"A poem by Hans Moleman. I think that I shall never see... My cataracts are blinding me."
Welcome to The Mole Hole! This is a personal site for random things, but mostly for my blog these days. Feel free to look around!
A mama mole, a papa mole, and a HansMoleman all live in a little mole hole. One day the papa mole sticks his head out of the hole,
sniffs the air and says,"Yum! I smell maple syrup!" The mama mole sticks her head out of the hole, sniffs the air and says "Yum! I
smell honey!" Then Hansmoleman tries to stick his head out of the hole to sniff the air, but can't because the bigger moles are in
the way so he says, "Geez, all I can smell is...
Are you sure you're ready? You may never forgive me for this one...
MOLASSES!"
Joke courtesy of Phat, old friend of the Jedi Outcast/Academy days.