»What is this, dude? Is Hollywood nearing?«
The llama is chewing the curtains of the living-room windows after it has remarked they could use another washing. Or a first one? Who could tell?
»Are you talking about the Hollywood like in the movies and the whole film business and industry, animal?«
»I just saw the monster in your latest picture, although it looks more like some kind of demon…«
»You know that you are using filling phrases like 'some kind of' or 'something like that' a lot in this blockblog of mine, don't you, animal?«
»Who doesn't, human? Who doesn't? Well, just to finish my thought or thoughts, I saw that blue monster in the picture and it was not Cookie Monster from Sesame Street - unless Cookie went all crazy lately because some 'so-called' woke bunch of elitists forced him or her to become a sugarfree and vegane and green Cabbage Monster in our 'so-called' modern times.«
»Animal!«
»What, dude? Let me use my quotation marks the way I want. And let me add some 'so-called' anti-woke points and conspiracy theories to this block. We are living in very trumpled times lately where poor old Cookie Monster is forced to renounce his cookies and may return without his boyhood from school as Madame Cookie if we do not vote for the right person next week.«
»I am very surprised where this conversation went.«
My eye-brows are touching my hairline.
»We were talking about dirty curtains, about Hollywood and all of a sudden we are talking about voting for an orange-faced man with strange ideas although we are not living in the United States of one part of the American continents and do not have a vote in this election. As they say, that escalated quickly.«
»In Springfield, they are eating llamas, dude! Can you save me from those extremely dangerous and criminal Hirogians, dude? Can you?«
The llama is spitting out the remains of the curtains murmering something like,
»I'll clean up that mess later.«
Then it takes a deep breath, throws the curly hair on its head back and looks me straight in the eyes.
»I wanted to start this blockblog-post with the following sentence,
Halloween is nearing.
Then I somehow confused Halloween with Hollywood and I got carried away. I beg your pardon, dude. So, you still are not done with searching for a new companion? And just because Halloween is near you thought you might want to invite a monster or a demon or whatever it is to our apartment? Am I getting this right? How many times will I have to read a title 'Bromford and…' again?«
»Around seventy times«, I mumble, »if I do not find other additional candidates.«
And all the animal has left to say is,
The llama is chewing the curtains of the living-room windows after it has remarked they could use another washing. Or a first one? Who could tell?
»Are you talking about the Hollywood like in the movies and the whole film business and industry, animal?«
»I just saw the monster in your latest picture, although it looks more like some kind of demon…«
»You know that you are using filling phrases like 'some kind of' or 'something like that' a lot in this blockblog of mine, don't you, animal?«
»Who doesn't, human? Who doesn't? Well, just to finish my thought or thoughts, I saw that blue monster in the picture and it was not Cookie Monster from Sesame Street - unless Cookie went all crazy lately because some 'so-called' woke bunch of elitists forced him or her to become a sugarfree and vegane and green Cabbage Monster in our 'so-called' modern times.«
»Animal!«
»What, dude? Let me use my quotation marks the way I want. And let me add some 'so-called' anti-woke points and conspiracy theories to this block. We are living in very trumpled times lately where poor old Cookie Monster is forced to renounce his cookies and may return without his boyhood from school as Madame Cookie if we do not vote for the right person next week.«
»I am very surprised where this conversation went.«
My eye-brows are touching my hairline.
»We were talking about dirty curtains, about Hollywood and all of a sudden we are talking about voting for an orange-faced man with strange ideas although we are not living in the United States of one part of the American continents and do not have a vote in this election. As they say, that escalated quickly.«
»In Springfield, they are eating llamas, dude! Can you save me from those extremely dangerous and criminal Hirogians, dude? Can you?«
The llama is spitting out the remains of the curtains murmering something like,
»I'll clean up that mess later.«
Then it takes a deep breath, throws the curly hair on its head back and looks me straight in the eyes.
»I wanted to start this blockblog-post with the following sentence,
Halloween is nearing.
Then I somehow confused Halloween with Hollywood and I got carried away. I beg your pardon, dude. So, you still are not done with searching for a new companion? And just because Halloween is near you thought you might want to invite a monster or a demon or whatever it is to our apartment? Am I getting this right? How many times will I have to read a title 'Bromford and…' again?«
»Around seventy times«, I mumble, »if I do not find other additional candidates.«
And all the animal has left to say is,
» HAPPY HALLOWEEN !!!«
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Today is Tuesday, the 29th of October 2024.
