What was your mistake today?

[Willie Oleson]

My legal team has advised me not to advise you. Sorry.

 

[Snarky Oracle!]

My legal team has advised me not to advise you. Sorry.

Uh oh. Then I'm in trouble.

 

[Toni]

Eating something sweet despite being on a diet. Miss Piggy is clearly a bad influence...

 

[Snarky Oracle!]

I miscounted the weight of the big pyramid at Giza.

Turns out it's ~13 billion pounds. (While the earth is ~13 septillion pounds, making it 1 quadrillion times heavier than the pyramid).

 

[Willie Oleson]

If they could move it just a little bit to the right, that would place the sphinx exactly in the middle of everything.

 

[Snarky Oracle!]

If they could move it just a little bit to the right, that would place the sphinx exactly in the middle of everything.

Some feel there were originally two sphinxes. And that the pyramids are much older than the 4,500 years that the official story tells us. I think it has something to do with Hutch McKinney and Roger Grimes, but I haven't figured out what yet.

 

[Willie Oleson]

I think it has something to do with Hutch McKinney and Roger Grimes, but I haven't figured out what yet.

Not sure if it helps, but we know that Hitler has taken something special out of that pyramid at the time they were building Die Glocke. It has yet to be proven if the Nazi Wunderwaffe actually works, but the possibility is big and important enough to make sure that nobody else gets it.

But it's somewhere.

Was Roger Grimes working as a spy for Constance Colby?

 

[Willie Oleson]

Today is not Sunday.

What happened?

 

[Snarky Oracle!]

Clicking on someone's "follow" button by accident when I was snooping on their FB page to see pics of her adorable baby... Aghast at my error, I un-followed them within 15 seconds and hoped there would be no residue of my visit and strategic fumble.

Only I did exactly the same thing in May.

And why?? Because I'm an idiot, that's why.

 

[Willie Oleson]

How can a Sunday not happen?
I'm beginning to think that some days can disappear, but we just blame ourselves. It must be our "imagination" because the alternative is too shocking and spooky.
If we don't understand the narrative we just re-write. There, now it makes sense.

Trust me, there's some very funny stuff going on but it's all kept under wraps for the sake of our sanity.

 

[Snarky Oracle!]

How can a Sunday not happen?
I'm beginning to think that some days can disappear, but we just blame ourselves. It must be our "imagination" because the alternative is too shocking and spooky.
If we don't understand the narrative we just re-write. There, now it makes sense.

Trust me, there's some very funny stuff going on but it's all kept under wraps for the sake of our sanity.

Poetry. But what does it mean?