Thursday, December 11, 2008

Mystery Murderer

You know how some people have a "secret admirer" or "a secret Santa" or a "mystery shopper" or a "panel of judges" or a "mother-in-law"? Well, I have a "mystery murderer." Lucky me! Someone wants to kill me, not just a little bit, but really a lot! Really a lot killed! Who knew I could have so much influence on someone's psyche? Not me, for sure, I sure didn't know, but there it is, and here we are...

After all, I'm just a humble snowman made of socks, or a snowman shaped like a sock, or a sock shaped like a snowman, and I'm happy and sad; it makes me happy to be sad and sad to be happy, just like Morrisey.

Dear Killer in Prison, I saw you through the crack in my drawer when you came looking for me. I could see your knees. They're cute! You have cute knees...

Have I already waited too long?

3 comments:

Jake Cordova said...

It's no mystery, you HappySadDumb sock. Your days are numbered.

Free said...

This is absolutely hilarious. I only know you as Kenny G...but you must be a truly wonderful person to taunt Jake in such a way. ;-)

--Katie

Rev. Reed Braden said...

I just laughed my ass off, snow dude. Welcome to my RSS reader.