Just in time for spring, there is a squid made out of snot prowling my sinuses. As I have drunk two gallons of orange juice over the past two days, there is a squid made out of fat wrapped around my midsection. A squid made out of people who are driving me up a wall has interfaced with my limbic system.
The question remains: What if I changed Goblin’s name to Butterbucket Bunnybutton, Priestess of Funk?
Then Goblin could exorcise the snot squid, the fat squid, and the people squid, and everything would be great.
Wonder what Goblin would change your name to ...
But what if? But what if? Will only a giant's footstep stop your arguing?!
This would normally be the point where I tell you to quit messing with Goblin's name. However, I kind of like the new one.
It would be funny to have a body so fine-tuned that I could tell which squid in the glistening colony of squid was made of orange juice.
Faustus: She may be too busy preparing for her guest appearance on "Soul Train."
Jeffrey: I feel confident it would have an "x" in it.
David: The giant's footstep would first have to tell me who I'm arguing with and then have to cook me a TV dinner to shut me up.
Crash: What if Goblin changed your name to Insectile Potato-Bird, Fourth Season of "Designing Women" Expert?
Cara: The orange-juice squid is perhaps the most straightforward of all. The squid of Mercury Retrograde Beams is at least twice as insidious.
David - Oddly enough, my doctoral thesis was Sociobiological Gender Non-Conformity as Demonstrated in the Fourth Season of 'Designing Women'. So technically it should be Dr. Insectile Potato-Bird.
