tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-243633232026-06-08T18:22:17.131+12:00Why must the Monkey subject poor Timmy to the horrors of his heterogeneous fluids? You’d think we’d have figured it out by now.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.comBlogger295125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-63466163333734010032026-06-04T10:00:00.000+12:002026-06-04T10:00:00.210+12:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRJ0C0gH4VapQsO67kx-oqZ3SR9miz1rA6hMunQPcTs5ukIEb7TWiJtRZyxUJUnYyw4NsMQydR0ASuVHyQWobpzFHyvrnxceDFPDJ_0iWrZS_DgUmcHQeUzot8aB2b-vp6Eky2sYLivogw-Dz8_GioFSaZt1UbJT0d0nij_nctp-_gIhqcAghrPQ/s1080/PointingGround01.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="“BACK TO THE DARKNESS, ABOMINATION! I ABJURE THEE!” As the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man sank into the ground for good, Marjorie marvelled at how much easier a good old-fashioned exorcism was than all that silly business with positron colliders and proton packs." border="0" height="auto" width="75%" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRJ0C0gH4VapQsO67kx-oqZ3SR9miz1rA6hMunQPcTs5ukIEb7TWiJtRZyxUJUnYyw4NsMQydR0ASuVHyQWobpzFHyvrnxceDFPDJ_0iWrZS_DgUmcHQeUzot8aB2b-vp6Eky2sYLivogw-Dz8_GioFSaZt1UbJT0d0nij_nctp-_gIhqcAghrPQ/s16000/PointingGround01.png" /></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-91335516161116979682026-06-02T10:00:00.000+12:002026-06-02T10:00:00.115+12:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4wNhTHRWyBcPN00g5xlmjPOqT8a-CRyfwJ6bKBgtLIgS_EXCqGml3g5w4jGukJKR1SS-X_aSH1Nx_WxQmK5DHY_spDlbFa5fG3EQkXiX0Sq9wakLgrkUibWU7kn4Wh9JUqSyx4_YwozLCL3i_hEehKWevCB_31cz2bRxU3qseoQfy8nivKlafEw/s1658/Monkey05.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="“A crown for a king!” The Little Dorking Amateur Dramatic Society’s production of Game of Thrones Season 1 received mixed reviews, but one thing was certain: having a chimp play Khal Drogo was SUPER racist." border="0" height="auto" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4wNhTHRWyBcPN00g5xlmjPOqT8a-CRyfwJ6bKBgtLIgS_EXCqGml3g5w4jGukJKR1SS-X_aSH1Nx_WxQmK5DHY_spDlbFa5fG3EQkXiX0Sq9wakLgrkUibWU7kn4Wh9JUqSyx4_YwozLCL3i_hEehKWevCB_31cz2bRxU3qseoQfy8nivKlafEw/s16000/Monkey05.png" width="95%" /></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-36688893082148281812026-05-28T10:00:00.000+12:002026-05-28T10:00:00.212+12:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyY47JuEy7YgGKPFrUEx-oeALresbQkxPg9dLiIipms6Mj2AqJRhPZlBuMkcYYf8yQjlEUL3_bDV6gffVDVFxe7fQH7-tH1jWL6oXQLbW4V0VTfxkXHGS_H63u4FETHAN_Umm3bskMtZ8OnO4HIo7Hics_C5IhD2ghk4_dPehwGdijUuNarQrQgw/s1080/ManInBed02.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="“I tell you, these little cakes are my heroin!” “I thought heroin was your heroin?” “No—heroin is my mescaline, mescaline is my ketamine and ketamine is Bertie’s embalming fluid.” “My what?” “Nothing, Bertie. Hush