Captain Flexible Toenails is now "Professor FT", currently teaching philosophy "from the sandals up", as he says. And he has a new book out, titled "The Ancient Philosophy Of Toad Sucking, From A To S". Available at all fine bookstores and adult novelty shops, we hear. Or not.
Captain Bushy Nosehairs has taken up knitting. The winter weather is nipping icy bites out of his upper lip since his mustache fell out, but a fecund abundance of curly nose hairs just might be enough raw material to knit up a lip cozy to keep him comfy during the frigid months. It might also be a hit with certain of the ladies too. Certain ones. Perhaps. You never know, and I don't judge, mostly.
Captain Pansyass Tissue-Pants is not on my team. Not this week, anyhow. We're thinking of relocating before he gets back from vacation, to save ourselves a bunch of grief. (The usual, if you were wondering, and we don't need grief like that anymore — the hidey-hole hideaway bunker is already overflowing like nobody's business as it is.)
Captain Refreshing Creme Dip doesn't get out much, and may cause diarrhea if experienced intemperately.
Captain Tom Foolme can't fool me. Not since I changed my game he can't. Even so, he does sneak up on me from time to time and manages to tickle my fancy without even a peep of warning, so I have to work on that yet. It's actually a little fun sometimes, but I really don't need all the derisive laughter that goes with it.
Captain Tuna Casserole is definitely off his noodle. Someone — anyone — please take him shopping this week. Pick up some sanity if you can, or real noodles, in his size, or even just close to his size. (The rest of us are still booked through the end of the century, so this one is up to you.)
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