Toadfish Monastery

Some sorts of pasta are a punishment.

The sibling below me can name some

Oh yeah! Here in the States we have these sort of good time Charlie restaurants with names like "TGIFriday's" and "Applebee's" (spoofed by artist Richard Thompson as "P.J. Piehole's" ) where an otherwise innocent order of Fettucini Alfredo can becomes absolute torture. What starts out as a happy bowl of noodles in a buttery cream sauce soon turns nightmarish when one finds that no matter how much one eats, the bottom of the bowl can never be reached. And woe to those who attempt this impossible feat, for they shall find themselves choking down noodles that become increasingly dry, leathery, cold and tasteless: sensations that only get worse the more one tries. Believe me, you'll be giving out more than your name, rank and serial number in order to catch your whimsically-attired server's eye to get her/him to remove the mess from your presence!

Ahem... there, I've said it.


The Sibling Below Me has had a similar incident.

I have simliar incidents frequently when I look in the mirror there is someone there just like me.

TsBM can spell time.

I can spell time and emit smells spells.

The Sibling below me believes they should have been invited to ratify the Geneva Conventions.

[Op, you are somehow involved with my sudden craving for noodles]

Yes. And there's all sorts of reasons why that's wrong.

TSBM has a plan for the inevitable zombie invasion.

Shotguns.  Lots and lots of shotguns.  Remember...go for the head.


The sibling below me is more worried about squid invasions from outer space.

Let's hope that the Great Race of Yith and the Mi-Go will defend their territory (i.e. Earth) against them, so we haven't to do it.

The sibling below me had his/her brain canned by Mi-Go

...Pluto is COLD.


The Sibling Below Me will return my brain to my body and chase Mi-Gos off with sticks.

Pepper spray works better.  Sticks tend to only PO them.



The sibling below me uses pepper spray to spice up his meals.

Actually I am using massive blocks of salt.

TsBM has three noses.

And with allergy season, all three are running.


The sibling below me has a running nose and can't catch up with it.

I should not have allowed it to read Gogol or listen to Shostakovich

The sibling below me takes the mantle of history

Aye, 'tis a solemn duty but I must.

TSBM will explain what exactly I just signed up for.

Washing(ton) dirty laundry

The sibling below me cringes at bad puns

Puns???  Horrors!!!


The sibling below me had a whale of a good time watching Moby Dick.