“Right!” Murray @ Midnight yelled as he kicked the door open to Voodoologic Enterprise’s plush and hedonistic boardroom, scattering Darren Saturday off his satin pillows and startling two of the houris who had been fanning him and feeding him grapes. “How long has it been since we had a caption slugfest, damn your eyes?” “Well, [...]
Archive for April, 2008
Caption slugfest: “The cats in the cradle”
Published by April 26th, 2008 in Caption SLUGfest Championships. 1 Comment
Another episode in which no-one dies…
Published by April 21st, 2008 in Incoherent Ramblings Of The Enraged Mumble Mumble. 3 CommentsYou know what I’d like? I’d like to watch a cop show on television where pretty much the most violent thing they ever investigate is a missing cat. Or maybe some nefarious bugger has stolen a pair of rollerskates — the type you used to strap onto your shoes — that no-one uses much anymore, [...]
This sage saying is presented by the insightful Sir Mix-A-Lot and his buttalicious preference… I like big butts and I can not lie You other brothers can’t deny That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist And a round thing in your face You get sprung Wanna pull up tough Cuz you [...]
A funnee doing the rounds of the web that is kinda funny and cute. As predictable as it is, I still enjoyed it and perhaps you might as well… or not. You have to be old enough to remember Abbott and Costello, and too old to REALLY understand computers, to fully appreciate this. For those [...]
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Press Release: “The Twacknostic Twacks Take Round 5, Other Teams Not As Good.”
Published by April 14th, 2008 in Pins and Needles. 0 CommentsFOR IMMEDIATE DISTRIBUTION When the full-time whistle blew, everyone agreed that they’d witnessed a game of footy that would go down in the history books [1]. Grizzled frontline forwards were battle-wearied, sure-footed wingers were numb with fatigue, and up in the nose-bleed seats in the stands noses were bleeding, but only because of a 3rd [...]
The road stretches out ahead, a black ribbon cutting across a late afternoon landscape. Dusk is setting in, a few minutes from now the headlights will go on. You’re lost, somewhere in America. Elvis on the radio, destination… nowhere in particular. Welcome to the after-dark world of the abandoned roadside diner.
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