Pinky or The Brain?

It seems that my plan for World Domination, Web Domination blog domination has been foiled. Somehow, Joeprah has managed to escape from the torture chamber I had erected in my basement and is back blogging again.

I thought for sure that back in July when I drugged and kidnapped him on his way home from vacation that my plan to dominate the blogosphere was foolproof.

Back in September he managed to escape. I had no idea that the Weasels would switch teams and let him free for a couple of snickers bars bucks little turncoats. Once I was able to recapture him, I had to take greater security measures. We don't have a watchdog, so I installed the hamsters and the fat, lazy cats as my early warning system.

We all know how well that worked. Of course he managed to entertain the cats by letting the hamsters loose. Oh well, at least his imprisonment allowed me time to gain a base readership and a small following. He didn't call the FBI (that was nice of him). So all's well that ends well.

Do you know what I'm gonna try to do tonight?

Update ~ My ad click-o-meter is up to $84.50! Thanks for the clicks!
Update2 ~ Flat WeaselMomma is proving helpful at the Microbiologist lab.

I Think You're The Father of One of My Kids

Before you guys go all denying it and thinking up alibis, just read.

A guy goes to the supermarket and notices an attractive woman waving at him. She says hello. He's rather taken aback because he can't place where he knows her from. So he says, 'Do you know me?' To which she replies, 'I think you're the father of one of my kids.' Now his mind travels back to the only time he has ever been unfaithful to his wife and says, 'Are you the stripper from the bachelor party that I made love to on the pool table with all my buddies watching while your partner whipped my butt with wet celery???'

She looks into his eyes and says calmly, 'No, I'm your son's teacher.'

~This showed up in my email today and I just had to share.