On this bitter Wednesday in the Land of West Michele, a special proclamation is hereby issued declaring a general pinking of the core and a suspicious sticky leakage at the corners of the Land.
All neighboring lands are issued a warning to maintain their distance, particularly in the Ocular Region. The Land of West Michele issues a special notice to the Nation of Me to not, under any circumstances, lift the Nation of Me’s hug embargo.
The citizens of West Michele on the western side of the land under duress should perform interpretive prayer dances for Antibiotic Rain and the citizens on the eastern side should stay within their own borders and not get rowdy with those in the west. If this terrible affliction is to be contained, all citizens must follow these injunctions.
Hopefully, if all goes well, next Wednesday should see a distinct lifting of the miasma of bitterness–the pinkage dispersed and the viscous leaking curtailed.
All hail the Land of West Michele’s continued health! Long live Michele!
The problem with the Nation of Me’s (should that be Nation of My?) use of the term Nation of Me is that it creates grammatical pileups when other people attempt to refer to it. And then, for instance, it looks like Michele is talking about two of her own personal nations, one called Me and one called West Michele.
Why West, anyway?
Luckily, the Nation of Shamai has ignored the UN’s recommendation to apply only diplomatic/economic pressure to the occupying Conjunctivites. The NOS will unilaterally strike the Ocular region this afternoon with an unprecedented salvo of BATMAN!!!!
(We are still going, right?)
dianna: that’s why i linked to the Nation of Me’s past notices. and i don’t know why west. Nation of Me started it.
jason: of course we’re still going! don’t touch me.
the nation of me will hail the nation of michele’s beginning of health (continuing is much too strong a word, implying as it does that there has been health in the past). poor old pinky.