WEEKLY MONSTER 131
Good afternoon. How are you? I hope that the new year has been treating you well these first two weeks of the New Year. (Does it feel like only two weeks to you? Seems like a lot longer to me.) I have for you a new Weekly Monster. It’s a little bit different from the rest, but I hope you’ll still have fun. Please take a look:
It’s an upper crust monster. Are we looking at master or servant? Another performer? Or an inheritor? I’m curious to see what you think is going on here. If you have a minute, won’t you please
For now, I hope you’re having a lovely day doing something you enjoy!
And, as always, please remember that 344 LOVES YOU
Hi! I’m italian, 24, and I love your monster!
I’don’t speak (and write) english well but after months I saw your DAILY…I have the (the?) need of tell you “THANKS”!
Thank you so much, Fatima!
You’re very kind. I’m glad you’re a friend of the monsters.
Thank you for coming to visit! I really appreciate it!
Much love from Los Angeles to Rome!
darth vader in a tux!…..*S*…i’d go out with him on a saturday nite, fer shure.
maybe i’ll have an actual story later.
you’re diggin those little curly design things lately, aren’t you?
“The best money is always inherited,” Reggie’s Uncle Bradford told him. “You get all the goodies, and you have one less obnoxious relative to deal with as well.”
Reggie had not wanted to believe his uncle at first. He felt it was crass, petty, and even a bit mean spirited. But his uncle had been right on so many things before.
Uncle Bradford knew how to crash a party and yet be invited back by the hostess. He knew how to play a tip at the races, winning big even though his horse never crossed the finish line. He knew the best wines at the best restaurants, and how to obtain them without spending a dime of his own money.
Reggie admired his reflection in the mirror. He blinked as he adjusted Uncle Bradford’s monocle.
Yes, Uncle Bradford knew all the tricks, but he wouldn’t need them anymore. For now Reggie had all the goodies, and one less obnoxious relative.
“I’m not the butler, I didn’t do a bloody thing, pass me the scones and stop larking about!”
This is fantastic, Stephan!! Capital!
Ooh, this looks like an interesting one. Thinking of butlers, there is a neighborhood nearby me that has streets named after famous butlers. One of the streets was accidentally named “Lo Chalmers” instead of “Ol’ Chalmers” but they never changed it.
Perhaps, this monster is indeed the elusive Lo Chalmers himself – a monster misnamed at birth but who has never gotten around to getting his named changed on his birth certificate. An unfortunate fellow indeed, who happens to have particularly bad eyesight in his right eye. He probably inherited it from his parents who couldn’t see when they wrote “Lo Chalmers.” Let’s see how long it takes Lo to get his name changed now…
Artemis Bludgelby oft sought the refuge of the pleasantries of upper-crust crawlspace parties and would bore the milk curdled right in your very stomach if you let him. His dreary uncles, Lorde Zougitch and Ephraim Bibb had amassed their fortunes through sinister means, and ‘Artie’ is their sole estate keeper while they tour around the various sparrow-vineyards of the world. His nasally voice echoes off the empty walls once or twice an hour when he phones the gardener, or asks for his almonds to be slightly baked, like they did in The Young Gentleman’s Club growing up. The help secretely wishes him dead…
“Tentacles in sparrow wine cream sauce for dinner again? Really, this is just not acceptable. I shall have to speak to the cook.”
Hi Stefan, wow! this monster is a total snob, he probably thinks that he is the best of the best, but we won’t tell him anything, that way we dont hurt his feelings.
Awesome monster. Its the second monster I see and I am totally hooked.
Greetings from Guatemala!
Fez tragen ist der letzte Schrei, modisch abgewandelt in wundervollem Flaschengrün für Nichtabstinenzler. Na, na, wer munkelt denn da! Wir halten doch nicht an alten Purpurtraditionen fest. Hha!…