now.”" border="0" height="auto" width="75%" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyY47JuEy7YgGKPFrUEx-oeALresbQkxPg9dLiIipms6Mj2AqJRhPZlBuMkcYYf8yQjlEUL3_bDV6gffVDVFxe7fQH7-tH1jWL6oXQLbW4V0VTfxkXHGS_H63u4FETHAN_Umm3bskMtZ8OnO4HIo7Hics_C5IhD2ghk4_dPehwGdijUuNarQrQgw/s16000/ManInBed02.png" /></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-76558983381923843192026-05-26T10:00:00.000+12:002026-05-26T10:00:00.113+12:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiMtSZHjC5gl0xB2uAZgJG0Z3EKetDCxMS74JAol2N2jKFzJ917P4vu7TvZ6a_LZSz52ACLGTZInqq-WuJfSzbeIuYfdbFT89g2nKL0iYQmMmTILXVpGbe_i5Xsips3nC3p6BsaevRlh6uEAeDjPmmm_3qcWRAuDsvlZeS3DOo1YAb02zkjfbe9Q/s1695/GirlSofa01.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="“Yep—as a fucking doornail. ‘Cannot kill what does not live’ my arse.” Judith brought in a second serving of holy water tea, but there was no need—Higgins’ plan had worked perfectly, and Linda the Littlest Lich Queen was no more." border="0" height="auto" width="95%" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiMtSZHjC5gl0xB2uAZgJG0Z3EKetDCxMS74JAol2N2jKFzJ917P4vu7TvZ6a_LZSz52ACLGTZInqq-WuJfSzbeIuYfdbFT89g2nKL0iYQmMmTILXVpGbe_i5Xsips3nC3p6BsaevRlh6uEAeDjPmmm_3qcWRAuDsvlZeS3DOo1YAb02zkjfbe9Q/s16000/GirlSofa01.png" /></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-89446663787001528572026-05-21T18:07:08.672+12:002026-05-21T18:07:08.697+12:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXr27O-9zUS4Dr0oonq6Y5HHfYIXSlJDlh-qfKCCX_GKrhl5mKQIRv301drrTa6-0JHxFfDh9IurmD7nI43MSqaoBlW-vA3VKpfRcRx6L5iPxnJa42i7Qbg6J363gYXAqAB1AZ408kVsXx8xzyUaa3_f2_ljm0DS4ULxrp5xF282jZ9zIR41xVVw/s1080/ForeheadPalm02.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="“It’s amazing—when I put these glasses on, I can see secret messages in billboards and on TV!” “Doreen, you’re not wearing glasses.” “Well I’ll be. Schizophrenia, you sly mix—you’ve got me again!” All laugh; freeze frame; “Semi-Charmed Life” by Third Eye Blind plays over end credits" border="0" height="auto" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXr27O-9zUS4Dr0oonq6Y5HHfYIXSlJDlh-qfKCCX_GKrhl5mKQIRv301drrTa6-0JHxFfDh9IurmD7nI43MSqaoBlW-vA3VKpfRcRx6L5iPxnJa42i7Qbg6J363gYXAqAB1AZ408kVsXx8xzyUaa3_f2_ljm0DS4ULxrp5xF282jZ9zIR41xVVw/s16000/ForeheadPalm02.png" width="70%" /></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-80829882913539346802026-05-19T10:15:22.958+12:002026-05-19T10:15:22.958+12:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDleZtWbmFZ1Fi8JesyJJIlRgs95U6BEDmdPQru8089NzACLdN9lWZG86A07f8sLuIwrmjvH2feFta93tvjPfvJPiPml9TLcsaGnVPK7_7opp8alSJQoYJurhpvn-elrbjoGB20WY_KweJghDHBNb1Kf18HDhXvrsrCcexN6A885Y1zF8xOPgzOg/s1280/ChildrenCloset01.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="“Nope, just mountains of pornography in this one as well.” “Don’t worry—we’ll find Daddy’s insulin soon enough, I’m sure.” “Yes, it’ll be fine. He’s even stopped making those noises now.”" border="0" height="auto" width="95%" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDleZtWbmFZ1Fi8JesyJJIlRgs95U6BEDmdPQru8089NzACLdN9lWZG86A07f8sLuIwrmjvH2feFta93tvjPfvJPiPml9TLcsaGnVPK7_7opp8alSJQoYJurhpvn-elrbjoGB20WY_KweJghDHBNb1Kf18HDhXvrsrCcexN6A885Y1zF8xOPgzOg/s16000/ChildrenCloset01.png" /></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-41921495983584388452026-05-14T10:14:34.000+12:002026-05-14T18:11:55.984+12:00<div><img