Thursday, May 5, 2011

Bald truth


Trouble was brewing in the skies over Riddled Towers (For an Unforgettable Wedding Reception. Now with no eels) or was it? Large pink bulging clouds appeared and filled the locals with delight, horror or a feeling of inadequacy. But not all citizens were filled with nameless, faceless dread. Two stalwarts of the local Disturbance in the Heavens Squad, Messers Kiwi and Clyde, are shown here with a Stick and Attached Bladder and a Open Top Milk Churn though they freely confessed that they knew not why. They also vouchsafed that it was not their fault and giggled. Alot.
Enquiries at a local Public House, Medicant and Wooden Leg manufacturers revealed that some of the barstaff have doubts about the sanity of the men.
However it cannot be denied that somethings hang over us all. Needless to say oysters are off the menu.

4 comments:

Smut Clyde said...

Is it just me, or does the wormwood beer seem stronger these days than in the times of yore?

fish said...

It is because "o" is more potent than "y."

Substance McGravitas said...

Yorbles to you.

tigris said...

The official "whose job is this anyway" rock-paper-scissors has failed to reach an indisputable outcome, and though Smut asserts that his Tyvek paper is far superior to A. Kiwi's wet and aged newsprint, Mr Kiwi assures him that a swift chop to the pectoralis major beats most possible paper types.