Notes on our blog so far: I find it interesting that it took less than a month for Morgen to re-affirm that she intends to live on the fringe, to carve out her own little dark corner of our blogging world where she can bleed furry little creatures for her further education. And it only took Rebecca three paragraphs (depending on how one chooses divide the interesting format of her entry into paragraphs) to put the "thrust" back into "The Sparkling Hammers". Leslie appears to be suggesting, if it is amenable to the rest of those concerned, that it might be a good idea for her to stage a gentle coup that makes her the king. Kanga, of course, happily continues to support all of this nonsense. And Aaron remains religiously steadfast in his conviction to vacillate.
But now I would like to turn our attention back on the purpose of this blog.
. . .
Okay. So now I would like to turn our attention to creating a purpose for this blog.
It occurs to me that we recently heard a cry for help, a member-emeritus who sent up a sexy-panty flare of danger, which we summarily ignored.
What if this was a true cry for help? What if this was a drowning man who came up for one last gasp, and spent it calling to us? Should we really waste our time laughing and dickering over Aaron's true nickname? Or should we, with all haste, ride our non-existent pooh to the rescue? What kind of heroes are we? Shall we not intervene on the side of the Puck? Pluck him from his panty-Potterwood?
The Viking says: pack up the longboat! Row like there's pillage and rape on the other side. Put your back into it!
Come on, everyone! We'll call it Project Puck Panty Pluck!
Who's with me?!?
(and let's grab Rebecca while we're at it. Because it's fun to grab Rebecca.)
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I, Kanga, support this endeavor. Of course.
ReplyDeleteRape...? Pillage...? Bare-chested, bronzed, brilliant men...? Oh, wait. No bare-chested, bronzed, brilliant men. Just my luck--I decide for the first time in a damn eon to put on my damn black leather 6-inch spiked hip-boots, grab my damn leather whip (extra long for the sting), and embark on a damn rescue, and there's no damn bare-chested, bronzed, brilliant men!!
ReplyDeleteThat's okay. Just let me grab my toothbrush and some floss. I have a bit of Goblet still stuck in my teeth.
I'm almost ready to go--
ReplyDeleteI've made a picnic lunch (and dinner and breakfast) to feed 20 people for 20 days. I've brought along utensils, napkins, plates, cups, 40 gallons of water (stored in non-reactive stainless steel, of course), shampoo, conditioner, soap, towels, extra clothes (for all of us), safety pins, bobby pins, q-tips, needle and thread, scissors, a Swiss Army knife, chapstick, stain remover, a super-deluxe First Aid kit, toothpaste and toothbrushes (just in case someone forgets theirs), a frying pan, 17 bedrolls, a bottle of Jack...no, make that two, assorted gifts for every age and occasion, a deck of cards, a flashlight, matches, two dozen additional cookies (in case the ones in the picnic basket run out), a small hatchet, some tobasco and a rubber ducky. Man, my back hurts. I don't think my pouch has ever been this full. How come Morgen only has to pack a whip and dental floss? Oh, yeah--it's the black leather 6-inch spiked hip-boots. She can do whatever she wants.
Are you guys ready yet? Puck awaits!
(would it be a sin for me to break character for a moment to let you know that I'm dying laughing here?)
ReplyDeleteAll right! That's two members heard from and well-prepared to go. So tell me, oh Kanga, you packed lunches for 20 and bedrolls for 17.
Who's sharing bedrolls?
ReplyDeleteWho wants to share bedrolls? No,seriously, you each get one bedroll and I need the rest for myself. This pouch is BIG.
ReplyDeleteI packed the extra lunches "just in case."
ReplyDeleteJust in case we get extra hungry,
just in case we pick up strays along the way,
in case someone develops a sudden allergy,
in case some of the food gets weevils,
in case there's a disaster and we need to hole up for weeks...
you know, "just in case."
My motto: always good to be prepared.
I have no idea what we all are riding off to, exactly, except that it seems to involve Merry Wanderers of the Night and women's undergarments, and that, frankly, is more than enough to get me on board. And, having been invited by self-declared Usurper King Leslie, here I am.
ReplyDeleteI have packed my towel.
Now, perhaps, I shall shuffle off and work on some actual writing which may or may not ever be...er, whatever it was that Todd said about his work.
--R. Michael "In Search of a New Nick Name" Burns