Watch out Angie and Gail. Reg is in a bad shmood.
You just couldn't look into those little eyes and hurt it, eh Reg?
How long have you been here, Gail? Reg has no soul. She's shmoo Lassie, I tell ya.Of course I could.
She's shmoo Lassie, I tell ya.
It looks very much like a can opener.And what, pray tell, is a schmoo Lassie?
Oh, Ted. That's...that's just so wrong.This is what I remember, but I seem to recall a cartoon on television even older. Oh well. 1979 was a bad year for me. I was 8 years old and not doing so well.
Fried's good. Or any other way, for that matter.I prefer mine fried.
They reproduce asexually and are incredibly prolific, multiplying exponentially faster than rabbits. They require no sustenance other than air.
Shmoos are delicious to eat, and are eager to be eaten. If a human looks at one hungrily, it will happily immolate itself — either by jumping into a frying pan, after which they taste like chicken, or into a broiling pan, after which they taste like steak. When roasted they taste like pork, and when baked they taste like catfish. (Raw, they taste like oysters on the half-shell.)
Ew.My mind is taking this to a very bad direction.
Thanks. I thought you might like itlTrue, Pup. Nice avatar, by the way.
'Nite, Meerkat!
Ew.
Yeah, maybe we should change the topic.