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It's time for a Dr. Pooferism.
Sometimes Dr. Poofer gets tired of all the hullabaloo and lecturing. Besides, putting things on a shelf comes in handy every now and then because it gives key leaders a chance to survey situations and problems. So, Dr. Poofer came up with something that he considered classic: paper dolling networks. Dr. Poofer decided to classify and conquer and he decided to paper doll Nuns. He decided that there are threee types of Nuns. The three types he came up with are the Turtle Doves, the Pigeons and the Corn Cobs. DO NOT TRY THIS IN REAL LIFE. I STRONGLY CAUTION YOU OF DOING THAT! Needless to say, with the Nuns paper dolled, Mother Superior has a chance to go out and about without having to worry about being needlessly pestered, Dr. Poofer reasoned. The paper doll nuns are held together by a dykism that serves a bad purpose. Dr. Poofer is showing no just cause here whatsoever and he is making a mockery out of humanity. Nurse Bear had to come along and remind Dr. Poofer of his citizenship status and Dr. Poofer agreed with what Nurse Bear had to say. Nurse Bear reminded Dr. Poofer that a bad dykism causes more damage to humanity than anything else. Nurse Bear decided to do something about the people who improperly dyked and she came up with Dyke Centennial (see page tab). The moral of this story is no matter how appealing a bright idea is, it pays to check with your conscience before anything else to avoid any confrontations with law people.
For me, this is how the whole poofer thing started. This is my insence burner. I call it Lemon Lime, but I have heard the word poofer come up. The rest is history. I have made sure that it looks natural for the picture I have inserted. So now you know how everything started. I'm sure if you do a little thinking for yourself, you can figure everything out.
This is the story of my Lakota Indian Pipe. As you can see, I had to decorate the earth patch because I got an awful lot of astral travellers coming by, in my opinion to check it out. I had to call the cops by putting an envelope with their address on it. I got the pipe from Macinac City, MI when I was there with my Dad. He spotted it for me and it is the kind of fatherly thing that I will not forget. Needless to say, I think that putting my pipe on my wall has added to the decor of my apartment. I ting the bells every now and then when I go past and I hope that the spirit of my pipe never fades away.
1/2/2011, 2:46AM CST
One day I was thinking and it occurred to me that some day I will need to get a big 'ole Cadillac with capped bull horns and bull feet on the hood (the hood ornament) with a horn that plays Hot Tomale.
