Thursday, March 29, 2012

Oh that cheeking tongue Oh that cheating lunge

It is another typical day of hard graft in the Riddled Research Laboratory. As soon as we find the appropriate adhesive to glue the tongues to the wheel, the Lick Machine will be finished. I am not entirely convinced that there will be a market for it but tigris assures us that it will revolutionise the world of cat hygiene. She is supervising while Greenish Hugh and his brother-in-law who has the HT license reveal to her the unknown tongues.
I have no idea what has happened to my right buttock. It is just another of the unforeseen side-effects of blogging.

ALTERNATIVE TITLE:
When we 'volunteered' to help the Doktorling make a large model of Penfield's motor homunculus for her school science fair, we had little idea how much work would be involved.

20 comments:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

the Lick Machine

Now that is a fine band name.
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fish said...

I have no idea what has happened to my right buttock. It is just another of the unforeseen side-effects of blogging.

Known as 3B syndrome.

fish said...

Now that is a fine band name.

C'mon thudner, new meme is

dottumblerdotcom.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

reveal to her the unknown tongues.

You think you're clever.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

What's all this about squirrel sex dungeons in your attic, feesh?
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Substance McGravitas said...

A lick machine. For a cat. Hmm.

Can I have one? I promise you I have a cat that you just cannot see right now.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

As soon as we find the appropriate adhesive to glue the tongues to the wheel,

I suggest contacting Grizzled.

However, I suspect adhesive will not work properly. Gonna have to pop-rivet those tongues.

Rachel said...

Oh that teasing pun!

Sirius Lunacy said...

If you are successful in finding the right adhesive, I predict that you will find a strong market in the male canine demographic as well.

wiley said...

Shouldn't they be forging a head?

vacuumslayer said...

the Lick Machine

I had the funniest feeling I was getting into Philately at the right time!

vacuumslayer said...


Can I have one? I promise you I have a cat that you just cannot see right now.


Careful. The Riddled Staff is not easily fuled by animal-centered mendacity.

vacuumslayer said...

Philately at the right time!

Capitalized not just because it is the neatest of all hobbies, but because I did not trust myself for a minute to spell it correctly...so copypasta for me!

Smut Clyde said...

A lick machine. For a cat. Hmm.

I am hoping for some interesting search terms resulting from this post.

Sirius Lunacy said...

There was a man named Phillip Pharr who knew he'd never win
Running from the law, he had lived a life of sin
He had tried the boxing ring, but it gave him the cramps
And all he ever liked to do was just collecting stamps

Phillip Pharr, Phillip Pharr, where did you go wrong?
You're a fatalist fugitive pugilist philatelist
And this is your song

Smut Clyde said...

Shouldn't they be forging a head?

We have MORE THAN ONE JOKE at Riddled.

fish said...

Yes, occasionally they forage a head.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

We have MORE THAN ONE JOKE at Riddled.

Really?

vacuumslayer said...

I let them borrow from my stock of three!

kc said...

A soundtrack for your silence - insincere.