Gooooooooo Horsey!

[Darkest Angel]

I don't think you all appreciate the historical importance of this post. Or perhaps I mean hysterical. In any case, have I mentioned that I was a teenaged father in my homeland of Australia? However, like the late, great Howard Hughes, I overcame that crippling disability to become the man I am today...deranged, naked, and rolling around in a bed filled with my own feces. I remember my dear son, Daniel Johns of Silverchair, looking earnestly into my eyes one day and asking me "Daddy, what does 'feces' mean?", to which I replied "Son, you of all people should know!"

[Andyman]

Okay, I think DA is really jonsin' for Bobo here.

[Darkest Angel]

Fluffy might be the only one who understands me. He knows, as I do, that sanity is just a veil that the gods throw over our eyes to prevent us from beholding the awful truth: That life is, in fact, a joke. And a rather bad one at that.

...but I digress.

Marcella Weatherby stopped by my palatial country home yesterday evening, and asked if she might borrow a cup of broken teeth. I had the maid chase her across the porch and down the driveway whilst brandishing a peg leg I had just freshly lathed. A good time was had by all.

[Joranthalus]

another Bobo who throws his own feces...

[Darkest Angel]

...It pains me that you allow this precious gem of thread fall so very far, so very fast. Pains, I say. Although, that might also be partly attributable to the rickets.

[sculpey]

Rickels !! It's Don Rickels, not Rickets !!

[sculpey]

Actually it's Rickles, but that wouldn't have been as visually funny.

[Andyman]

I miss him. You miss him. We all miss him. If only that narwhal hadn't eaten him.

[Darkest Angel]

The ice has thawed and the halibut are biting...where, oh where, could our sweet Bobo be? The waiting, as the immortal Tom Petty would say, is the hardest part. Although some might argue that the iron shackles are literally much harder.

I was wandering through the hills last night, wailing and keening as is my way, when I happened upon a gypsy camp! There, an old hag with great, gold hoops in her ears offered to read my palm. Once we had finished shaving it, she revealed to me the mysteries of the universe, which I cannot hope to make any of you understand at this time, but she also told me of my own future, which seems to involve a truckload of medical corsetry, a nearsighted archivist, and an experience that will leave me physically unharmed, but prone to horrific nightmares the remainder of my days...

[Evil Temptation]

Well in the spirit of BTMB....

First one to post a picture of an old man with no teeth holding a big fish will receive good karma... [img]wink.gif[/img]


(Read as: I miss him as well)