Should I continue the road trip?

:shrug:

because I figured you forgot how to spell "Merh". :)

BUT THIS IS A SERIOUS POLL, DAMMIT!

Why aren't you on the road trip? :shrug:

Besides, I lost interest after y'all killed Oeditpus. :cry:

:(

Was it because I disappeared for a day? :cry:

It was... it was...


:think:


KARL ROVE shot me! He was on the grassy knoll! I SAW him! And Cheney was in the storm drain! And Wolfowitz was on the overpass, licking his gun!

And they set up Michael Brown to be the patsy!

IT'S ALL IN THE ZAPRUTABAGA FILM!!! I'M SERIES!!!11

And one well-illustrated by this little-known Monty Python bit:



"Well, this time you've crawled too far!"

"Oh, Jake, Jake! Why did you do it? You could have destroyed the tapes and none of this leftist would have happened!"

"An excerpt from Carl French's latest film. Carl, we're all a little mystified by your claim that your new film stars Marilyn Monroe."

"It does, yes."

"Who died over 10 years ago?"

"Uh, that's correct."

"Are you lying?"

"No, no, it's just that she'e very much in the public eye at the moment."

"Does she have a big part?"

"She is the star of the film."

"And dead."

"Well, we dug her up and gave her a screen test — a mere formality in her case — and..."

"Can she still act?"

"Well... well, she... she still has this... this enormous, ah... ah, kind of indefinable... uh... no."

"Was decomposition a problem?"

"We did have to put her in the fridge between takes."

"Ah, what sorts of things does she do in the film?"

"Well, we had her lying on beds, lying on floors, falling out of cupboards, scaring the children, ah..."

"But surely Miss Monroe was cremated?"

"Well, we had to use a stand-in for some of the more visible shots."

"Ah! Uh, another actress."

"Dead actress. But Monroe was in shot the whole time."

"How?"

"Oh, in the ash tray, in the fire grate and vacuum cleaner..."

"So, Marilyn does not appear in the film?"

"Not as such."

"Mr. French, you're one of the film world's most arrogant queens. I mean, not just 'homosexual' or 'gay' or anything, I mean you are a raving queen."

"Well, yes."

"I mean, a real screamer, a real 'Whoops! Get out! Don't mind me dear!' limp-wristed caricature."

"Is that not in order?"

"No, no, that's fine. And I understand that you married the beautiful black heiress Hueyna Tanoy partly for the publicity but mostly to cover up the fact that you prefer going out with little boys."

"Look, really!"

"Carl, you're an offending little poof, a mincing gay-bar loiterer, a winnet-covered walking perfume shop and an evil perverter of innocent little boys!"

"What!? Really! Is this part of the interview?"

"No, no. I just wanted a few contacts."

"Well... well, shouldn't we be talking about the film?"

"We've been off the air for ages. Now, where'd you find them?"

"Look, I think we are still on the air."

"Oh, sod the fucking air! I just still get locked up with that sort of thing."

"What about the film?"

"Just a few addresses, please."

"Look, we've got James Dean in it, in a box!"

"I... I can turn the microphone off if you..."

"And bits of Jayne Mansfield..."

Because I haven't thought of a way to write myself in yet!



I like your polls Xema, they're always so emphatic! :D

:hi:

...and selflessly carrying around the two legless albino kids....

What, did I do this for nothing?....:shrug:

I've been having fun with it! I just haven't been able to stay up long enough to take part at night the last few days.