Purgatory With Pantagraphs

From the depths of commuter hell, comes Purgatory with Pentagraphs. These are the continuing stories of the brave souls who commute daily to Chicago on the South Shore electric train, and the muggles who are unfortunate enough to meet them.

Stuffed and Mounted

What a great discription of anything... too bad it was in relation to having their deceased pets done up to be kept after death. How strange can you get? What next, have Grandma stuffed and mounted and kept on the porch for posterities sake?

That whole converstation came out of another letter to an advice columnist who was asked if people who had buried their pets in the backyard, should dig them up and rebury them when they moved. Ewww? What the hell is wrong with people? Do you dig up Grandpa Joe when you move out of town? Then why would you dig up Fluffy or Spot?

Anyways, I thought we might have the muggle-ticker get two more clicks on it, but we couldn't quite get rid of a couple of Taste of Chicago attendees. And from the looks of them about the only exersize they got was the rolling their eyes they did at us. I guess they were disgruntled or something.

3 Comments:

  • At 1:41 PM, Blogger RarelyQuiet said…

    I was laughing too hard at this conversation. Too bad I won't be able to partake in tonight's verbal vollies. I expect a full report tomorrow!

     
  • At 7:20 PM, Blogger southsider2k5 said…

    HM-

    Whateva, I post what I wanna post

     
  • At 1:24 PM, Blogger southsider2k5 said…

    It sure "esteemed" the construction worker...

     

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