THE HOLMES/WATSON KWIZ
Holmes is: a. pointing at a small pile of unseemly litter. b. trying to wrest his tape measure from the grasp of an irritated hedgehog. c. uneasy at the proximity of Watson’s head to his own. d. lost in dreams of yesteryear.
Holmes is: a. pointing at a small pile of unseemly litter. b. trying to wrest his tape measure from the grasp of an irritated hedgehog. c. uneasy at the proximity of Watson’s head to his own. d. lost in dreams of yesteryear.
(God and a coterie of subservient sycophants are seated around a table.) God: I think each one of you should praise me in turn. Start. Sycophant 1: You’re the best. You’re so great. I mean, my God! I’m humbled and grateful to be near you. Sycophant 2: I’m going to bronze the clothes I’m wearing […]
Living flesh should be avoided today. Sharpening your devices while hiding in the garage would be a suitable pastime. If you must go out tonight, carry an ox femur and wave it about from time to time in tandem with your best shriek.
lauren bacall, lauren bacall whereforth, whyforth seemst thou so tall your spidery fingers, your sultry glance enrapture all nations, especially france
Ed’s lapsed insurance policy collection was second to none.
As a youngster, Ed Sullivan: a. swam the Hellespont. b. sold flyswatters door to door. c. collected lapsed insurance policies. d. dreamed of one day owning sheep and teaching a raccoon to herd them.
oh double cheeseburgers of the land with your glorious artery clogging talents make haste to the white house save us
A POEM OF NO SIGNIFICANCE tumble of tire the gutter whines significant fire industrial fines rusted barbed wire the oligarch dines THE FIEND CHUCKLES IN ITS DEN
Long ago in the Realm of Flowers a pumpkin grew to be huge, orange, and rotten. It rolled and bounced viciously around the garden wreaking havoc. Its cruel laughter rang all the day throughout the realm. The flowers, at a loss for what to do, held a secret meeting late at night in the old […]
Loon: I would like to welcome to today’s 3 Question Interview the ghost of someone the Lords of the 4th Dimension have informed me wrote Treasure Island, Robert Louis Stevenson. So, Mr. Stevenson, which came first, the book or the movie? Stevenson’s ghost: Don’t be daft, laddie. Movies didna exist when I was living. Loon: […]