Friday, March 09, 2007
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Thursday, March 02, 2006
TOP OR BOTTOM? IT'S FIVE ANYWAY.
And Full House? The show that gave those glorious Olsens the key to the doors of our hearts. That poor middle one. No one remembers her name and she got addicted to powdering her nose. Also, who could forget Bob Saget, the dad who tried to keep everything running smooth? He is possibly the worst actor ever to grace the small screen we love to adore so.
Saved by the Bell!!! Screech is like vice principal or something on the new series. A little bit of hope spread over the loser population the day Screech got that job. "Maybe one day i won't be a loser no more pop", was heard echoing round the globe... Rad.
Beverly Hills 90210. We all know too well about this hit! Remeber when Steve said, 'Give me some sugar'? I missed that episode but i saw the offensive dialogue spoken on an ad for that nights show. It was the first time i'd heard that infamous line too. WOO HOO. I bet that soundtrack was pretty dodgy too.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Friday, February 03, 2006
THE TRUE STORY OF STONE SOUP. AS TOLD BY ME, VILLAGE KING. pt3
An Educational, Quin-Lingual Journey through Non-Linear Time
In went the pepper and following it, the ladle, stirring once clockwise then once anti-clockwise. Drawing out the large spoon, De Home noisily slurped some of the soup. “An exquisite flavour, yet there may still be something missing…”
“This is taking far too long. My patience is becoming as thin as your hair you floundering trout whom I loathe more with every second I pass unfed. Use what you must, though if your actions are not swift, my platinum-toed boots encountering your corpulent behind shall be and death dealt by my twin-edged-axe wielding, sociopathic Mysterious Purple Monkey’s will be the dessert of your next sample!”
De home moved briskly, swiftly, nevertheless it was not and I gained minimal relief from my advancing voracity by contemplating further elaborate ways to threaten him.
I had Igor carry me to the sanctuary of the back of my kitchen where I would be the farthest from De Home while still able to keep a vigilant eye on the malodorous drifter. To relieve more boredom I had the ogre like guards of my dungeon lug thirteen of my French and Portuguese prisoners to my execution yard, which I could view from the kitchen window I had positioned myself in front of. I had my boy slave untie the detainees’ shackles and watched jubilantly as my riflemen played fish in a barrel and listened gladly to their cheers when one of the captives would fall.At last, just as the final cheers went up and resounded through the tenements of my glorious stronghold, De Home declared that the soup was now, indeed ready and fit to be consumed by I. “Serve I a bowl then!” I turned my head upward and implored the ceiling, “Why must I endure the presence of such pitiful, boarish, inhuman types?”