Assuming, as we naturally are, without a hint of hubris, that our blog will become internationally renowned and esteemed amongst the intelligentsia, we thought we might allow you a small window into our really very excellent and jet-setting lives. In fact, only this morning did we partake in a voyage of sorts to judge the tri-annual Miss Hirsute and Halitosis Brazil, as we are internationally recognised as afficianados in this admittedly quite specific realm of the beauty industry.
Ben is the first hunchback ever to have produced gold from lead and was asked by Nasa to be the first man on Mars, but respectfully declined as he didn't trust anyone else to feed his possum horde (nominally led by Mark the Possum) and tape his daily fix of countdown, which he still loves despite the rapid decline in the quality of the the show since Richard Whitely had such extensive plastic surgery and mysteriously acquired a nigh-on radioactive perma-tan.
George and Ben do not fully comprehend the cause for such ribald hilarity at the above video, despite extensive study. Nevertheless, we see that Whitely is happy, and when Whitely is happy, we are happy.
George is that most mysterious of creatures: a very short giant. indeed, he is so short he can quite easily be mistaken for a normal human being, though naturally this illusion vanishes in a puff of smoke upon engaging him in conversation, at which point it becomes clear he is far, far superior to any of you inferior bottom-feeders (and by that, yes, we do mean the act of felching).
Between us, we are the most prolific munging team in the whole of Western Europe (alas, Minky Gyorgi and Bynydyct the Destroyer of Prague are such a formidable team that no one could ever hope to out-mung them) (Mung mung mung).
Imagine, if you will, the following is accompanied by the dramatic swell of three separate church organs and an indian classical music group:
Algy met a Bear
The bear ate algy
The bear was bulgy
the bulge was algy
Perhaps he'll die...........
That is all. For now, goodbye.
1 comment:
To be honest, good sirs, I outright believe that those dastards participating on this "Countdown" should be likened to collapsed lungs by their peers, due to the obvious word not being four letters, nay, but a mighty and truly splendiferous six! SCULPT! That saucy lady revealing the cuntflaps should camber their malformed shapes across her knee and give their behinds a thorough berating, although this may bring them more tittilation than abhorrence.
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