The Grand Majestic Triffid High Queen in all her glory blessed the loon with a stealth visit recently. By rigid law no photo of the Queen’s visage is allowed, and so yea verily this capture of the Queen’s beautifully barbed abdomen as she stands in the midst of her favorite toadies will have to do. […]
This is the loon’s 1000th post. Oh, how he fretted. Oh, how he laughed his high laugh of confusion, despair and outright insanity. Then, a glimmer of a gleam of a spark of a hope scraped his right elbow, causing him to throw his head back against a large cast iron pheasant. Thus, it was […]
And so I put it to you, Reverend Mother, that not only were you aware of the locations of both cows and the tiara, but you were instrumental, nay, willingly crucial in the deployment of the harvesting equipment. Furthermore, it remains an undeniable, irrefutable fact that the damning beaded purse was found in your personal […]
The Starved Mandrake Assumes A Negligent Position In Reference To His Hidden Bride’s Desires
Peering through the lovely blossoms is the local troll. Much of the creature’s right arm fills the lower left of the frame. After taking this picture, the loon had to step lively, I can tell you. Unfortunately, the rapid shoot and run left the loon with this less than satisfactory portrait of the troll. Nice […]
TYPE YOUR WAY TO HAPPINESS by Secretariat the Horse RENDER YOUR WAY TO HAPPINESS by Lard Ringner HOP YOUR WAY TO HAPPINESS by Bill the Kangaroo PILLAGE YOUR WAY TO HAPPINESS by Cool Hand Loot DIG YOUR WAY TO HAPPINESS by Jonathan Livingston Clamshell
Come to the BABE RUTH ROMAN HOLIDAY ON ICE STATION ZEBRA featuring BASEBALL ON A RAFT WITH AN ARMY OF ENRAGED PENGUINS ALL THE KRILL YOU CAN EAT AN OCEAN OF TUNES WITH RICHARD MOBY AND HIS ORCA STRAW ICE COMPLIMENTARY EINSTEIN WIGS and much much more, for instance FREE PENS in which to confine […]
The chamber wolf left the chamber, loped across the meadow, caught the bus, got off on the corner of Filth and Regurgitate, went into the bar and downed a schooner of near beer, exited through the back entrance into the alley, lolluped up the fire escape, squeezed through the window into his office, sat behind […]
This lovely camellia, coughing softly, told the loon she dreamed of being cured at the sanatorium on Magic Mountain. The loon, believing himself to be a time traveler and an intimate friend of Hans Castorp, promised to do all in his power to get her there.
THE QUAFFING OF MILTON AND ANN THE HEART USURPING STORY OF THREE MEN, ONE WOMAN, AN INTELLIGENT COW, AND A REFRESHING BEVERAGE told on a tramp steamer by a mysterious stranger wearing lead shoes and sporting a serious overbite to a sympathetic turnkey from sunny Spain
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