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September 10, 2011

Duty Calls: Lt. Lester Lego

It was another night in the district, cruising the down and out streets of Lego Land City. Here and there were signs of trouble; a four dot red brick missing from a gate, a flower head chewed up and spat out on the hard green plastic lawn. Years ago I never would have seen this, but that was before the Foamies came to town and the gangstas took over.


Suddenly the squawk box blares out a call; I have to turn my entire head to hear it as my ears are only painted on and little Tommy has plastered that damned long haired wig on top of my bald pate again. I swear that kid is a faggot.

But the call is bad, as bad as it gets. Plastic figure down at the corner of Wisconsin and Vine, a possible Legocide.

I turn on the emergency lights that never work and hope that little Tommy will eventually move the squad car over about three inches to Wisconsin Ave. where he is busily dismembering a dog.


The stupid kid doesn't know a building block from his butthole. His parents have had to take him to the ER twice last month to have the really big eight-dot blocks surgically removed. His dad said he's gonna have the word "HOOVER" tattooed across the kid's cheeks.


A half hour later Tommy finally complies. My squad car almost ended up in his colon but thankfully he ripped off Barbie's head and used her to scratch a non-existent hemmorhoid instead. There is something really wrong with Tommy.


Once we landed I saw the crime scene. It was just as I had feared. A Nerf dart to the back of the head. Lennie Lego never knew what hit him. His hat was knocked all the way over to the Fort Apache set where some idiot cowboy with a lasso permantly attached to his hand was trying to put it on his horse's head.

I couldn't really get that upset about Lennie's death. He bored out the back of Lolita Lego and was selling her body. That just didn't set right with a lot of us. Not with a Lego.


We may be made from hard plastic stock but we have a soft latex heart.

5 comments:

Nickie Goomba said...

An all-too-common experience in Obama's Amerika.

Woodsterman (Odie) said...

It's time for you and Tommy to turn in your toy guns.

sig94 said...

I figured an empty, meaningless post would accomplish the same as that empty, meaningless exercise in futility that occurred in Buffalo.

Doom said...

That r sum of the funest shart eva.

I saw it in comment form and just roared for lots of reasons, and no reason. Good, bad, and pb&jelly sandwich reasons. When it was deleted, I was a little sad, but then delighted to see it get it's own post. Dude, you are such a roller coaster! :)

Buffalo? I don't know what happened there.

sig94 said...

Doom - Buffalo was the previous post that Nickie put up where they "bought back" the nerf guns for pizza and Gummi Bears or whatever.

Yeah, I decided to move that comment to a post. Glad you liked it.