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Monday, August 20, 2012

I have felt your presents.

The latest round "Riddled's got Talent" was not quite the ratings smash hit that Peasemold-Gruntfuttock Productions said it would be. There was only one judge, Evangeline van Hoslterin's Gran who doesn't actually like, well, anything that anyone can remember.

Here she is giving the thumbs down to Greenish Hugh and her vile grandnephew Throgmorton's version of "Waiting for Godot" or "The matyrship of St. Stephen and his brother Tom". We never did find out which one what with Van Holsterin seniors  shouting "Get off you Communists!" and the  frantic button pressing.

Smut and I await our turn to perform the "Luke I am your father" scene from Star Wars which was described by the Eketahuna Journeyman as "Hopelessly derivative" and by Mrs van Holsterin "Full of Communist lies".
From the photo you can see the botch-up that the Props Pixies made. A fecking tree! Inna spacship!!! We shall have to cut their Cocoa rations again.
Still it was a  nice set and made a change from scrubbing the evolvamat. I keep telling people, "Flounders is about as far as those fish go". But does anyone listen?


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15 comments:

  1. ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®©August 20, 2012 at 4:56 AM

    That's no way to talk about the Reverend Mother, A.K.
    ~

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  2. ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®©August 20, 2012 at 7:29 AM

    Jennifer is waiting for you to rewrap* those, by the way.

    * And not rerap.
    ~

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  3. zombie rotten mcdonaldAugust 20, 2012 at 9:09 AM

    I have felt your presents.

    A change in the weather?

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  4. mikeyAugust 20, 2012 at 10:04 AM

    Those fecking hippies in Sedona are annoying for a whole BUNCHA reasons, but the way they let their little necked babies crawl around crapping and peeing on everything is the WORST.

    Christ.

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  5. mikeyAugust 20, 2012 at 10:07 AM

    In Flounders Fields the fishies grow
    Between the kelp beds, row on row
    They mark their place there in the sea
    With steams of little Flounder pee
    Scarce smelt amid the snails below

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  6. Substance McGravitasAugust 20, 2012 at 10:33 AM

    Trees and apples. What could go wrong?

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  7. Big Bad Bald BastardAugust 20, 2012 at 11:09 AM

    A fecking tree! Inna spacship!!!

    Spacship? A ship made out of filling compound?

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  8. Hamish MackAugust 20, 2012 at 12:28 PM

    Nice one Mikey. But that Flounder poem was a bit flat, dontcha think?

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  9. fishAugust 20, 2012 at 12:35 PM

    Every summer, we hit the beach with drinks in hand to watch the annual flounder eye migration.

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  10. mikeyAugust 20, 2012 at 1:12 PM

    If'n you ask me, not enough poems contain references to pee...

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  11. Hamish MackAugust 20, 2012 at 1:47 PM

    Indeed Mikey. The only thing I can think of is Sir Elton John's
    "And it seems to me
    that you lived your life
    like pissing into the wind"

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  12. Hamish MackAugust 20, 2012 at 1:51 PM

    Who is that Benny Gesterat Thundra? I never heard of the bum.

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  13. Smut ClydeAugust 20, 2012 at 2:08 PM

    ITTGDY has a lot of buttzpah.

    Scarce smelt amid the snails below
    They're going to be even scarcer if other fishes keep pissing on them.

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  14. wileyAugust 20, 2012 at 2:20 PM

    Are those the radical union models who insist that they pose anyway they want and the painter has to just deal with it?

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  15. Simon CowellAugust 20, 2012 at 3:57 PM

    "OMG, this is all wrong. Empire Strikes Back?" I think not. Too many Cherubim, not enough Seraphim. FAIL. FAIL. FAIL. I now have eye cancer from having having been witness this theatrical abortion.

    Paula, I see that flask.

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