“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, I, er…,” said Darren Saturday, picking himself up from the floor and pointlessly re-arranging his scanty toga.
“Don’t give me that!” Yelled Midnight. “It’s been…” He stopped and his eyes rolled off in different directions as he began calculating. “…a bugger of a long time, that’s how long it’s been!”
“But, but,” Saturday stammered, “our market research says we shouldn’t over-”
“I don’t give two figs and a ha’penny farthing for what our market research says,” Midnight growled, “my gut tells me we’re overdue. I can feel it in my bones, and not only that, when I went to the bathroom before-”
“We haven’t got anything prepared!” Blurted Saturday, who would have happily walked blindfolded into highway traffic rather than hear another anecdotal story about Midnight going to the bathroom.
“Haven’t we?” Midnight said, a sly, wicked grin slithering across his sly, wicked features. “Haven’t we?”
The colour drained away from Saturday’s face, as well as from his kneecaps. “You… you can’t mean…” he began in a horrified whisper.
“Yes! Aha ahahahah!” Midnight exulted [1] “Deploy the image of the weird looking guy dancing with the cats!”
“Dear Grod, noooooo!” said Darren Saturday, fainting into the arms of his houris, who also fainted, because houris are like that. And just before he lost consciousness he mumbled, “What the hell is a ha’penny farthing, anyway?”
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Yes, it’s time to run another caption slugfest, chaps [2], and for your captioning pleasure we have hand selected the following rather delightful piece of imagery, which many agree provides a lingering aftertaste of way too many cigarettes mixed with surgical grade alcohol:
As with our last slugfest, entries should be made in the dedicated topic in the Voodoologic forum:
Voodoologic Forum: “Cats in the cradle” caption slugfest thingy
So, make sure your swords are loaded and your pistols are sharpened, chaps, since there’ll be no quarter asked or given, and devil take the person standing on the left! [3]
Murray @ Midnight
| 1. | Which isn’t easy to do if you regularly skip breakfast. Remember, kids, if you plan to do any exulting, you should do it with the benefit of a balanced diet. |
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| 2. | And chapettes, if any happen to be reading. |
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| 3. | Translation: Have fun, be safe, and it really is a good idea to eat breakfast if you intend to do any exulting; it does make a difference. |
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And before M@M starts I know there’s a forum thingy for captions…but I felt that I should probably type something about Trevor and tangos but since it is a picture of a bloke dancing it hardly seems worthwhile mentioning another controversial interpretation of the tango does it?
Anyways all that aside, who would have thought that just a few months ago when I innocently typed “Trevor reminisces about the Cold Wars days and remembers that army life was much easier when they actually had guns.” That a world-wide, global [1] phenomena [2] would start.
Footnotes
[1] Yes I know that World-Wide and Global mean basically the same thing. I mean you people are picky sometimes.
[2] I have been onto the people who define these things and have had the definition of “World-Wide, Global phenomena” updated to its new minimum standards of ‘A few blokes from Brisbane, at least one cheese grower in Oregon and a small disinterested pot plant[3].’
[3] And hello Little Genghis you haven’t posted mush for a while