Here’s to Brother Reepken, who’s gone zany after visiting our site once too often. Cheers, Peter!
Originally posted on Broeder Reepken zegt:
Talking to you guys has caused my in-head-processor to meltdown, it has supergowed down through my lungs, leaving what’s left of my brain to reside in my penis. I told you I wus schitzo-sophical (sophisticated? (dunnow…)), how many times do I have to remind you? Now I am convinced that my cat is an alien, and that he is talking to me, saying: “Relax, man, you wus thinking with your penis anyways, al he did was disconnecting and removing such questionable and inconvenient functions as there are, morals, values and what you humanoids refer to as common sense; there is no sense in it, actualy sense is not common, you should be glad your spinal chord has been by-passed, it moves so much faster, in fact; we’d like to remove your spine allong with the rest of your bone-structure all together, since you don’t seem to have any use for it; the one thing you really need, you are lacking; a good sense of humor; you should visit http://www.ralphiesportal.me more often”
I hope you are satisfied now that even my crazy cat gives me lectures on sanity, but then I gues anyone who calls himself a wacky dodo, diserves inmortality at some point.
(Now you too have read this; it is time to visit Ralphie, make a donation and wear a smile for the rest of the day)