alt="A voice came from the other side of the room: “Ah, Rebecca—you’re awake. I expect you have many questions, so let me see if I can answer some of them. First of all, no, this is not a sex thing. It’s not. I’m a kidnapper; I’ve kidnapped you for ransom, not for sex reasons. Because this isn’t a sex thing. Yes, you are tied to a bed, and yes, beds are where sex occurs, but it’s just because I don’t want you to get away and the bed was the most convenient item of furniture to restrain you on. Similarly, while you are gagged, this is again for kidnapping reasons—preventing you from crying out and alerting people to your location—not for any sort of choking, asphyxiation fetish purposes. Perish the thought. “If you need the toilet at any stage, I’ll escort you to the bathroom—I don’t want you soiling the bed clothes. And if I did, it wouldn’t be some sort of sex thing, it’d be because I’m a callous kidnapper who cares not for your comfort. Not a sex thing. If I hear afterwards that people are saying this was a sex thing, I’ll know it’s because you lied to them and I’ll be very disappointed, because I feel I’ve been very clear on how much of a sex thing this isn’t. “Now, relax and try not to strain yourself—I’ll just be over here making a ransom note out of letters I’ve cut from a newspaper with a pair of plastic scissors. The plastic scissors are a sex thing.”" border="0" height="auto" width="95%" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO9fNAIqSgj4CUHWM_crC21fK22TxBtOraSMFEn027a4Plfjqi_rKOLcszxpn_0xyIiiwRvvNifdNjneLanR1SRrCwsQzqtEL5NAVW3EMldUFqilYa7UY0OBl0-10LIYjDw_fj5RyuPhc78Kx9oUPvRdkQd-dKdTerjUTJNihx0-NPMjaa9BwqeA/s16000/TiedUp_bed01.png"></div><div>If you're reading this on a phone, good luck I guess.</div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-17095071242384128482026-05-12T10:00:00.001+12:002026-05-12T10:00:09.645+12:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_1OrTcSfadxduHxXWrkLW_njgsPtMRmaGTD5kPkbN9mZtz6yu9Bo1cnG3sYDwt_5jFIh552bNJ-Euh-9tGg4EohlawFAPiDoDrwODmeN4-0iVu-QV91HjlDTIgQNY2sfpeZ05XYmqeC70wnEYgdh9DnPbndQc0wLryTJqHdkiCl1pwAWWbqsCjA/s1690/HuntersBoy02.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="As Col. Wilbur grabbed the Young Gentleman by the shoulders and pushed it away, its spine yielded disturbingly easily. It bent back, and further back, and further back, and began to wail—too late, his men realised their guns would not save them." border="0" height="auto" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_1OrTcSfadxduHxXWrkLW_njgsPtMRmaGTD5kPkbN9mZtz6yu9Bo1cnG3sYDwt_5jFIh552bNJ-Euh-9tGg4EohlawFAPiDoDrwODmeN4-0iVu-QV91HjlDTIgQNY2sfpeZ05XYmqeC70wnEYgdh9DnPbndQc0wLryTJqHdkiCl1pwAWWbqsCjA/s16000/HuntersBoy02.png" width="95%" /></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-5217681702250331202026-05-07T10:00:00.001+12:002026-05-07T10:00:00.120+12:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Qxj8GcOC6CTQfESGAFhxbR7aKcZiJZdFDBtkeswkzyOHH-G-fOgu4AahkJHdbsM9v1F1hkWxuVM8NJh-PcO6sz0iBk7m9leHW3E6gjmFTU0wjxKlTM-DLhPX0Xo6M7wWOBsAlE0aEpjo8cZds6Hj2gHI0f5GvL9xZ9hYdeMRaa8vkiS3tsJoxA/s1563/Asking03.