Beware the CURSE of the BOTYs they say**. Auntie Alix went quiet; Lady Deputy Councillor Stephen was silenced; Wicked Uncle Costigan vanished without trace; even Mr Jumbo Graham was never heard of again… unless you read his Quaequam Blog…
Well, I'm a Militant Atheist Baby Elephant and I don't believe in curses!
I TWEAK the nose of the SPINDLY KILLER-FISH… and then run away and let DADDY deal with it!
Besides, if Scooby Doo is right about these things, then it's probably just Auntie Helen in the Old Abandoned Mine-Shaft with some LUMINOUS PAINT and a Count Packula FRIGHT-WIG!***
Where IS Daddy anyway?
Uh oh!
Right, up with this I will not fluffily put! Besides, I need Daddy to avoid rubbish sentences like that last one!
Paging Cuddly Cthulhu!
[fhtagn]
That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even the Curse of the BOTYs may die
[/fhtagn]
Oh look, there's Daddy, under that enormous pile of Fringe Flyers that the idiots brought back from conference. Get up Daddy, we've got proper WORK to do!
OK Bloggers… I'M BACK!
*no, no, nothing to do with the soon-to-be-annunciated front-runner in the Labour Loser competition.
**or at least snigger about because it DOES sound a bit RUDE!
***Because, let's face it, she does do EVERYTHING ELSE for us, doesn't she!
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3 comments:
You scared me when I saw the word cursed.
Phew!
Don't do that to my nerves on a Saturday morning, baby Elephant, please.
Great relief here also from Northern Ireland from all three of the NIs top Lib Dem blogs. :)
"Auntie Helen in the Old Abandoned Mine-Shaft with some LUMINOUS PAINT and a Count Packula FRIGHT-WIG!"
That's a terrifying image.
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