Stinky and the Vulcans
The kid and I were chatting happily last week about really really important things such as this country's top movie, Spongebob Squarepants, when, suddenly, she pointed at the TV screen behind me. Then, as her face contorted in anger, she said ominously "He's e-e-e-e-v-u-l..."
Startled by the look on her face, I turned to the TV, expecting to see the Red Skull with his boot on the neck of Captain America -- but it was only George Bush, smirking and chortling and kissing members of his cabinet on the lips. "No, honey," I said, "that's only the president. That's George Bush."
"Well, okay," she said, with a shudder. Then, squenching her eyes shut and pursing her lips, she muttered "But I'm gonna call him Stinky."
And do you know what? If it's good enough for an 8 year old, it's good enough for poons. And what's more everytime I use Stinky
I'm gonna link it, anyone else want to play?