Mars Broadcast #6

He's baaaack. Yep, Fred never gives up, even if he should. And this time he's back with a little help from me, Farnsworth M. Mudd, his partner in homeless crime. It's the least I can do, helping Fred Fortune expose the alien abduction conspiracy for the whole solar system to see. Wow. What a crime.

And, yeah, this drawing of me is better than what I see in the mirror so I'd rather look like this than the love child of Eleanor Roosevelt and Stan Laurel. Wow. I'll get Fred for that smart aleck remark. And he knows it, too. So, let there be no surprise there.

OK. Now, be a pal and indulge Fred. He's not always right (in fact, he's hardly ever right) but he's got more guts than you and me put together. Unfortunately, most of his gut is pure Mallo Cup. But who gives a crap? Shit, now you got me swearing. I hope you little bottom-feeders are worth it.

Fred Fortune's
Mars Broadcast #6

Author's Note 11-07-13: This video was uploaded by Michael Casher to Blogger. You can't watch this video at YouTube because it does not exist there. That is another Google redirect which is nothing more than a lie to get you to watch other videos at YouTube instead of the uploaded video on this blog post. This new uploaded format at Blogger was introduced in November 2013 by Google without notice to anyone.

Day of the MIB

I never considered the fact that I might have to allow a guest video on my blog but then I never thought I'd be discombobulated by Liz, either, the big-ass Reptilian warlady who runs this Cydonia Concentration Camp, here in the Mars Underground. On top of that, I never thought I'd be discombobulated because of a rat commodities broker from Earth who squealed on me for daily access to the restaurant-grade stainless steel refrigerator the Grays installed in their secret underground kitchen up here.

So, why am I letting Farnsworth do this, the creepy little Benedict Arnold who got me ray-gunned by Liz just so he could feel young and upwardly mobile again? So I have further proof about life on Mars. What else? By the way, Farnsworth still won't tell me his real last name. I call him "Mud" because he ratted me out to the Reptilians who run this Martian Leavenworth for the Grays. He let that snide remark run off his shoulder like water off a duck's ass and even kept the name. But he cleverly spelled it the way Roger Mudd did, the 20th Century CBS news anchor. Farnsworth told me his family knew Roger Mudd personally but I really doubt that. Little name dropper.

Incidentally, Farnsworth wasn't pulled out of a rusting 1965 Rambler Ambassador that was abandoned in an alley near Hollywood & Vine by a blue beam of light, like I was. He was chased and knocked down and then dragged out of his semi-detached house in Queens, New York, a year ago by three Men In Black. Thus, the title of this guest video. Man, I can't believe I'm so hard up to prove my own Martian conspiracy theory that I'm letting a traitor like Farnsworth M. Mudd (I have to laugh my ass off at that name) post a video here. I even showed him how to add titles, credits and sound to his pathetic, amateur cell-phone video. Man, if I ever did get back to Earth, I wouldn't go to Queens to take a shit.

Day of the MIB

a video by Farnsworth M. Mudd

Author's Note 11-07-13: This video was uploaded by Michael Casher to Blogger. You can't watch this video at YouTube because it does not exist there. That is another Google redirect which is nothing more than a lie to get you to watch other videos at YouTube instead of the uploaded video on this blog post. This new uploaded format at Blogger was introduced in November 2013 by Google without notice to anyone.