Welcome back to the Funhouse, where we’ll have fun, fun, fun ‘til her daddy takes the T-Bird away! Incidentally, these little Friday time-outs can be utilized as learning tools for anyone with a child in elementary school. If your toddler is struggling with the discipline of counting, just have the little dullard read each Funhouse installment since its inception while keeping track of their numerical progression to date: one, two, three, four, five and a half, Spanish five.
For those following my ongoing horror story, I plan to work on the next installment this weekend, so stay tuned for more dead-eyed Mexican zombie fun. In the meantime, I’ll continue to fill this space with pointless gibberish unless, of course…sorry, excuse me just a moment.
Hi, Maryellen! How’ve you been? This is our web page. It seems a tad one-sided lately. Feel free to throw some words up here every now and again.
Okay, I’m back. Today, I give you Jemaine Clement and Bret McKenzie a/k/a Flight of The Conchords, in the midst of what may be their very last band meeting with Murray since he began managing the wildly popular Crazy Dogggz: