Planthony, 2002-2002

Wow... .....that's really depressing.

I'm sure it was just God's subtle way of punishing Planthony
for associating with such a heathen as yourself.

That whole stripper thing was as profane as it -gets-, buddy.

I'm sorry.

it looks like there still might be hope... have you tried mouth to stem recusitation? EKG? (electroklorophyllogram)? acupuncture?

come on planthony, you never backed down from anything in your life now FIGHT, goddamnit, fight you bitch! no, get off me, she has a strong heart, she wants to live... fight... *sob*

Don't you have a friend who can bust in a window? Or a spare key hidden under a dead squirrel? Come on man, think!

There're various cactii that don't require much attention, good for people with irregular habits.

If you had Japanese Squirrels and forgot to water them, it wouldn't be a big deal. I like the flat squirrels that I find in the road. I dunk them in hot water and make squirrel tea in keeping with the Japanese Squirrel Tea Ceremony.

jacques your sequiteurs have been getting a little more 'non' lately if you know what i mean... have you been taking peyote or something?

A VIKING FUNERAL.

Only then can the healing begin.

Well, if Sean had peyote, he could go off on any kind of an expedition and not worry about the watering thereof. Or one of those Venus Flycathers, then the plant could survive on nice juicy bugs. Or her could feed peyote to the Venus Flycatcher, and stand back and watch the ensuing hilarity.

I think that a Catholic Priest molested that plant.

you still haven't err.. laid Planthony to rest yet? don't you think it's kind of icky to leave corpses sitting in your living room for weeks at a time?
dear god please don't let anyone post that they do that on a regular basis with non-plant corpses.

It really isn't unusual to leave death lying around the house.

Well, not "death" per se... it's usually just me. But I do lie around the house, and I do leave myself there most days.

Well, not "me" per se... it's usually just my cat.

My cat whose name is DEATH!!!!

I mean, dying of thirst/neglect is no way to end a heroic saga. I was hoping Sean would end up bent over the shattered remains of stalwart Planthony, cradling his fronds in his huge, powerful hands, throwing his head back and roaring "MENDOZA!"

Damn plants, anyway. I've got some avacado seeds that I've been meaning to sprout. So, I've got some pots with a nice mix of vermiculite and dirt, but today when I went to open the window, I knocked over one of the pots and it spilled potting junk on the carpet. My favorite plants that I've had for a long time look like shamrocks but they're not. Also, they turn purple if they get sunburned. It's almost time for the Japanese cherry blossoms here, any day now. The beavers have felled several of the cherry trees.

To avoid contaminating fire, earth, or water, the Parsis dispose of their dead by exposing the bodies in ?towers of silence? (circular structures some 20 ft/6 m high surrounding a stone courtyard) where vultures devour them.

amen

The Persians may have discovered the best way to get your spirit to Heaven, have the vultures carry it skyward. Maybe if Sean smears rancid bacon fat on Planthony, the vultures will eat him.

Yes that's it! And the excrement will be a type of white rain that you cannot get in a conditioner bottle! What once was green and vibrant shall turn into white rain. Sayeth the scriptures.

e's not dead - e's just restin'. Drop of water with BIO PLANTFOOD and he'll be grand!

When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth. Presumably, even if they didn't walk before. Get ready, Flyboy.

The final war between plant and man has begun. Only one can rule supremely over the earth. This call goes out to all of my plant brethren! Plant-kind shall be victorious! Mu ha ha! Make your time human fiends!

The plants and the frogs shall conspire
To call all but the Green party a liar
So drink up your grog
Do not trip on a frog
Be a nice carnivore
The plants will implore!

I got a plant and his name is Frank
I found him on the river bank
I taught him how to sing a song
And dance around and wear a thong

had you named it W.E.B du Bois the Plant, like I said to. He would have written essays regarding how plants have to want to get out of their station, dependant on Fleshy for life. He would have also developed an animosity towards Booker T. Washington the Ficus for his concilitory stance with those who lord power over the Verdes.