Her: I need a Deep Roy! I need an Oompa Loompa to do research!
Him: Hell, we need a whole herd of research Oompa Loompas.
Her: Wouldn’t it be fabulous? We’d get so much done.
(pause)
Her: Wait a minute. Graduate students are Oompa Loompas.
Him: We’re Oompa Loompas.


hee.
Ha! This post reminds me of your wish for a toga boy to do your housework. I’m picturing your apartment, containing you, Mister Husband, a toga boy, and a herd of Oompa Loompas.
Are you sure Oompa Loompas travel in herds? Maybe it’s a flock. Or a murder.
You, him, a toga boy, and a murder of oompas….
Hrm.
You people amuse me to no end. Apparently I’m all about the colonization, eh?
are you sure thats true? you know,they could travel in heards or they couldn’t travel at all.