It’s Howdy Doody time.

And she’s back in the game!

(Gallops onto stage with mop and cowboy hat) (Bad Boy Bubby of the executive set). Howdy y’all (tip of the hat) and wassup mutherfuckers (to the roughians in the back).

Apols for the satellite delay. I’ve been in a cult boy / gunslinger meltdown from which it took a fortnight to recover (the time it takes for one to fly over the cuckoo’s nest). Their collective psychosis was like 20 tonnes of water pressure on the tiny cabin of my mind. Ipso rectum: totally stressin’ me out, yo (to be said like damsel in distress, hip-hop hand to forehead).

You may be wondering, what does an extended foetal look like? Well, Barry. It’s a cocktail of broken-down autistic robot, primo PMT and the Six Million Dollar Man at 2am. In short: the kind of wild ride only Pamela Anderson is trained for (she’s got airbags, Barry).

I was exiting my confounded cocoon this morn, when Cult Boy happily told me that the world will END in September. Like, total bummer man (to be said like Keanu token-the Reeves).

CB and his fantastical followers will be okay (whistle phew), but all others will be smidged. Smited. Would you believe, smote? New Yorkers are the first to go (holds clipboard and looks apologetic) and after that (looks to assistant, inquiringly), shall we go with a clockwise decimation?

Now, apart from the obvious concerns (should I delay my tax return to October?) (will I ever see Gay Prince in the nudey?) (for all of us, baby), there’s this nougat nugget: this is Chump in Charge of the 5 Year Strategic Plan for the business. (Can I get an x-men?)

In fact, he’s spent months diligently planning the budget, drafting a prescient pitch and is due to present to the Board in … anyone? Bueller? That’s right Barry: Sep-tem-ber.

He is the Walrus. Cuckoo ca choo.

I wish to make tutu of irony, to dance with drivel in the pale moonlight (to be said in Russian accent) because something tells me this aint covered in his weekly 1:1 meetings with Schwarzenegger. I’ve seen his Q4 objectives and “end of days” is conspicuously absent.

The festy de résistance is that, come the Morose Month, Hymey starts working part-time. What’s he gonna do with the spare time, you hesitantly hask? My money’s on crazy old-man undies, a sign declaring ‘THE END IS NIGH’ and a clanging bell to signify the Ark is boarding.

About the wuc

I'm a chick living in Australia, working for the man. I hate office work with a passion usually reserved for James Cameron, but somehow I ended up with a career behind a desk, stapling my forehead at random intervals.

73 Responses to “It’s Howdy Doody time.”

  1. Hi!!! Your posts are like a whiff of fresh air. I’m so glad you somehow landed at my blog and even read something. AND EVEN “LIKED” IT!!!!

    Thast too much happiness for a day.. I sign out:-D

    Thanks alot and please drop by loquaciousscribbler often:-)

  2. Hhahaah

    I read one post and couldn’t stop reading. I know if a different post but if I ever have cleavage which I hope I won’t being a man I won’t drop a dry roasted soy bean down there. hahaha

    Stay Tooned In

  3. Another one bites the dust! (and apparently the rest of us will too in September)

  4. I’ll say this, you’re NEVER boring!

  5. OK i guess i’m gonna have to go thru your entire deal here and click like on most of them i’m sure. but i’m writing and can’t. so let this be an official across-the-board LIKE…pretty damn great writing kiddo…hope u got a book in u. continue…

    • Wuccles and cheese. An official across-the-board like is bodaciously awesome, yo. From a fellow curmudgeon, no less. I’d bow down, but I’m old ‘n’ crusty, and could stay frozen that way.

  6. You are making me laugh SO hard! Thank you!

  7. i am paying attention. And 3 bucks for the sandwich I just bought.

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