Wednesday, March 12, 2008
The Perfect Gift for your Manservant
Look what I've purchased for Enrique, my manservant. Vacuum shoes! You just walk around and wa la! Cleaning takes place. (Let's hope it takes him a while to discover the extendible toe nozzle feature! I think he might not ever finish in the underpantsatorium if he finds out about that.) I wonder if I can get him to do that ping pong ball trick for me? I wonder if Enrique has limits?
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The fact that cabana boy is not an honored professional is our culture's shame.
Maybe I can get a couple pairs of those and put them on the dog.
OK, you're officially scaring me now. You're manservant Enrique will now be able to walking around on the ceiling! How unsettling.
mwb I continue to encourage Enrique to unionize. He won't though, and I'm beginning to suspect that it's because, being afraid of heights, he's afraid of standing on the table with the "UNION" sign.
jon your dog sucks.
dr. zaius not anti-gravity shoes! vacuum shoes. Though there are some cobwebs in the tippy top corners he might pole vault at.
With vacuum shoes Enrique will be able to walk on the ceiling, just like James Bond did with suction cups when he snuck into Blofeld's fake volcano in "You Only Live Twice." Curse you, Tiger Tanaka! By the way, You have been tagged. (My sincerest apologies.)
Are you implying that everyone needs a manservant?
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