BUUUwaaahahahahahaha !!!!
The inept and innocent Mr. Bingley is taking the Bunny on a culturalizing tour of the Big Apple, leaving Crusader and myself
unrestrained and unsupervised. Oh GIRD YOUR LOINS, Townspeople….
Fun | tree hugging sister | 
March 29, 2005 9:06 am
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Where’s my torch? 😉
Gird my loins, baby…
Oop. Did I say that out loud?
Had you loins, Mr. Summers, the Bride might consider it…..
Lisa can get the torch; I’ll get the pitchfork.
Make your pitiable noises, little people! Murmur your miserable mortal mewlings whilst you still can…..
“Miserable mortal mewlings” would be a good name for a blog. Or a rock band.
Your clever faux bluster does you little credit, oh barrister of the burg, and does not distract us from the rampage to come. If blog or band had the temerity to usurp our incredible alliterations, they shalt then be crushed into submission and dust under our grinding heel.
(I shall throw in an eeville ‘buuuwhahahaha‘ for emphasis.)
I can so do a perfect Vincent Price evil laugh. One of the few things my father taught me.
Dave – My personal favorite non-existent band name is “The Lobsters of Revenge.” (Just to bring this back on topic, they do a great punk cover of “Putting on the Ritz.”)
Nightfly, one of my colleagues among the staff of the Florida House of Representatives was the bassist for a band the ultimate name of which I forget, but could have become “Diminished Expectations.” At some moment of down time, we brainstormed band names: I remember him mentioning what might have been an actual band called Hitler Stole My Potato. And then, there was the band name conjured from a post by Ken Summers, I believe, which was Giant Ants In Vermont.
Geesh, I take half a day off and I need to call out the hounds!