Toadfish Monastery

Hegge-nogge -- it's not just fer breakfast ennymore.

I can't say anything that hasn't been said already; I'll add my year-end, year-beginning greetings as well.

The Monastery is a fine place and I'm glad I was invited here.

Arrrgh!  Be sure ter'ave some weevil biskits on thee soide!

Serapeum

Here's the second of Three Fun Posts today to counteract the limbaugh one I made earlier. Truth Surge has a new song parody, and it's so darn cheerful it's a new favorite.   

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Looked up this soulful old one as a companion piece.
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Heck, let's have a TruthSurge trilogy...
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Two down, one friendly post yet to go...

*looks around sadly at thee dis-stinct lacke ov 'olidaye cheare, loike*

*suggests convertin thee barre hinto one ov these fer thee season*

*pours out a hassortment ov festive, multi-culchuralled seasonal drinks*

 

This passed  my browser today.  Rush is reacting to this.

If only I had paid more attention to El Rushbo I would have been a better citizen in my young, Liberal adulthood.    


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Chapter Seventy-4a

Without question, it was the finest pergola this side of the pond. Its shiny new timbers encrusted with bejeweled crustaceans spread above its pillars like dirty and pungent raspberry flavoured pieces of candy floss. The effect of compulsory striped awnings enhanced the general impression that everyone was happy; however, rumors spread claiming that on the occasion of the feast of St. Ecclescake the Grumptous of Little Weekirk in Ayrshire, no less than thirty refuse collectors came down the Hill mounted on constipated ponies with platted and plaited tails that smelled, shouting: "Ahoy there!". Talking tails tell no lies except big ones about bejeweled Indian maharajahs and crustaceans in swimsuits. The pergola became the latest problem on the list of duties Emilio had pinned to the back of the chapel -- like Wittenberg --

and Child

petite rosbif     

Nice snow creatures, opsa.

Warm enough to melt snow today -- yays.
Supposedly into the 40s tomorrow!  Break out the shorts and tank tops!

...don't eat the mushrooms, man...

^ put a note sum ware on thee package that we sais, "hey Roland, how thee heck arrrgh ye?"

Chapter Seventy-4a

Without question, it was the finest pergola this side of the pond. Its shiny new timbers encrusted with bejeweled crustaceans spread above its pillars like dirty and pungent raspberry flavoured pieces of candy floss. The effect of compulsory striped awnings enhanced the general impression that everyone was happy; however, rumors spread claiming that on the occasion of the feast of St. Ecclescake the Grumptous of Little Weekirk in Ayrshire, no less than thirty

euphemism