Today I am please to feature a guest post by his former eminence, Alex L. the writer, cartoonist, and multi-media funny man at The Discrete Charm of the Middleclass featuring none other than our old friend Jeremy the Feisty Jello Fungus.
As always, Jeremy delivers the laughs with his own distinctive, if somewhat slimy delivery.
Happy Tuesday everyone, be sure to explore the nether regions of humor-blogs.com and alltop.com. You won’t regret it.
Actually you might, but as long as they properly dispose of your remains, no one will be the wiser.
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I know how he feels. I’ve never seen Top Gun. And why should I? Just a bunch of dudes walking around.
Wait, they’re flying a plane?
That crazy mushroom…
Can someone please tell me what is in the background?
I leave for a bit to move my family (yes, I did it all by myself) a few hours away and I come back to find out you have a new-looking blog, and you are so important you have guest-posts (yes, that was all one sentence and still is.)
Guest posts are nice, but I want Brent back.
Isn’t jello gross enough without it being a fungus? Plus, Jeremy needs a poke…he is not looking too feisty today…
I had a brown little friend too. But eventually you finish what you are reading and have to flush…
The boom mic above him, or the artistically rendered brick wall behind him?
The background is bright yellow…what(?)…you don’t see that?
For best results, please stop eating the mushrooms.
The good news is that Camille says I’m almost eligible for parole.
I’ve tried to make a break for it a couple of times but ended up in solitaire.
I hate that game.
The board under the board still needs repair, the doorjam needs paint and the railing upstairs needs to be secured. Brent can resume “normal” activities as soon as said items are complete. He should hurry though because as everyone knows the honey-do list grows if not watched.
Actually, it is a special Scientology powered escape capsule, but I can understand how would be confused.
So, hypothetically, how do you go about getting your family to occupy a different zip code than yourself?
Not that I would ever use this knowledge myself, but for the sake of any readers who may need to relocate their adult offspring I think it would be a good thing to document.
The warden has spoken. Let’s get busy people…Wait, you want me to do it?
I don’t know if I’m ready for level of commitment.
I might have sprained my coccyx.
Oh move over Brent, I’ll just do it all so you can write…
Men!
I think he sprained his coccyx.
Where is a mushroom’s coccyx, exactly?
We shall light an eternal flame to memorialize his passing.
…Or, at least a match.
Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,
full or half flush…