Then the bleedin' "Repository" people wrote to us about " patterns of such new articles as you put out" and asking where were they and would we like a visit from Messrs Smudger and Chalky, their financial supervisors. Hurriedly we repaired to the time machine to work for the previous week on the project and sent it off tomorrow. Of course there was some time leakage and there is a head on the desk in the oval below the McNasty tartan. Hopefully no one will notice.
Still the serious work of the Riddled institute continues and earlier and earlier examples of speech bubbles in comics turn up. Here we have the classic "you say medieval agrarian land reform, I say
murder and mayhem" joke with the mistress of the manor watching her husband barter for the lives of the family while the process is subverted by "Drunkyn Lout wythe knyfe"
And what of the Christmas Ale? I hear you ask?
Well, it made the universe go a bit funny but luckily the safety word came through
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I can't see the first picture, he whined.
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Ditto Thunder.
Also, a British Director of a recruiting firm has said: "...in these troubled times [xmas bonuses] appear more important than dancing to Noddy Holder tunes for one night."
( http://www.movehut.co.uk/blog/would-you-prefer-a-christmas-bonus-over-a-party/ )
Did you all enjoy your Noddy Holder?
I would prefer a broken pelvis over Mr. Holder but, you know, everyone is different.
First picture is back now. I dunno why it went away if it does it again I shall expunge all reference to it!!!
Noddy was okay but what pissed me off was that fucking little car.
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