Thread:4paws/@comment-28694170-20160722222402/@comment-26443914-20160723150753

So....my favorite alien (okay, the only alien I know) calls and says there's a happening party at 4paws, we should go. I don't know, it's been a super sucky month. All the more reason to go. We'll pick up our favorite koala (okay, our only koala) and head out. Okay, I'm on my way. Meet me at the Shaman's.

No! No! We are not picking up the Shaman. Do you not remember the last time we invited him? The Orinthians are still not talking to us! And we've been permanently banned from Vega. You know how aliens are, they never listen. He was off. I caught up with him at the Shamans but I knew I was in trouble when he let the Shaman drive. I lost them in the Nebula galaxy. I gave up, went home, washed off all the star dust and went to bed.

I don't know if they ever made it home or if they're still cruising the Milky Way. Or some other dimension. Me, no drinks, no limbo, no dancing. I need a nap....