Some say that the
Riddled Amateur Dramatic Society should not accept sponsorship for product placement. Some people are asking to be pointed in the midriff by tigris with a sharp stick.
In collaboration with Throgmorton's Second-Hand Hernia Belt Emporium, RADS is proud to announce its newest production -- a dramatisation of "Oh, Whistle and I'll Come to You". Here is the scene where Parkins is menaced by a congeries of support garments,
animated by a hostile force.
Yes, in M.R. James' original story the psychic entity chooses a
bedsheet to take physical form, but this is not crucial to the plot, and cartoon adaptations have even substituted a
handkerchief to economise on special effects and CGI.
Knock knock.
Who's there?
Hernia.
Hernia who?
Claire, her knee, a thing of beauty.
6 comments:
nouvelle-vague noque-noque. *softly weeps*
Judging from the poster, Claire's Knee would seem to be Amish pr0n.
So, support garments are made of eelskin?
In order to humerus, I bring you:
A harpie, opposed by an ant interior crew. She ate 'em, because they were holding joints.
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Move that hand up any higher and Claire's knee will drive itself straight into your groin.
I do love productions based on true stories. In my youth I was similarly afflicted by a series of tube socks.
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