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="&quot;...so say you'll be my Valentine/ And pray, don't think me oafish. In turn I'll be your concubine/ The Hootie to your Blowfish.&quot; &quot;Oh Bertie, that was wonderful - so iambic!&quot; &quot; And such current references!&quot; &quot;Well then you'll like my next one, girls - I call it I'd like to put my Portishead in your Luscious Jackson.&quot;" border="0" height="auto" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Qxj8GcOC6CTQfESGAFhxbR7aKcZiJZdFDBtkeswkzyOHH-G-fOgu4AahkJHdbsM9v1F1hkWxuVM8NJh-PcO6sz0iBk7m9leHW3E6gjmFTU0wjxKlTM-DLhPX0Xo6M7wWOBsAlE0aEpjo8cZds6Hj2gHI0f5GvL9xZ9hYdeMRaa8vkiS3tsJoxA/s16000/Asking03.png" width="95%" /></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-11341483151362771842026-05-05T10:00:00.002+12:002026-05-12T13:55:35.162+12:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJWjC2mGs7TU__OJEUaQx89v0fSDvLcWO1uvlyZOBbTAsqh2KV6xPapYqPCmJ4SGgfYzbrDL78pAxbrwAIB04jHZSgBLLOuFrlk6vFjXd60MVp_YW6JxyHomI-V01KQp3sYIZGvu1oI2oaPNmA70jbWpErumwq7meWaPag7igyMrOzuwHd-1exjQ/s1658/Monkey07.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="“Mm, yes, that’s some fairly severe constipation, if your stance is anything to go by. Don’t worry—this poultice will draw everything out.” “Out through my head, Doctor Chimp?” “Indeed. Gracie, fetch a bucket. And an umbrella.”" border="0" height="auto" width="95%" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJWjC2mGs7TU__OJEUaQx89v0fSDvLcWO1uvlyZOBbTAsqh2KV6xPapYqPCmJ4SGgfYzbrDL78pAxbrwAIB04jHZSgBLLOuFrlk6vFjXd60MVp_YW6JxyHomI-V01KQp3sYIZGvu1oI2oaPNmA70jbWpErumwq7meWaPag7igyMrOzuwHd-1exjQ/s16000/Monkey07.png" /></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-63481302010787139512026-04-30T17:32:00.007+12:002026-04-30T17:32:56.654+12:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOO9DNJdjHr1gry57DzSBzj6Fr5waIkV_ha3ADc_xtB46ATA8sRpS-lWlZVadN8lgw0Ojp3Cz6CdcZqTRgjNe9RLISWazuTinHwIQbx94rqGbTnHgl65zSoa8bYcC3E1OenEdMbQMigGvOX9UAmHcnSpbaKM_x9KJPo3lzRHnRNKXzp6ZUr_4IJQ/s1080/CatWakingGirl01.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="“Wait a minute - 'some of them try to rhyme but they can’t rhyme like this’ DOESN’T RHYME.” It had taken over thirty years, but Suki finally had Kris Kross’s number." border="0" height="auto" width="75%" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOO9DNJdjHr1gry57DzSBzj6Fr5waIkV_ha3ADc_xtB46ATA8sRpS-lWlZVadN8lgw0Ojp3Cz6CdcZqTRgjNe9RLISWazuTinHwIQbx94rqGbTnHgl65zSoa8bYcC3E1OenEdMbQMigGvOX9UAmHcnSpbaKM_x9KJPo3lzRHnRNKXzp6ZUr_4IJQ/s16000/CatWakingGirl01.png" /></a></div><br />&nbsp;<p></p>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-28369852842955009922026-04-28T09:54:00.001+12:002026-04-28T09:54:41.964+12:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNADVUPXMEqopGbTXmF294l1cSqVn0XrUb7o4wWrmcouZCDfHKa5DCZJU_B5TlIMeaO8AF4-hT_31VNcpzbbFYWjh56YgAEmgjSVA_zMJbQ6IWl3nwGFjnYvcZLrP_ck-kBeQGLJzIXhDXpuJfULdYk8yk-QAaa-F3wO4ncfkL_8opgeXK596XFQ/s1839/NotMyUncle01.