5.10.05 | ...And it's Good-Night From Him...

Oh dear, what is a poor Saturnyne to do?

He's had a nice lovely mirthful post all lined up for you, and was all ready to add the finishing piccies, when what should happen, but his totally legal (Well as legal as yours, right?) copy of Photoshop got all stuck-up and refused to play anymore. Bastard bastardy bastard!

Fortunately though, one of Englands top comedy actors and genuises very kindly stepped in to help at the last minute by popping his clogs. Bit of a pisser for the rel's, i know...

So while yer all waiting for my next fabulous postage, here is a very lovely monologue i shall pretend i didn't steal wholesale from Here

"Good evening. I am the president of the Loyal Society for the Relief of Suffers from Pismronunciation, for the relief of people who can't say their worms correctly, or who use the wrong worms entirely, so that other people cannot underhand a bird they are spraying. It's just that you open your mouse, and the worms come turbling out in wuck a say that you dick not what you're thugging to be, and it's very distressing.

"I'm always looing it, and it makes one feel umbumftorcacle, especially when one is going about one's diddly tasks. Slopping at the Sloopermarket, for instance. Only last wonk, I approached the chuckout point, and I shooed the ghoul behind the crash desk the contents of my trilly, and she said 'All right, granddad, shout 'em out.' Well, of course, that's fine for the ordinary man in the stoat who has no dribble with his wolds. For someone like myself, it's worse than a kick in the jackstrop.

Sometimes, you get stuck on one letter, such as wubbleyou. And I said, 'Well, I've got a tin of woup, a woucumber, two packets of wheese and a walliflower'. She tried to make fun of me and said, 'That will be woo pounds, wifty-wee pence.' So I just said 'Wobblers!' and walked out.

"So you see how dickyfelt it is. But help is at hand. A new society has been formed by our mumblers to help each other in times of excream ices. It is balled Pismronouncers Unanimous, and anyone can ball them up on the smellyphone any time of the day or note, twenty-four flowers a spray, seven stays a creek, and they will come 'round and get drunk with you.

"For foreigners, there will be inperpetwitters, who will all speak many sandwiches, such as Swedish, Turkish, Burkish, Jewish, Gibberish and Rubbish. Membranes will be able to attend tight stool, for heaving classes, to learn how to grope with the many complinkities of the daily loaf.

"Which brings me to the drain reason for squeaking to you tonight. The society's first function as a body was a grand garden freight, and we hope for many more bodily functions in the future. The garden plate was held in the grounds of Blennham Paleyass, Woodstick, and the guest of horror was the great American pip singer, Manny Barrellow. The fete was opened by the bleeder of the opposition, Mister Dale Pinnock ... Pillock, who gave us a few well-frozen worms in praise of the society's jerk. He said that 'In the creeks and stunts that lie ahead, we must do out nut roast to ensure that it sucks weeds.'
"And everyone visited the various stores and abrusements, the rudeabouts, thing boats and the dodgers, and of course, all the old favorites such as Srty your Length, guessing the weight of the cook and tinning the pale on the wonky. The occasion was great fun, and I think it can safely be said that all the men present and thoroughly good women were had all the time.

"So, please join out society. Write to me, Doctor Small Pith, The Spanner, Poke Moses, and I will send you some brieflets to browse through and a brass badge to wear in your loophole."

Goodnight, Mr Barker. And thank-you for the aching sides.



  10:29 am :. Blogger transience hollered thusly:

oh. that was a good one. :) and i do hope that sunshiny post comes back.

  4:24 pm :. Blogger Janey hollered thusly:

He looked like me granda and that was reason enough to like him.

Long time no speak love, catch you on messanger sometime?

  4:26 pm :. Blogger Janey hollered thusly:

I kinda like this blogger anti-spam verification thing, it gives good words. Like:


Appropriate to your blog, methinks.

  3:47 pm :. Blogger helen hollered thusly:

I've been waiting for the opportunity to sneak the work "unbumftorcacle" into conversation for days now...

  2:23 am :. Blogger LiVEwiRe hollered thusly:

Being a sheltered citizen of the states, I have no idea who this person is. Er, was. But I most certainly learned a few new worms today! =)

  4:20 am :. Blogger Cece hollered thusly:

What do you mean as legal as mine? Mine is...ahem...perfectly legal. *cough cough

  4:43 pm :. Blogger Motormouth hollered thusly:

*Can't stop laughing enough to post*
*regains composure*
oh, what a fanstastic man, and how he will be missed.

  4:25 am :. Blogger Teufel hollered thusly:

This guy makes Yoda look like an orador!


  6:26 pm :. Blogger my sun sets to rise again hollered thusly:

When I was a sprog, I believe I saw a sketch whereine he stuffed a banana in his ear. This instantly became confused in my mind with the childrens show Greenfingers, leaving me terrified of both shows for a good long time.

  2:59 pm :. Blogger The Prisoner hollered thusly:

i always loved the 'answering the question before last' sketch.

word verification - dacuyhmn. wonder what that means.

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