If this was a caption slugfest I would type the following…(with apologies to M@M)
Trevor let out a despondent sigh as once again the judges gave him extra points for technical difficulty but still cut him from the final round due to another highly controversial interpretation of the tango
Thank the Grods it isn’t a captionfest because I don’t think I could really handle another reworking of the ‘highly contorversial interpretation of the tango’ rehash again.
Thank Grod none of this above posting really happened and that the Judges were in fact all at their respective homes enjoying a cup of hot MILO and watching that strange English comedy show ‘Mitchell and Webb’, and not giving a fleeting thought to awarding points to anyone. And certainly not to the corpse formally known as Trevor… who we all recall was sadly and brutally dispensed with by Mrs Fuller and is now currently held up in the Mandalay Bay Casino with her love-slave Doris – Trev’s somewhat frumpy dressing wife with the substantial norkage.
Thank you Grod for making this all just a strange dreamlike posting from the Stark Raving Duncan – for the Voodoo Grod is so merciful and easy on the eye as only a Grod-like entity can be. In Grodness all things are transient and often soy flavoured.
The inquest would later hear the Mr Eds driver had been drinking and that the crash may have been caused by a photographer on a motorcycle…
Hey that’s a nice car, how much horsepower does it have?
If this was a caption slugfest I would type the following…(with apologies to M@M)
Trevor let out a despondent sigh as once again the judges gave him extra points for technical difficulty but still cut him from the final round due to another highly controversial interpretation of the tango
But since it isn’t a caption slugfest I won’t
Thank the Grods it isn’t a captionfest because I don’t think I could really handle another reworking of the ‘highly contorversial interpretation of the tango’ rehash again.
Thank Grod none of this above posting really happened and that the Judges were in fact all at their respective homes enjoying a cup of hot MILO and watching that strange English comedy show ‘Mitchell and Webb’, and not giving a fleeting thought to awarding points to anyone. And certainly not to the corpse formally known as Trevor… who we all recall was sadly and brutally dispensed with by Mrs Fuller and is now currently held up in the Mandalay Bay Casino with her love-slave Doris – Trev’s somewhat frumpy dressing wife with the substantial norkage.
Thank you Grod for making this all just a strange dreamlike posting from the Stark Raving Duncan – for the Voodoo Grod is so merciful and easy on the eye as only a Grod-like entity can be. In Grodness all things are transient and often soy flavoured.