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Although Agent Natalya’s stealth suit blended perfectly with the car’s upholstery, its effect was lessened by her constantly breaking concealment to eye fuck the ambassador’s daughter." border="0" height="auto" width="95%" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNADVUPXMEqopGbTXmF294l1cSqVn0XrUb7o4wWrmcouZCDfHKa5DCZJU_B5TlIMeaO8AF4-hT_31VNcpzbbFYWjh56YgAEmgjSVA_zMJbQ6IWl3nwGFjnYvcZLrP_ck-kBeQGLJzIXhDXpuJfULdYk8yk-QAaa-F3wO4ncfkL_8opgeXK596XFQ/s16000/NotMyUncle01.png" /></a></div><br />&nbsp;<p></p>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-66639626257493116452026-04-23T10:00:00.011+12:002026-04-23T10:00:00.114+12:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgArGSfhP0eJlw3nMfPcX0VADLEiKoVdRFqGxMh6QZj0nNjF10vlRYnxEFfeZmiFvz98nX6Qd1R49exIx9h_zANhPo4ahyphenhyphenkOpaZw2lxNrWNOk-wpDkygClyABMRtEC_mLQqo0VPvotPKqn3egMgE5jOcp40nR5GQ_cbROZ-z2LLWOLSq3QiX4UTlg/s1387/Lion03.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="“...just as long as they stay out of women’s bathrooms! Now, if you want to know who really runs the world…” *disapproving growl* Lucy the bigoted teen detective and her clue-sniffing lions fight crime in PRIDE AND PREJUDICE, streaming now." border="0" height="auto" width="95%" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgArGSfhP0eJlw3nMfPcX0VADLEiKoVdRFqGxMh6QZj0nNjF10vlRYnxEFfeZmiFvz98nX6Qd1R49exIx9h_zANhPo4ahyphenhyphenkOpaZw2lxNrWNOk-wpDkygClyABMRtEC_mLQqo0VPvotPKqn3egMgE5jOcp40nR5GQ_cbROZ-z2LLWOLSq3QiX4UTlg/s16000/Lion03.png" /></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-43105559529421943062026-04-21T10:00:00.016+12:002026-04-21T10:00:00.115+12:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUPBcoPehod-BgjtdIKFEQPyuNNl_T5zDYaNwtIfVRNoLdggy0AICsEH7dIvP1ad6pOw3p8JRvxCV3EyqswFrKWDbI-rNuXzR4v_0a5BWh6HQZomNHdAjK2intLgRZhsdLGRlCMjbOqqwC530N_gB3IJ5dDImsrQoJ5h88Hr5nd8M_3Uex2Xe-aQ/s1080/Handkerchief02.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="“So… nothing’s happening tonight after all?” “No, sorry - when I said there’s a party in my pants, I meant the Donner Party.”" border="0" height="auto" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUPBcoPehod-BgjtdIKFEQPyuNNl_T5zDYaNwtIfVRNoLdggy0AICsEH7dIvP1ad6pOw3p8JRvxCV3EyqswFrKWDbI-rNuXzR4v_0a5BWh6HQZomNHdAjK2intLgRZhsdLGRlCMjbOqqwC530N_gB3IJ5dDImsrQoJ5h88Hr5nd8M_3Uex2Xe-aQ/s16000/Handkerchief02.png" width="75%" /></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-16394487384889459802026-04-16T10:00:00.003+12:002026-04-16T10:00:00.124+12:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ1F1GRL4zm0WAB1gixLC5uvdZiwwke6NUWRJ8HMXB46JMIAB3DdDC25zEDx9WKvwJKlkFt40lbzfG9Ua32O7_ZKbBXwfay0txKF1yiW2EH-Gzi9nHRqgiBkyT8DrMOn8vrRgSjQTGS_erQmtGn8QmjO7AALmNzgUq25E6kQCrsdMk0OLdvZF_xQ/s1555/OldLady01.