There’s your official welcome. Now pick up your teeth, mop up this puddle and get back to work.
As for your complaint, Lenin ’n’ Things, you should come here more often if you want to see more posts from me! For what is the point in my imparting Progressive thoughts and ideas to the masses, if those masses are not akin to the proverbial choir, who will respond only with cheers and praise and hosannas and frivolous softball questions about my favorite color, or flavor of ice cream, or what enchants me the most about being Commissarka Pinkie?
But never settle for someone as old and out-of-touch as Pulloskies. Sure, she might have more experience than me, but where she may have gravitas on her side, I, at least, still have gravity on mine if you know what I mean. Does she enjoy the same rock star status that I do around here? When she trudges through the beet fields, do the masses tremble and swoon and soil themselves in awe the way they do whenever I sweep through those same furrows with my shovel aloft? Look at how Red Menace fell over screaming like a girl just now, merely by hovering so close to my glorious presence! And I notice you didn’t put HER name in the subject line of this thread!
I may not post as much as I used to—it turned out to be a lot more work than I anticipated, for I hadn’t realized the magnitude of the mess I’d inherited when I came here. But rest assured that posting on The People’s Cube is the very first thing I think about when I wake up
First I rip off her head, then I yank out her bones and finally I pull out her guts. What could be more fun, I ask you?
Quote:What’s this, Red Menace? Haven’t I given you an official welcome yet? Come over here, Comrade—yes, right over here. Now look straight at my shovel, see how it gleams and catches the light, oooh looky, it’s so shiny and pretty . . .
Ouch, that's going to leave a mark. Comrade, I think you could use this.
thank you very much for the welcome, most equal comrades! i can now begin my education as a newly made prog properly. i promise to work harder guarding People's Beet Field from evil capitalist hoarders!
She feels the obligation to share her shovel whacks as equitably as possible.
What is the only important thing you think about is where yours will come from and be prepared to assume the prone position on short notice.
If you came with me on the night shift, I would at least be able to show you where Comrade Pinkie and Father Prog have been. They leave chocolate candy wrappers everywhere they go. I know it is them. No one else has access to the inner-inner-inner party member store only for inner-inner-inner party members.
This is their favorite kind of chocolate:
Lenin 'n' ThingsPinkie, you know that I adore you, and I live for your posts. But how can you possibly expect me to give one less second to my causes? They need me! I feel that i should be able to come to this page and find you, and Erudite, all over the place. And I don't want to have to do all of that gobbledy gook that "In the Mood" posted. It made my head hurt just to read it....I think I need to go lay down. Sorry. I think I got an aspirin somewhere if you need it. My name is actually "the Tsarevna." I'm just in the mood in the picture.
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