Ok, That last panel has to be on a T-shirt !!
Someone Call tee-fury and get that done !
Very funny,, Doesn’t have the same ring as Braaaiinnsss but, still funny
When my I.Q. is up then I know what’s going down!
I can start making sense of this crazy old town,
While my friend and companion is sporting a frown!
Sweetheart, dear, excuse the intrusion!
And don’t mind my educated elocution!
Say now, say now, say now, my voice isn’t the issue …
I still have a appetite for neural tissue!
Hoity-toity!
Hoity-toity!
Hoity-toity!
Sweetheart, darling, look at the note now!
Make certain that I don’t eat what I wrote now!
My oh, my oh, my old friend, take this and protect it!
I’ll re-ject this intellect when I detect it!
Fret not!
Hoity-toity!
Hoity-toity!
Hoity-toity!
Fret not, for it won’t last!
“She hits the brain-bars with all her zombie friends, comes home at 2, 3 in the morning, all smart and articulate, criticising my grammer…. I’m telling you, the brains changed her! She’s not the zombie I became same-sex-platonic-life-partners with anymore.”
About two years ago I was at a seafood restaurant with my family, and as we were waiting for a table my eye fell upon a sign that proclaimed, “We ship lobsters!” My second interpretation of the sign was that the restaurant was offering to send lobsters to faraway places so people there could eat them. My first interpretation of the sign was how I knew I’d been spending way too much time on the internet.
Hmm, so you could have your waiter tell you of the torrid love affair the lobsters at your table had before the lobsters were plunged into boiling water and killed so you could eat them? Sounds kind of morbid, but some people would go for it, I guess.
“If only we could remove these rubber bands and hold each other closer!”
Not only hoity but also toity!
Ok, That last panel has to be on a T-shirt !!
Someone Call tee-fury and get that done !
Very funny,, Doesn’t have the same ring as Braaaiinnsss but, still funny
(TUNE: “Helter Skelter”, The Beatles)
When my I.Q. is up then I know what’s going down!
I can start making sense of this crazy old town,
While my friend and companion is sporting a frown!
Sweetheart, dear, excuse the intrusion!
And don’t mind my educated elocution!
Say now, say now, say now, my voice isn’t the issue …
I still have a appetite for neural tissue!
Hoity-toity!
Hoity-toity!
Hoity-toity!
Sweetheart, darling, look at the note now!
Make certain that I don’t eat what I wrote now!
My oh, my oh, my old friend, take this and protect it!
I’ll re-ject this intellect when I detect it!
Fret not!
Hoity-toity!
Hoity-toity!
Hoity-toity!
Fret not, for it won’t last!
“She hits the brain-bars with all her zombie friends, comes home at 2, 3 in the morning, all smart and articulate, criticising my grammer…. I’m telling you, the brains changed her! She’s not the zombie I became same-sex-platonic-life-partners with anymore.”
“My apologies, Sweetheart, but you should have said ‘grammar’.”
“Platonic? I mean, yes! Totally platonic!”
Hi, my name is U.N.I.T.Y., and I’m a neural-tissue-oholic.
(/Hi, U.N.I.T.Y.!/)
https://youtu.be/9PigPb8j1y4
It’s almost like this song was written with Unity in mind…
im all about unity/sweetheart now.thats a ship. im a shipper. run now, im shipping things!
Shipping Shipper’s Moving company:
“Yeah, we ship that.”
Also
“Have no fear, we know they go that way.”
100% true story:
About two years ago I was at a seafood restaurant with my family, and as we were waiting for a table my eye fell upon a sign that proclaimed, “We ship lobsters!” My second interpretation of the sign was that the restaurant was offering to send lobsters to faraway places so people there could eat them. My first interpretation of the sign was how I knew I’d been spending way too much time on the internet.
Hmm, so you could have your waiter tell you of the torrid love affair the lobsters at your table had before the lobsters were plunged into boiling water and killed so you could eat them? Sounds kind of morbid, but some people would go for it, I guess.
“If only we could remove these rubber bands and hold each other closer!”
I still say I want her to stay smart. Someone’s gotta be the smart one of the team.
Well, you just have to keep her fed on intellectual property…
Just for UNITY – the Neural Tissue Patch. *Snerk*
mnem
For those times when fresh uber-brains just aren’t an option…