This is the Forest Prime Evil, a hoot and a holler down the road from the Forest Secondary Evil. Hack your way in there, and boy howdy, you’ll soon see why it’s Prime. If you happen to escape (I laugh), sure you’ll be wearing the mark of fear forever and a day. What’s in there? […]
This flower, Spanish Maria, is seriously training to take part in the Miss Blossom Pageant of 2012. Having just emerged from a half hour bout of strenuous exercise in the sauna, she is on her way to plunge into an ice bath, drink a fertilizer shake, and enjoy a twenty minute nap before tackling her […]
For never was a Storie of more Wo, Then this of Iuliet and her Romeo.
TYPICAL LATE PLAYBILL The Amazing Bruno, A Lumberjack and His Log Bradley Kramer, The Belching Chiropractor Mysterio, The Invisible Mime Francis Carmody and His Singing Owl The Swiss Family Knife Sharpeners Marmalade Magic and Millie the Horse Count Bosco’s Operatic Mice The Song Stylings of Sam Beckett
I wear English Leather Cologne which keeps me smelling very attractive at all times. Too bad he couldn’t hang out longer before taking his jesting to infinity.
In 1956, while barhopping with Ingmar Bergman in Shanghai, Charles Lane struck up a conversation in a particularly shabby establishment with a defrocked Peruvian shaman. Instantly taking a liking to Lane’s sunny disposition, the shaman asked his age. The puzzled Lane replied, “51.” Thereupon, the shaman produced four twigs from his poncho and arranged them […]
Charles Lane lived to the age of 102 because: a. of his size. (That’s a life-size photo. In all of his movie and television appearances, trickery was used to make him appear to be properly sized.) b. on his 21st birthday and every day following for the rest of his life, he started the day […]
Before descending into the evil woods, the loon paused to pluck up a significant amount of extra courage. The clammy hand of dread caressed the loon’s neck as he followed the path of death. When he came upon the rope of strangulation, the loon wept in terror. His skin turned into baying wolves. OH, THE […]
This is the triffid’s Aunt Harriet. The loon visited her one evening last week and had a long discussion with her about the upcoming triffid takeover of the world. The loon was reassured that he would be allowed to live on as an historically amusing harmless relic. The loon’s sense of well-being was boosted even […]
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