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="In the age when sweeps would pull a goose up the flue pipe to clean it out, Old Lady Maureen was the first to suggest swapping to small children. Alas, pulling a goose up a small child made an even bigger mess, so they just sent the kids into the chimneys instead." border="0" height="auto" width="95%" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ1F1GRL4zm0WAB1gixLC5uvdZiwwke6NUWRJ8HMXB46JMIAB3DdDC25zEDx9WKvwJKlkFt40lbzfG9Ua32O7_ZKbBXwfay0txKF1yiW2EH-Gzi9nHRqgiBkyT8DrMOn8vrRgSjQTGS_erQmtGn8QmjO7AALmNzgUq25E6kQCrsdMk0OLdvZF_xQ/s16000/OldLady01.png" /></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-738498854835585592026-04-14T10:00:00.001+12:002026-04-14T10:00:00.139+12:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg26KbobT_mCteVpbcQzOyeVmwBJfut-odpeR0dGVFFs2JXKxF2eZG1UynYrCPP9O5-djCKTMBllMpeg8AQ2ZHDLvvxcS01fGNfe5o-V579YXM-SO4h-j50dZOeb3Yr6QneRHyppHVHZRedcEaBVUV4W9xSl964HblPk5SUXunXmJnaEvyPQYswQQ/s1973/FairyRing02.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="“Here we go!” exclaimed Betsy. “Down a couple of these lovelies and you’ll be tripping so hard you’ll shit out your balls!” “Shit out my balls? Timmy inquired. “Does that mean shit will come out of my balls, or my balls will come out of my ass like shit?” Betsy stared into the distance and was silent for a long time before quietly answering “...yes.”" border="0" height="auto" width="95%" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg26KbobT_mCteVpbcQzOyeVmwBJfut-odpeR0dGVFFs2JXKxF2eZG1UynYrCPP9O5-djCKTMBllMpeg8AQ2ZHDLvvxcS01fGNfe5o-V579YXM-SO4h-j50dZOeb3Yr6QneRHyppHVHZRedcEaBVUV4W9xSl964HblPk5SUXunXmJnaEvyPQYswQQ/s16000/FairyRing02.png" /></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-89979343951384696242026-04-09T16:03:00.005+12:002026-04-09T16:04:02.479+12:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-KARUgrbKV1EDAjrhAg76JLXGTjQP-O-CbhWbKEngaQj5IR8lLjZaLQFYfkD1Jhql7UioYXv-VcTsMGgcEdOkmJlAGve8chH0kd62HQ3_HODh5ieM2Fg31m3VtX4REy2xc2CI6tvuI0SYxmdtvC5tx8NP7aSnv5QTTG8zlr1anYxow_zboq_xTw/s1080/ButlerCart01.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="'G’morning to ye, Jeeves! Go tell Master Lovecraft that I’ve brought a couple more o’ them Innsmouth sprats for his collection. Had ta dress’em as schoolchildren to get past the Law, but they’re plenty squamous, don’t you worry!'" border="0" height="auto" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-KARUgrbKV1EDAjrhAg76JLXGTjQP-O-CbhWbKEngaQj5IR8lLjZaLQFYfkD1Jhql7UioYXv-VcTsMGgcEdOkmJlAGve8chH0kd62HQ3_HODh5ieM2Fg31m3VtX4REy2xc2CI6tvuI0SYxmdtvC5tx8NP7aSnv5QTTG8zlr1anYxow_zboq_xTw/s16000/ButlerCart01.png" width="75%" /></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-17586441352714378502026-04-07T10:00:00.007+12:002026-04-07T10:00:00.111+12:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRj7vdtH3dwPXuQZ-TTkqhztZHdKDeFWGIUNmolEBCHkaW7Q2razYHFwb_3wdD0g_8z096fe7KRlwhMm0lq2gWuMlOj00KHgGmckg3vtj0qR4uouJygmF6zjdxBNAnVmc_KFo3oNu5RGavs_gApCcI90flgwz6ZTT0X3NTzUG-S1tJA2mw__Lt1g/s1121/Ghost03.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="'A g-g-g-ghost!' 