And That's How I Rescued Diesel (Bring on the Ewoks!)
Predator Press
[LOBO]
I must admit, I expected the triumphant and long-awaited return of Predator Press to Humor-Blogs to look as pictured left.
Which may indeed occur -I'm mean it's entirely possible that Diesel has hidden the crowds and fireworks in his office.
But currently, it looks like this:
"Where's Diesel?" I demand firmly.
"Well, he ain't here," says Ed Harris, kicking me in the ribs even more firmly. "What do you want from him?"
[blonde on lobby television: "It's the monster!"]
"Well for starters," I wheeze, "I want you to stop kicking me."
"No dice," says Ed, pulling a note out of his pocket. Holding it in front of my swelling face, he reads it aloud:
[blonde on lobby television: "I had better put on my stiletto heels so I can escape it down the middle of the highway!"]
"But I'm trying to save Humor-Blogs!" I protest. "Hey, you work for Thomas Kinkade now, don't you?
"Mr. Kinkade has asked me not to respond to questions. Now would you roll over please? These ribs are all broken, and this side is too soft and spongy already."
[blonde on lobby television: click click click click POK "Dammit! I broke a heel! ...]
"Think about it Ed," I says, turning onto my stomach. "You don't want to work for -oof!- some artist that looks suspiciously like -ughn!- Eddie Izzard! This revolution could usher in a whole new era of comedy. Just look at this spiff new banner I made by ripping off Don Lewis!"
"Would you mind moving over by the couch?", says Ed. "My foot is getting tired."
[blonde on lobby television: ... click pok click pok POK "Dammit!"]
Next Episode:
D HUNDRED
Speedcat Hollydale is my bodyguard.
[LOBO]
I must admit, I expected the triumphant and long-awaited return of Predator Press to Humor-Blogs to look as pictured left.
Which may indeed occur -I'm mean it's entirely possible that Diesel has hidden the crowds and fireworks in his office.
But currently, it looks like this:
"Where's Diesel?" I demand firmly.
"Well, he ain't here," says Ed Harris, kicking me in the ribs even more firmly. "What do you want from him?"
[blonde on lobby television: "It's the monster!"]
"Well for starters," I wheeze, "I want you to stop kicking me."
"No dice," says Ed, pulling a note out of his pocket. Holding it in front of my swelling face, he reads it aloud:
[blonde on lobby television: "I had better put on my stiletto heels so I can escape it down the middle of the highway!"]
"But I'm trying to save Humor-Blogs!" I protest. "Hey, you work for Thomas Kinkade now, don't you?
"Mr. Kinkade has asked me not to respond to questions. Now would you roll over please? These ribs are all broken, and this side is too soft and spongy already."
[blonde on lobby television: click click click click POK "Dammit! I broke a heel! ...]
"Think about it Ed," I says, turning onto my stomach. "You don't want to work for -oof!- some artist that looks suspiciously like -ughn!- Eddie Izzard! This revolution could usher in a whole new era of comedy. Just look at this spiff new banner I made by ripping off Don Lewis!"
[blonde on lobby television: ... click pok click pok POK "Dammit!"]
Comments
Genius banner - I am taking one with me to fly behind my KWA corporate jet, and another to fly at 0007 Undercover Hollydale 2.
Cheers, Mate
El Diablo Los Hollydalias (master karate man) - orange belt
I refuse to be associated with it in any way. I'm going with my new motto: It's all LOBO's fault.
Why is it so dark in here now? And is this a torch, or is it your penis?