Thursday, February 12, 2009

Eric's Gonna Be Awfully Proud of Himself.

In fact, we may never hear the end of it.


Now let's be done with gloating over marmosets and get back to defending bacon's dignity!

10 comments:

Jim Wright said...

Handle my marmoset?

In my day we used the phrase "choke my chicken."

Kids nowadays. Sheesh

Eric said...

No. Although marmosets are fierce and relentless predators that will devour anything (two years ago, the hunters who finally felled the notorious "Beast of Paraná" discovered an Illinois license plate balled up with the grisly, mangled remains of the unfortunate twelve-year-old girl that had been the pygmy marmoset's final victim), it is a well-known fact that marmosets are highly susceptible to colds and chills (this is believed to be the reason that marmosets are the only creature other than man that wears sweaters and makes homemade chicken soup). Therefore, handling a marmoset while you have a cold is a sure-fire way to make your marmoset sick, which in turn is likely to make your marmoset irritable (it is believed that a "pet" marmoset with a runny nose and slight temperature was the cause of hundreds of deaths and injuries in Japan that were blamed on an earthquake on March 15, 1983; the marmoset was eventually calmed down with a crate of strawberry Kit Kat bars and a quilted comforter, sedated, and then shot into the sun since it had tasted human blood).

John the Scientist said...

"calmed down with a crate of strawberry Kit Kat bars"

I highly doubt that. It was strawberry Pocky.

MWT said...

They make strawberry Kit Kat bars?

*makes note to try one*

Eric said...

They sell many flavors of Kit Kat bar in Japan. You have to special-order them, or maybe John can buy you a box next time he's in the area.

Be warned, though: reviews of Japanese Kit Kat bars are pretty mixed, and strawberry in particular is apparently pretty nasty.

Eric said...

(Oh, and John: a pygmy marmoset set loose in a warehouse full of Strawberry Kit Kats will clear it out in less than seventeen minutes. It'll even eat the boxes. And any dead mice in the corners. And the little pink droppings of the dead mice that formerly subsisted on nothing but Strawberry Kit Kat bars.)

(That's why you don't mess with marmosets.)

Nathan said...

I wonder what it says about my blog when it's so much more entertaining if I just get you guys wound up and stand back.

Apparently I don't need to be writing all of these pesky posts.

Jim Wright said...

Dude, you use the word "marmoset" and hilarity ensues automatically.

Random Michelle K said...

No, you set Eric off and hilarity ensues. :)

neurondoc said...

You know, I don't think I would trust John's taste buds as far as I could throw them...