'J-J-J-Joseph Stalin!' Scene from the pilot episode of Stalin &amp; Spook, Attorneys at Law. The show ran for fifteen seasons before being violently purged from all records." border="0" height="auto" width="95%" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRj7vdtH3dwPXuQZ-TTkqhztZHdKDeFWGIUNmolEBCHkaW7Q2razYHFwb_3wdD0g_8z096fe7KRlwhMm0lq2gWuMlOj00KHgGmckg3vtj0qR4uouJygmF6zjdxBNAnVmc_KFo3oNu5RGavs_gApCcI90flgwz6ZTT0X3NTzUG-S1tJA2mw__Lt1g/s16000/Ghost03.png" /></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-65308626238363114212026-04-02T10:00:00.002+13:002026-05-12T13:55:40.130+12:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxs7mo6NcZa154MkjLje9EFj0Kp_2Su-kHWkdhqV_kqqxsem7eJohz-rzHm8z6afp6UnVTVljfg8QEEiRlU6czA5BZNE4TsA2Kl3dpcKboCkjeJlKv9PoyX0HCIJVxuifeaJxL2PBVQ5lNJtnrO2QV_FI7kX0jhjSzh8FXulKVXMPg40iXn1f-sQ/s1658/Monkey06.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Not content with gluing Timmy’s knees together, the devious Professor Pongo now sought to affix his head to the back of his jacket. If she wasn’t careful, Gracie would end up with her hand stuck to the poor boy as well." border="0" height="auto" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxs7mo6NcZa154MkjLje9EFj0Kp_2Su-kHWkdhqV_kqqxsem7eJohz-rzHm8z6afp6UnVTVljfg8QEEiRlU6czA5BZNE4TsA2Kl3dpcKboCkjeJlKv9PoyX0HCIJVxuifeaJxL2PBVQ5lNJtnrO2QV_FI7kX0jhjSzh8FXulKVXMPg40iXn1f-sQ/s16000/Monkey06.png" width="95%" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p>It's a new month, which means a new Monkey. This is the law and the whole of the law.</p>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-30843409066847053642026-03-31T17:39:00.004+13:002026-03-31T17:45:50.407+13:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjct0-sQ1M4wAv7Gg_S2zmVaAuozBQnnwbN_XSLtwAENQUJcONh7cBZAjQp5qo6fDtU77ZR5d73T0pLgnMJTLBphV7lPBEFO3FvPzFw1cTr-UcXg52Q-vBDcAoOhRMUufNuDpmU7P2OFq5kR48YrsIBhDRviSXSGbol3ffwibG6XKswhvKvRldyiA/s1640/GirlLap02.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="'Why did you say that twice?' 'I didn't'" border="0" height="auto" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjct0-sQ1M4wAv7Gg_S2zmVaAuozBQnnwbN_XSLtwAENQUJcONh7cBZAjQp5qo6fDtU77ZR5d73T0pLgnMJTLBphV7lPBEFO3FvPzFw1cTr-UcXg52Q-vBDcAoOhRMUufNuDpmU7P2OFq5kR48YrsIBhDRviSXSGbol3ffwibG6XKswhvKvRldyiA/s16000/GirlLap02.png" width="95%" /></a></div><p>It's a reference to a 40-year-old film and it's a sequel to <a href="https://www.monkeyfluids.com/2007/05/obscure-pop-culture-reference-2.html">this one</a>. Yes, Josh, yes! Milk the past! Milk it like the world is ending!</p>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-51396959239414042922026-03-26T10:00:00.001+13:002026-03-26T10:00:00.122+13:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidodzF_-eyF9Vl72uc40jdDTRlaeKdgxUabeegMrznOzGjyFwravFSLgQSFWdrqVW-68wxa7KJdmBrmuloxWDpt99SfzbyEFM124yoPYJ1OHe7D3LhCXRx4-FsOeB8_99w6Q4zB35XrIsi2BgTFuIclJ7BEhR5Ok2ZJZd_N17QGmUGvcvpngX-2A/s1067/Window04.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="'Look, Mummy - the snow is easing! Maybe the harvest won't be ruined!' 'We're well past that point, Timmy. Back in the wicker man.'" border="0" width="75%" height="auto" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidodzF_-eyF9Vl72uc40jdDTRlaeKdgxUabeegMrznOzGjyFwravFSLgQSFWdrqVW-68wxa7KJdmBrmuloxWDpt99SfzbyEFM124yoPYJ1OHe7D3LhCXRx4-FsOeB8_99w6Q4zB35XrIsi2BgTFuIclJ7BEhR5Ok2ZJZd_N17QGmUGvcvpngX-2A/s16000/Window04.png" /></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-48082531561912722142026-03-24T10:00:00.001+13:002026-03-24T10:00:00.124+13:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSg_SpmR7d-SlP651aMrEaTeH9E2TsvOXYQWHvJ2LrNLA0nNQharKae1NQllVRAGPXaF7mx7tkDg7LP9Q2O8Irs_1cLvyLZVKKeYXHrM-Zv3-ANlr_FgVL80acLtWFmBLvUDGL7EWVDohorpfLA-nPQD5Mbx1OXtGHzYcm4bdfjPsMW2D23fu2Bw/s1405/HorseBird01.