"Doctor, I keep dreaming I live in an underground lair, with a giant organ and two green-skinned reptile men who wearing nothing but Speedos. And I'm wearing some kind of, well, a butterfly or moth costume, I can't tell which.
"Anyway, I'm packing up Joan Crawford carefully to ship her to Hollywood, I think, but there's this candle that's, um, I think it's also a, you know, a phallic symbol, and it's flaming on top, and it's jutting into toward her... No, really, out from her, I think like it's a strap-on or she's a pre-op, or something. Anyway, I having some trouble with the packing tape, which has gotten twisted, and into the dream burst a young boy, masked, who grabs a lizard man and shoves him butt-first onto my giant organ, and a strapping man, also masked, who grabs me roughly from behind and stops me from packing up Joan. And they both are dressed like an American flag and have flaming red hair atop, and kind of remind of the candle strap-on thing."
"Tell me, doctor; what does it all mean...?
Dr. Farsider believes you have a fixation with organs.
ReplyDeletePS I normally hate it when people insist on sharing their verification words, but I have to make an exception in in this case. What the heck kind of verification word is "rumper"?
What does it mean? It means I've got to start looking for Pep Comics in bargain bins whenever I can, that's what.
ReplyDeleteAnd this is why therapists get weirded out by comic book fans.
ReplyDeleteMost amusing, Scipio.
-Citizen Scribbler
"It means that comic books are destroying America's youth. In fact, I've written a book about that very subject..."
ReplyDeleteDoctor, I keep dreaming I live in an underground lair
ReplyDeleteYou used the word 'lair'.
Sorry, but that means your case has progressed far beyond the capacity of current medical science.
The best we can do is make you comfortable until the inevitable ending.
er ... would you like some comics to help pass the time?
Sometimes a candle is just a candle.
ReplyDelete"...shoves him butt-first onto my giant organ..."
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry, but at this point, I completely lost it,and burst into inane giggles. I ALSO noticed the giant phallic candle.
But by God, Joan Crawford seems to be taking her packaging like a trouper.
Well, it's not her first time at the rodeo, you know.
ReplyDeleteDouble entenres aside, why would there even BE a giant organ in a villain's underground lair?
ReplyDeleteI can just see the advertisement in the Villain's Voice: "Underground lair to sublet. Beautifully furnished with giant organ. No smokers, please. Contact Erik c/o Paris Opera House."
An appreciation of culture is what separates upscale villains from the usual criminal riff-raff. Any dimwitted lout can pick up a cosh and beat some old bootmaker over the head and steal his kopeks. But a frothing madman who plans to cross-breed humans with vultures, or thrown the moon out of its orbit, naturally wishes to display his refinement by playing Bach fugues on his subterranean organ.
ReplyDeleteSteve Mitchell, that was poetry!
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"Steve Mitchell, that was poetry!"
ReplyDeleteSeconded.
Thirded. I've never seen "cosh", "bootmaker", and "kopeks" in the same sentence before.
ReplyDelete"I've never seen 'cosh', 'bootmaker', and 'kopeks' in the same sentence before."
ReplyDeleteI recommend a course in 19th Century Russian novels!
I recommend a course in 19th Century Russian novels!
ReplyDeleteI took a course like that as an elective in college. Cured my insomnia, let me tell you.
For curing insomnia, nothing compares to Hegel's "Phenomenology of Mind."
ReplyDeleteNo, that would just keep me awake. I wouldn't be able to read the word "Phenomenology" without hearing "Do-do-do-do-do" being sung in my mind.
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