WHIMPER
(Thanks to Jessica Martin)
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February 15, 2006
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Remote controlled mate? This is a first!
Posted by: Hanna | February 15, 2006 at 06:17 PM
First, first, first! Hee!
Posted by: Jessica "Martin" | February 15, 2006 at 06:17 PM
Okay, second. Sheesh -- I even had a heads-up from Judy. I'm a losah!
Posted by: Jessica "Martin" | February 15, 2006 at 06:18 PM
Hmmm... sounds like breaking up really will require some blood-shed, now.
Posted by: ScottMGS | February 15, 2006 at 06:21 PM
Things like this really get under my skin.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | February 15, 2006 at 06:34 PM
...and let the implant-chips fall where they may...
Posted by: CandyT | February 15, 2006 at 06:36 PM
Claire has a daughter?
Posted by: Sarah J | February 15, 2006 at 06:44 PM
OK, I can handle it. I'm a software engineer and any one who wants to access what's on my PCs is guaranteed a good night's sleep, even at 9AM.
Posted by: pogo | February 15, 2006 at 06:46 PM
Eeewwwwww!!! That's dis.....wait, this one's actually fairly normal by comparison to the rest of today's posts. Phew.
Posted by: Blue Meanie | February 15, 2006 at 06:48 PM
Makes sense - I microchipped the other pets, why not the boyfriend? Does it have a remote that can electronically 'remind' (think taser) him to take out the trash?
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | February 15, 2006 at 06:55 PM
Snork@Annie. That would be on one of the more expensive models I'm sure.
And personally, I prefer to lose my keys the old fashioned way.
Posted by: KOW | February 15, 2006 at 07:06 PM
Oh! When you get really mad, you can just use your expensive but sharp fake fingernails and rip the chip right out of him! (Put it up on your trophy case along with the other guy's penis, etc...)
New T-shirt slogan: "Rip The Chip!"
What??
Posted by: Punkin Poo | February 15, 2006 at 07:50 PM
I was thinking hook this up to a clapper and then you would have something.
*clap clap* Thanks for cooking dinner dear
*clap clap* Thanks for doing the dishes darlin'
*clap clap* Thanks for taking out the garbage hun
*clap clap* Oh yes again *clap clap clap clap clap clap clap*
Posted by: Mad "-ly in love with Weasel" Scientist | February 15, 2006 at 07:54 PM
Gives Breaking Up Is Hard To Do a whole new meaning!!!
Posted by: Eleanor | February 15, 2006 at 08:55 PM
His pick up line to her: "I have a big chip and I know how to use it."
Posted by: Stupendous Man | February 15, 2006 at 09:16 PM
This is just strange body parts day: implanted electronic chips, pencils in woohoos, worms in eyes...when does it end?
Posted by: sparrow | February 15, 2006 at 11:10 PM
Isn't this supposed to be one of the signs of the apacolypse? Did I spell that right?
Posted by: Schadeboy | February 16, 2006 at 10:27 AM
Will the boyfriend now have deep, meaningful conversations with the vacuum cleaner?
Posted by: Nancy M. | February 16, 2006 at 10:34 AM
No the only sign of the apocalypse, is seeing the word apocalypse spelled correctly.
Posted by: Edgar Greenberg | February 16, 2006 at 02:13 PM
I'm not sure what the wimper is about...this is a cool idea.
Posted by: Joben | February 20, 2006 at 11:38 AM