February 27th 2011 10:19 am
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Convened by Angel Ernie George, on the day Angel Ben was going to heaven.

There is quite a hullabaloo up here in the heaven today. A flurry of glorious downy white wing-making is taking place.

We have a vacancy on the Elite Academy of Angels Power Squadron, Ernie George's hand-selected team of Furst Mates for Big Sailing and Power Boating Good Times. I need a very trusted furriend to be my furst mate.

I've been thinking, it would take a very special fur to be Ernie George's Furst Mate. An Angel of the Furst Degree. Someone who fulfilled his life's destinknees on the earth with the mostest grace and love and filled his peepoles heartses with JOY.

I would want the angel to be someone from a wonderfur fambly, who was gonna miss him terrorbully, and so when they looked up in the night sky and saw a shooting star, they would know it was me & my Furst Mate, streaking across the heavenly seas in our BIG CABIN CRUISER.

You know what would be great? If my Furst Mate were a FLUFFY WHITE POUFY BALL DOG! I think a FLUFFY WHITE DOG would offset my VERY LARGE ANGEL HEINIE QUITE NICELY.

OH I hope the Academy of Angels has an OUTSTANDERING CROP OF INCOMING FRESHPUP ANGELS! I just know the right angel is coming, soon. I can feel it!

Spike, what are you RRROOOOROOOOROOOOING ABOUT? Is it them crabs again? WHAT??? YOU HEARD WHAT???? OMD! OMD! OMD! He's coming? TODAY???

(THUD)