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Where Do Quokkas Live? - Animal Hype

G’day, earthlings! Byron the Quokka here, with another one of those nice bicycles that somebody obviously doesn’t want or they wouldn’t’ve left it just standing here. It’d make a dandy prize for a comment contest winner!

We’re shooting for 60,000 comments, and as of now, we’ve got 58,421, which leaves 1,579 to go. We’re also waiting for Bell Mountain No. 12, His Mercy Endureth Forever, to be published, which really should be any day now. Lee wants to hand out an autographed copy to the winner. I still say the prize should be a bicycle.

Meanwhile, here on Rottnest Island, we’re working hard to make Quokka University a reality. We weren’t going to have any courses at our college, but there are a lot of us who want to study Violet Crepuscular’s epic romance, Oy, Rodney. (I say “Fap!” to that.) But the main thing we’re into just now is trying to choose a mascot. A lot of animals don’t want to be mascots of a college run by other animals–makes ’em feel, I don’t know: put-upon, I guess. I’d like it to be a centaur–half-horse, half-quokka.

We’re open to suggestions, if anybody wants to make any.

A Get-Well Card to Erlene

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With all the doctor visits this week, we cannot but help but sympathize with you!

I have long maintained that anyone who can still say “Fap!” after seeing the doctor is far from being defeated.

Plus you have our prayers. Get well soon, Erlene.

Memory Lane: Major Hoople

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You may have heard me say “Fap!” now and then, and probably asked yourselves, “Did he say ‘fap’? What’s fap?”

I grew up with Sunday color comics in the newspaper, and one of my favorites was “Our Boarding House,” featuring Major Amos B. Hoople, a lovable pompous windbag whose wife, Martha, controlled him by making him go outside to beat the rugs. I wonder if anybody still beats rugs.

Anyhow, when the major’s at a loss for words, he often resorts to his customary exclamations, “Fap!” Usually followed by “Hak-kaff” or “Harrumph!” This sort of eloquence is seldom met with nowadays.

I am unable to confirm a report that Major Hoople left home to become a Diversity Reponse Team People’s Investigator at Fimbo University.