alien funeral urn
A ceramic urn from our visiting angels just like our Meg used to make. No others need apply.
This post is so bizarre and inexplicable that I’m completely at a loss for what to say about it.
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* Urning Down the House
* Urn, Baby, Urn
* Hunka Hunka Urnin’ Love
* Urn the Witch
* Urnin’ and Looting
* Rape, Pillage, and Urn
* Beds are Urning
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Dearest Sparky,
Meg told me to tell you to stop using her name in vain.
Or else.
Threateningly,
Xenia Recordia, Keeper of Figtail Fiefings and;
Alien Urn Curator and;
Meg Muscle
Xenia, dear, you just keep acquiring more hats!
Xenia Recordia, Keeper of Figtail Fiefings and;
Alien Urn Curator and;
Meg Muscle and;
Wearer of Many Hats
No one on earth could make this urn.
It makes my heart fly like a tern.
There must be an angel
Making me an urn.
No other persons need reply,
Or else our Meg would start to cry.
It’s a pottery shop of of angels,
And they’re making me an urn.
Funerary urns for non-natives, just like Meg used to make before she went blind. Angel!
Haiku By Hugh
A ceramic urn
From angels just like our Meg
Dusty dusty Meg.
*sniffle*
Are you saying Soylent Urns are MEG?
No, but Soylent Urns is IF’s Jars of Clay cover band.
Ah, Dr. Meg Cardello, the first person to construct an urn that contained the hydrogen sulfide emissions of Xorbaxian decay. We had so many problems before the Xorbaxians realized what they breathe is poisonous to us, and we realized they weren’t intentionally trying to murder everyone.
The Meg episodes of Family Guy always have the lamest plots.
:checks closet:
I’ve got a Marvin the Martian cookie jar filled with slices of angel food cake made by my friend Meg. Is that close enough?
Watch out;
You might get what you’re after.
Cool babies;
Strange but not a stranger.
I’m-an-or-din-a-ry-ALE E INN.
Urning down the house.
*lyrics to above ballad in original commentary
One good urn deserves an offer.
I’m hoping this is a message to the kidnappers that the ransom will be paid, just don’t hurt our precious little Meg. Please send additional information for delivery of ransom, we will not inform authorities or law enforcement. We just don’t want our baby harmed in any way. We take your threats of violence and injury very seriously, please don’t do any of that! If this isn’t actually the case, then this post is very disturbing. I just don’t know what to make of it. Have a nice day, Meg!
Blessent mon Coeur d’une langeur monotone.
Jean a une longe moustache.
The Urn is against the wall.
新高 山 を上るNiitaka yama nobore
Giggety.
Is this an out branching of Confuse A Cat? Are they now running a Confuse A Human service? If so, well done.
ALL YOUR URN ARE BELONG TO US!
I’ve heard if one doth look directly at the alien urns madeth by the angel Meg (no longer available for your pottery needs on this plane of existence), he shalt turn into a pillar of salt.
What the….? You couldn’t have told me this before I spent 3 hours filling out the damn application???
::tears papers up in disgust, sets fire to them, then looks around vainly for something to put the ashes in::
*sigh*
The last time the angels visited, they left behind tiny urns of cinnamon and cloves, but not Meg.
I see what you did there.
So that’s where they keep their anal probes…
Just in case it’s an anagram…
visiting angels:
Vigilant Gneiss
Well, I guarantee they won’t go on lunch breaks…
Ate Living Signs
..or maybe they will.
Envisaging Silt
Here’s mud in your eye.
Slaving Ignites
It’s good they know we react violently to captivity.
Venial Gig Snits
Maybe this had something to do with the post earlier this week.
Assenting Vigil
We’re waiting for you, too.
Slates Giving In
And you know what? So do I.
“No others need apply.” ??
No other WHAT?
Humans?
Aliens?
Anyone other than Meg?
HamCan, Thanks for visiting your old neighborhood once in a while. Punchity Punch Punch!
Good Morning, Altered States!
Wait a minute! Is that comment (above, you know, up there) from Meg herself? Is she O.K.? Did she escape from the kidnappers, or was it all a hoax? Now I’m really concerned. One false move could be disasterous. Please exercise extreme caution. Have a nice day!