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="'...so the game was 'Would You Rather be a man with a horse dick or a horse with a man dick?' One thing lead to another; Buddhist suicide pact; and now I can definitively state that Dave was right. How about you?' *tweet*" border="0" height="auto" width="90%" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSg_SpmR7d-SlP651aMrEaTeH9E2TsvOXYQWHvJ2LrNLA0nNQharKae1NQllVRAGPXaF7mx7tkDg7LP9Q2O8Irs_1cLvyLZVKKeYXHrM-Zv3-ANlr_FgVL80acLtWFmBLvUDGL7EWVDohorpfLA-nPQD5Mbx1OXtGHzYcm4bdfjPsMW2D23fu2Bw/s16000/HorseBird01.png" /></a></div><br />&nbsp;<p></p>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-32740364065535112242026-03-19T10:00:00.001+13:002026-03-19T10:00:00.118+13:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7P_KLrvHBK0qxotqiEflQdNG_x1CCt0tkirs6Q0Z3Nn3Kd0aDaovKa5IbENx9OF0Y9XBO7vuWqgETAuegoBlfiCPV8bFhxFG_F6Vp7Em3SaOsbL7le0udsc44g__e8v_id_SRyzC7w095jfCulmYfJmfaWojGeP7kd43AJ4fx0K-7lvoj-G_CQQ/s1080/GirlsKickedOut01.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="'I'm telling you—decimate means to reduce by one tenth!' 'It's in the word! Like decimal!' 'Yeah, yeah. It's off to Pedant Quarantine for youse two. Don't worry—we'll keep you there for exactly forty days.' Agatha sniggered. Fucking pedants." border="0" height="auto" width="75%" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7P_KLrvHBK0qxotqiEflQdNG_x1CCt0tkirs6Q0Z3Nn3Kd0aDaovKa5IbENx9OF0Y9XBO7vuWqgETAuegoBlfiCPV8bFhxFG_F6Vp7Em3SaOsbL7le0udsc44g__e8v_id_SRyzC7w095jfCulmYfJmfaWojGeP7kd43AJ4fx0K-7lvoj-G_CQQ/s16000/GirlsKickedOut01.png" /></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24363323.post-82770514213873078152026-03-17T10:00:00.002+13:002026-03-17T10:00:00.115+13:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipzw069qyl4hJg5mWGtNhAxcr_jVmSvQk7jR-mRs9aFrnXUr4InWrXis2PK2ba93jJjZ7vaLlbCTiNNdUVyS_N4sJJctVfo9aLCn6KUAZHIQs_PEk9FNzxTtjEKsnOgXmNnVg5Wx1mBlNb0RKAQ4MqWa0NDlcP7nPKJfvcfG8Q-_qAdZZsHM94Gg/s1590/HuntersBoy01.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="The men thought they had Timmy dead to rights, but they had reckoned without The Professor’s modifications. 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'It could just be your diet, Gran - did you switch to grainy bread like I suggested?' 'Yes, and the only difference is that I now do grainy shits.' 'But the extra fibre! Think of all those B vitamins!' 'My farts. Have shrapnel.'" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh0JrTphEb4mHkXgMjHhfwsl3yW3Hrg4oNwDWDinakun3ypgZ6x0wQCth2cWL2W4JiwBA8ZlNsosQpQXpad5PbJTWEvjN2l6GJDu0KCH6r_8hypAUXAHCOeNeqXv8RK_M2aleZcJdKCHGNyERJWQIhDQusNE63civwX19H6-WwMEGXOwosjJ3pjQ/s16000/Fainting201.png" width="75%" height="auto"/></a></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12428777233351272669noreply@blogger.com0