skip to main |
skip to sidebar
"Laughter and joke-telling is healthy and can be used to convey messages that may otherwise be too difficult to express!" - Jesse Eisenberg, A Marriage Counselor Tries To Heckle At A Knicks Game
Stuff that don't fit here good
Reader Testimonials (Click to view!)
- "5% pus" - puddle
- "#YOLO" - Lumpage
- "Wow - can I buy that on a tea towel?" - Anonymous
- "You're much taller in real life than your blog makes out" - Lumpage
- "Did you grow up on an ostrich farm?" - Anonymous
- "Book your tickets to Stockholm" - Anonymous
- "This gets my vote for the Man Booker prize for blogging" - Anonymous
- "I think my head just imploded" - Anonymous
- "I thought you were a woman while reading this. xD Do you get that often?" - Vanessa
- "You sound like a raging Bruxist to me" - Anonymous
- "You blog like an only child" - Anonymous
- "We're drawn to your angsty post teen doubts" - Anonymous
About Me
- PTR
- A raging Bruxist, I grew up on an ostrich farm until I was mistaken for a woman one time too many. Leaving my angsty post-teen life as one of three only children, I flew to Stockholm where I unexpectedly won the Man Booker Prize for lengthy blogging about being short. I'm perplexed to report that I like painting tiny Romans.
Posts
Blog Archive
-
▼
2009
(240)
-
▼
June
(20)
- Nazi work-out
- Mostly dissatisfied
- Top Ten
- Saturday > Friday
- Spider redux
- Advice
- Today sucked, can I have another one?
- Spiders
- Matchbox
- Inconceivable!
- How to write a hit song
- The internet is stuffed!
- The sickness formerly known as flu
- Long long long weekend
- I'm an adult now
- Dunning-Kruger effect
- Do it!
- Be afraid
- Gold, silver, mercury
- Poopy head
-
▼
June
(20)
6 comments:
This gets my vote for the Man Booker prize for blogging.
Great, sparse story!
The weird thing is I can really picture an old deaf Scottish chap, who has bristly white whiskers like an Airedale/Schnauzer cross!
What?? How could you get an Airedale to breed with a Schnauzer? That's a German dog!
I'm glad someone out there liked this story. It really astounded me when it happened, but then after I wrote the blog entry I had a lengthy conversation with my Smaller Half and she couldn't really see why I was so captivated by it.
Ignore your Smaller Half - she's being a esum.
Esum is a fairly rare phenomenon, only really seen since the onset of high-energy nuclear research.
Should your Smaller Half come into contact with your muse, massive amounts of energy would be spontaneously liberated and much of South Australia would be obliterated (would anyone notice?).
Be careful!
It's especially important that your Smaller Half not do any Queen Victoria impersonations - "One is not a-muse-d..." = BANG!
...But Victoria was a German Queen!
Ignore my Smaller Half? What foolish advice is this? Sounds like you're trying to turn this story from comedy into tragedy.
Post a Comment