Spitball Army

On Facebook yesterday, BJ posts a status update [this really happened]:

BJ doesn’t want to end up a cartoon in a cartoon graveyard.

Then, the comments begin (reprinted here exactly as posted).

DS:  Amen to that one brother

BJ:  🙂

FO:  you’re a bonedigger

BJ: Get these mutts away from me. I don’t find this stuff amusing anymore.

FO: How about that roly poly little bat-faced girl?

BJ: she ducked back down the alley…

FO: Hm…so what’re you gonna do now that your role model is gone?

BJ: I’ll look around, around.
I’ll sees angels in the architecture, spinning in infinity.
I’ll say Amen! Hallelujah!

FO: Dude, you are so soft in the middle.

BJ: yeah, but I got a short little span of attention…

FO: OK. G’night, Al.

BJ: Goodnight Betty.

[Apologies to Paul Simon.]