▼

Friday, December 2, 2016

Excitement at fever-pitch in Oamaru #2

Where was the Only Man whom Goats Respect, when we needed him? It must have been his day off.

The level of Vitamin C within the stressed goat's liver was not recorded.

Below: Constable Conrad prepares blowpipes to fire tranquilliser darts for self-defense against rampaging goat / human genetic aberration.
at

8 comments:

  1. UnknownDecember 2, 2016 at 4:09 PM

    Clearly, this town needs to add a few small dogs to its police force.

    ReplyDelete
  2. EmmaDecember 2, 2016 at 5:57 PM

    That man is so like an ape -- and yet he's wearing a uniform. I find myself strangely unsettled, in a ladyish way (this is a joke).

    I feel as though my respect for the Hugo Awards, as an institution, can never be repaired.

    ReplyDelete
  3. Smut ClydeDecember 2, 2016 at 6:52 PM

    Clearly the small dog is the true hero of the story and I would like to see it interviewed.

    ReplyDelete
  4. Big Bad Bald BastardDecember 2, 2016 at 8:55 PM

    I feel as though my respect for the Hugo Awards, as an institution, can never be repaired.

    I've felt that way ever since Chuck Tingle didn't win.

    Chuck remains awesome, though.

    ReplyDelete
  5. EmmaDecember 3, 2016 at 1:43 AM

    Isaac Asimov wishes he'd written Pounded In The Butt By My Own Foundation. Not even kidding now.

    ReplyDelete
  6. Smut ClydeDecember 3, 2016 at 2:05 AM

    The judges would also have accepted "Pounded in the Foundation by my own Butt".

    ReplyDelete
  7. Big Bad Bald BastardDecember 3, 2016 at 2:04 PM

    There's a joke about the Three Laws of Robuttics in here somewhere...

    Also, too... Poundation...

    ReplyDelete
  8. Smut ClydeDecember 3, 2016 at 11:37 PM

    It turns out that I was misled as to the purpose of "pound cake". Dinner guests were not well-pleased. Better names for baked products would be nice.

    ReplyDelete