Kakahead

OK, so there I was, at work, in the industrial manufacturing stress pile that seems to grow smellier with each passing hour, no plane, no parachute, and thinking about writing a run-on sentence, with no semi-colons but only commas, and probably grammatically incorrect; but that doesn’t bother me one little bit; oh wait, there are a couple of semi-colons back there.

On this particular day at work, I was heating up my lunch in the nuking machine.  My friend Mary saw the vegetation in my Pyrex bowl and said, “you eat a lot of leaves.”  I smiled and said, “yes, and today I have leaves, roots, and the flesh of a dead bison.”  I mentioned that I intended to consume kale, collards, parsnips, and some bison meat from Oleson’s in Manistee.  Mmmm-mmm yummy.

At this point she ran screaming through the top floor window while her ’65 Mustang was in flames and all the propane tanks burst into an explosive conflagration causing the air to become very brightly orange but then black with smoke as the rest of the cars in the parking lot exploded one by one and the military came in full force to let the cat into the shower so she could drink off the floor while the Happy Friday Ken Guy wrote yet another run-on sentence with nary a comma or semi-colon to be found within the whole darned thing.

That crazy Nevvie… she loves to drink off the shower floor!  We believe she may be addicted to shower water.  She is 17 years young and will broop and mee-roouu  until one of us turns the shower on for just a bit.  Then of course we must let her know we are OK with her going in there to drink.  It’s a ritual you see.  Shortly after she gets her drink, the earth’s crust splits open and large steel structures vault toward the sky while people are screaming and running for cover and toasters are flying sideways through the violent winds that are generated (of course) by the huge bats that arise from the bowels of the planet and OH MY GOD HERE COMES ANOTHER ONE get down and hide behind this big rock OH NO THE TREE MONSTERS ARE STEALING ALL THE ROCKS those dirty selfish stinkers they wish to protect themselves and who gives a flying mahookey about us, right, we should be grateful the trees are safe and there’s yet another run-on sentence with questionable (at best) grammatical structure.

OK.  So, what have we learned from this week’s installment of “Goats On Parade?”  Well boys and girls, we’ve learned that some guy who works at an explosion factory likes to eat leaves, roots, and bison meat from Oleson’s  grocery in Manistee Michigan.  We could also possibly infer that the author of this week’s installment of “Radio Sandwich Dust Lanterns” is prone to writing run-on sentences.  Also, a very likely possibility is that I, the author of this week’s “Happy Burger Filled Sock Drawer” may have had a stressful work week and am simply trying to blow off some steam in the form of nonsensical rants that have absolutely nothing to do with the Republican Primaries. 

Therefore, I implore all of you:  Please, if your job is stressful and ouchy, PLEASE remember that work is what you do for a living; but it does not necessarily have to define who you ARE.   In my case, four egg sample, I’m grateful I have a job, but if I let the stress consume me I’m no good to anyone at all.  Hence, I will be sometimes known as the person who sends messages to his peers with the following content as an example:

       My dustflute sings much better than our dog’s frozen trumpet.

None of you may ask, “hey Ken, did you have a stressful week at work?”   And of course I would reply, “does a chicken have lips?  Is a frog watertight??” 

I had a chocolate chip cookie at lunch today. 

It was truly constabulatory!!

“Now,” as Rocky would say, “here’s something we hope you’ll really like!”