Sunday, March 14, 2010

Mounting anxiety

Dear Riddled staff, I am writing to you as a last hope.My brother and I eke out a living raising sheep who are used as "comfort animals" to rich business men. This is, of course, frowned upon by the ruling elites who wish to keep all of the good things for themselves. Thus we have been forced to move  our flock higher and higher into the mountains to escape observation by an uncaring world.
Sadly, this now seems to have annoyed some mountain orbs and they are scaring the sheep, causing them to lose weight and become unattractive.
Could you not use your knowledge of high altitude trebuchets and such to get rid of these monstrous intrusions into an honourable and ancient profession?
There is the possibility of a quid pro quo deal, as we have contacts in the Squid market.
Yours Sincerely
The Unspeakable Brothers, Plimsoll and Baucket


Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

The Orb/Kea alliance is wreaking havoc on hapless ovines in the antipodes!

Here in the fruited heartland, we have to deal with the depredations of the livestock-mutilating reptoids and their little grey lackeys.

Take heart, though- a hero will rise.

tigris said...

Squid pro quacumque quicumque quandocumque, quoque quoque.

Substance McGravitas said...

I'm thinking The Man Who Zorbed Down Everest would be good here.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

Not enough branes.

Another Kiwi said...

We, in kiwiland, have learnt to do without so-called brains, actually.
SMcG didn't say Zombied Down Everest anyway. Elitist!

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

that video looks much more like 60s architect super-urban concepts, anyway.

Another Kiwi said...

Quirky Alpine super communities which are really awesome until, you know, it snows.

Smut Clyde said...

Quirky Alpine super communities with Super Zorbs!

Another Kiwi said...

I spy with my little eye, something beginning with Valuable Intelligence Gathering Technology. How else would we know what 13 year olds are talking about on Bebo? You Communist!!

fish said...

Dear Plimsoll and Baucket:

Move to Denmark.

There is something rotten there.