Thursday, March 25, 2010

Friday Whaling post

Continuing our series begun by eminent whalologist Smut Clyde we have further proof of the festive nature of Olde Tyme folks when they got their hooks into a cetacean. Note the cheerful chappy skirling on his pipes on the dead beastie. Och Aye! 
Note that the happy slaughter seems to have rendered the participants deaf to the sound of their fleetmates being attacked by what appears to be feral sea hogs.Still there are barrels to filled and the penis collector has turned up with his sack only to be disappointed by the gender of the whale.
Commerce must be allowed to run free.

7 comments:

merc said...

Aye happier times, and times when people really respected Daemon, not like now /sighs daemonically/.

decersts, deserts with piss in them.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Eminent whalologist Snag.

He's happy, and I thought this link was relevant.
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Smut Clyde said...

http://befouled.blogspot.com/2010/03/save-me.html

Snag left out the words "death-like creatures".

M. Bouffant said...

Look, I know it's a mammal & all, but I'm wondering if the more-than-two-breasts (Per contestant, that is. We totally support as many properly-paired breasts as can be located.) motif is the way to go here.

Smut C. was absolutely right about the rafters.

merc said...

And as the Japanese Whaling Big Giant Head said...whales are the cockroaches of the sea.

duppkinh, affectionate hick term of endearment.

Smut Clyde said...

Note the cheerful chappy skirling on his pipes on the dead beastie.
That man is nomming a LIVE JELLYFISH. That cannot be right sir.

Mendacious D said...

what appears to be feral sea hogs

The domesticated ones are far worse when cornered.