Happy Birthday, Mrs. P

Since your identity as Mrs. P is sheer fantasy, a mere figment hanging from the tree of your fructifying imagination, and as I am no more real than the ether through which this birthday greeting wafts its way to the four corners of the non-existent blogosphere, my fictitious self can get your fictitious self anything our fictitious little hearts desire. So I will give you camels...

...laden with apes...

...ivory...

...and peacocks!

And what the heck, since this is all imaginary, how about a little bling-bling, too?

Happy birthday, smoogumz!

Mr. P

Comments

[Mrs. Peperium]

You are a sick man...

But you do make me laugh.

Thanks... I'll reward you tonight.

[Chris Hansen]

This all seems familiar. I think I've seen this show before.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o-VtPT36r-I

[Father Chelsea]

Is little bertie going to be at the Detroit mall on Thursday?

[Harry Johnson]

Camel Toe and White Cock.

Finally something worth reading.

A fine addition to your already classy website! Hat's off!

Burn thy tales of pilgrims, meadows, voyages, and game foul! Light the pages with your filthy words.

[Christine]

"Hats off" needn't have an apostrophe, Mr. Johnson.

[Old Dominion Tory]

Mr. Johnson:
Also, perhaps by "game foul," you mean "game fowl"--e.g., pheasants? Rarely does Mrs. Peperium discuss sports.
There is discussion aplenty here about "pilgrims," however (as well as Pilgrims, that group of Englishmen the descendants of whom hoodwinked an entire nation into believing that theirs was the "First Thanksgiving." The idea!).
Any road, as Catholics, the happy company of Patum Peperium consider ourselves a pilgrim people, always on a journey to become closer to Our Lord. Of course, you're welcome to join anytime. But, before you do, you might want to--how to put this?-- shed some excess baggage. It will make the trip less arduous.
Cheers!

[Card's wife]

Happy Birthday to you!

[The Maximum Leader]

Smoogumz?

I'll presume that is an imaginary pet name...