You sit in the bathtub so long your fingers go all prune-y. Furboa is in the tub at the other end yelling “Marco” and then answering himself with a “Polo.” It’s been four hours. He still hasn’t “found” himself.

“And now a very important message about this Time Machine,” says the radio voice. Your ear perk up and you maniacally tap your digit-prunes. “But first this new diddy by Weezer to brighten your day in a nerdy sorta way.”

Every hour that passes the announcer seems to sound more and more like Casey of the top 40 and a few episodes of Saved by the Bell. “And NOW that message I kept promising...

This Time Machine is sponsored by Larry’s Moustashe Wax, the finest moustache wax any man can buy! Make sure to also check out Larry’s new book “How to Impersonate an Earthworm” available at your local guy with a wheelbarrow selling books (since this was recorded in 1886) and now some new Celine Dion!”

Stupid, stupid tub!

A yell across the water! Furboa has finally found himself. He claims he deserves a medal. *sigh*

What do you do now?