It would seem those darn Chiefly British evil geniouss' are at it again. Only this time they've created a joke that supposedly won't go away until someone laughs at it. And then, once someone does acquiesce, it will immediately catch on and should cause each person who hears it to throw out hisorher back. Since laughing is such an amazing mid-section exercise, it is thought that the incredible development of sufferers' six-packs will cause unnatural imbalances, prompting several disks in each affected person's spine to herniate into the surrounding nerve endings.
Seeing this action as a risk to their projected superiority by this time next year, Spooky Noise Downstairs evil geniouss' are busy developing a necktie that does not respond to any of the known 85 knots other than the Cavendish, which most people misconstrue not as a knot at all, but as the type of music that the early Beatles (a/k/a The Quarrymen) dug. This is of course wrong since the genre of music being referenced is actually known as Skiffle or, colloquially and possibly more appropriately, crap.
There. That's the kind of trash I used to write on Xanga. And I do so miss it. I'm really gonna have to try my hand at it again some day.
What will they think of next? Phoning from a blog rushes to mind, but
that's probably days away.
16 years ago
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