Every Monday night, Tuna Oddfellow reaches into the void and pulls out the strangest sounds, music, and sights to command with his magic wand.
And we, the hungry, dance to the spectacle.
In the light of the full moon, I feel the transformation take hold of my iron gears and plastic flesh... I cannot resist... I become...
Matzoh Man!
Oh well. Might as well dance.
You missed it this time. Don't let another week go by without seeing this with your very own prim eyes.
Mark your calendar for Mondays at 9PM SLT. Gannet island, 600 meters up.
Comments (1)
Matzoh Man doesn't have the word emet on his forehead right?
Posted by Bob in Houston | October 2, 2007 2:37 PM
Posted on October 2, 2007 14:37