Happy Friday, and welcome, February! Today, I'm going to make this post as long as possible (in terms of size), in order to push that dreadful Thor poster down and out of sight. Damn, that face gets scarier every time I run across it.Miss Marple Attempts Stand-up Comedy
Thank you for your warm welcome. It is wonderful to be here at the Chuckle Hut. But one has to keep a close eye on the patrons here, does one not? For example, I just witnessed swarthy Mr. Slovitch tip his waitress with a one pound note. Just one pound, sir? Tsk tsk. I happen to know Mr. Slovitch embezzled 700 pounds from his employer just last week. Constable Charles, I believe you'll find the exact amount he stole located in the middle drawer of the oak bureau in the guest room of his residence at 151 Clockington Place. Minus the one pound tip, of course.
Sonic Harry Potter Obama backpack! With flowers too fuk yeh. Lord, I miss fifth grade.
Coffee mug-stained note paper - because the art of tacky correspondence should not be allowed to die.
"Ze smell of blood iss in ze air ..." - classic children's book Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel, as interpreted by Werner Herzog. This is really, really disturbing. But I confess, he hit upon a few troubling aspects of this story I myself noticed, way back when. How about you?
[comic] Alice in Wonderland for the researcher set
Blasphemy? - well, no, this isn't the Middle Ages. Let's just call it Museum Wedding Reception.
Last but not least ... The folks who produce Mr. Deity are having a grand time with the Old Testament. And as we know, there's enough bizarre material there to keep this web series going for decades. Here's the latest. Have a great weekend. And if you're watching the Super Bowl, GO TEAM DORITOS!