sketch "by me", started around lunchtime, I had just enjoyed an ice cold "O'Doul's, a great tasting non alcoholic beer, that will never dull your lighting quick reflexes, which was very important this morning, because I was testing the latest in personal interdimensional transportation the "RRSW" Rescue Randy Sport Wings. I had just finished a loop from the Man Cave to dimension seven to visit Zooelda's Famous, Moon Pie Shop, when I received an emergency call from Cosmo our "MCPPOE", Man Cave Posse Of Earth society crime scene photographer who was near Zooelda's in the dimension seven bad lands, at the crash site of an intergalactic glider with no pilot, Cosmo needed help to identify the glider, it had no identification numbers, no symbols and was not in any intergalactic databases, As soon as I flew above the crash I recognized the glider, as being from dimension fourteen, dimension fourteen has only one building it's the Flip Flop Resort maximum security prison for mimes, yes mimes specially the ones who have terrible skills with applying makeup or have no rythem or dance skills. I instructed Cosmo to get crash scene photos as soon as possible in case the mime returns. And we can contact the Flip Flop Resort after he returns to the Man Cave. Until next time taa ta the Rod Blog
Cosmo and I
Today's story and sketch "by me", started around lunchtime, I had just enjoyed an ice cold "O'Doul's, a great tasting non alcoholic beer, that will never dull your lighting quick reflexes, which was very important this morning, because I was testing the latest in personal interdimensional transportation the "RRSW" Rescue Randy Sport Wings. I had just finished a loop from the Man Cave to dimension seven to visit Zooelda's Famous, Moon Pie Shop, when I received an emergency call from Cosmo our "MCPPOE", Man Cave Posse Of Earth society crime scene photographer who was near Zooelda's in the dimension seven bad lands, at the crash site of an intergalactic glider with no pilot, Cosmo needed help to identify the glider, it had no identification numbers, no symbols and was not in any intergalactic databases, As soon as I flew above the crash I recognized the glider, as being from dimension fourteen, dimension fourteen has only one building it's the Flip Flop Resort maximum security prison for mimes, yes mimes specially the ones who have terrible skills with applying makeup or have no rythem or dance skills. I instructed Cosmo to get crash scene photos as soon as possible in case the mime returns. And we can contact the Flip Flop Resort after he returns to the Man Cave. Until next time taa ta the Rod Blog