Monday, April 13, 2009

I dub thee Sir Phobos, Knight of Mars, beater of ass.


Among other lies I have told innocent school children: I speak five languages, my next-door neighbors are (on the right) Jack Bauer and (on the left), Obama, and I secretly work for the CIA. And they find all of this more credible than my ability to use chopsticks.


The next step is, of course, the introduction of Martian Law.


Just as Nintendo has forever ruined the name "Mario" for Italians who are not, in fact, overweight plumbers, they have ruined "Yoshi" for Japanese people who are not giant dinosaurs with sticky, retractable tongues.

1 comment:

xenamom said...

On Jupiter, grandpa-san would be even younger. On Pluto, he would be pre-born. Oh wait... Pluto's not a planet anymore.