It's Mo Monday!

The beast is back. As we predicted, the flu didn't keep Mo down for long. He's back to his old terrorizing ways.

 

An intriguing development

Mosquito is definitely used to getting her own way. Understandable, since in the time she's worked at Tartarus she's gotten exactly what she wanted probably 90% of the time. Things she doesn't get initially she pouts over until someone gives in.

Not this time, though.

She wanted to pass a responsibility over to Hickey. When she asked Mineola, though, she was told she needed to ask Spoof who is her direct supervisor. In the past six months Mosquito has spoken directly to Spoof maybe twice. In this case she refuses to do it. Mineola, surprisingly, will not give in. The only way Mosquito can pass off this task is if she asks Spoof. She has complained to everyone who will listen about this fact, even cried about it.

We are interested to see how this one plays out in the long run.

let the battle of wills begin

I don't think I'd be that happy after being expelled from someone's stomach

It's time once again for Stuff Out of Context! Today's line is: 

I barfed up a turtle.

 

It's Mo Monday!

Cold and flu season is upon us and no one can escape it. Not even homicidal rodents. That's right, Mo has the flu. He is convinced he's dying, spends his days whining and wishing he'd killed more people. So tuck yourself into bed, take some vitamin c, and rest in the knowledge that you're safe from squirrel attacks. 
For now.

 

It came from the Goodwill

We can imagine lots of different animal figures you'd want to see in your house. This isn't one of them. 
 

Snakes aren't our favorite things to begin with. This one looks like it would like nothing better than to kill you.

My sheep only use pencils

It's time once again for Stuff Out of Context! Today's line is:

Wow. It's a goat with a pen.

It's Mo Monday!

Now that winter is here, you may have thoughts of snowball fights and sledding. We don't blame you; we enjoy a bit of sledding ourselves. At least, we used to. Before Mo took up the sport and turned every sleigh ride into a death trip.
 

It must be one special piece of plastic

We've seen all kinds of things in the Tartarus lost and found bin: baby dolls, reading glasses, coats, notebooks. Some of it gets claimed right away while other items languish for weeks. Some of it seems valuable, important. Then there's this:

This button, which looks like the spare you get with some shirts or sweaters, was kept in a drawer for months. Months. Even if the owner noticed the missing button, who goes around checking lost and found boxes for buttons? No one, that's who. Even the most penny pinching person just scrounges up a replacement button.

We've said it before and we'll say it again. We work with morons.

 

How much do the intelligent ones cost?

It's time once again for Stuff Out of Context! Today's line is:

She spent $200 on stupid plastic elephants.

 

It's Mo Monday!

The new year leads people to make all kinds of resolutions, most commonly to lose weight, stop smoking, or get organized. Most resolutions are admirable but occasionally you hear one that is downright frightening. Like Mo's resolution to rule the world by the end of 2017. 

It could be a long year, folks.