GO AHEAD! GO BACK TO
THAT BOHEMIAN'S HOMEPAGE! WE'LL BE WATCHING YOU!
BITS
FROM THE BIGGER LOAD PILE
March
10,
2025
Basho's Summer Cottage Seen Floating Above
Loserville
Job Training
Dismissed As "Dumb" Emetic
Derrick, Assistant Secretary for
Regional
Dys-Employment and
Losers, Department of
Boredom, discussed job
un-training Wednesday. "If nobody is
capable of working, we will have more losers to blame for our
mistakes."
No argument possible there! Not that we go in for that sort of stuff...
Oh Look! There goes
Bingo to the left!
(Investigation is now pending but not to be expected).
Good
President Basho Congratulates
Kitten For
Scaling Tall Red Curtains To Moon
President
Basho Rictus Threepins on Wednesday said, "...Most of all,
the
people
love kittens and lots of them. Kittens is cute.
Welcome
to the cute kittens.
Hello! Is there any of them cute kittens around here? Oh, look!
They're up there on the red curtains! Ha Ha Ha!"
President
Eats A Big Sandwich
and Takes a Long Nap
President
Basho Turgid Threepins
on Wednesday
ate a three-foot sub
from a local deli. Clown Ranch insiders said
that it appeared to be tuna, but it might have been chicken. A further cursory investigation is
pending but not really expected. Meanwhile, the President seemed saddened by the story
of a big fire somewhere. So he took a nap. "The President is often fatigued
by his efforts to care," said Democratic Senator Hump, as he plumped Basho's
pillow, embroidered with scenes from "Passion Of Christ."
Press Barricade Scooter
T. Yurtmat was
quizzical Tuesday at the exact nature of the press, which he had thought was a
rough sort
of whiskey-making device used by nomads.
"Oh, I sure got
that one wrong," the swinish Scooter said as he headed for the Poverty
Dumping Grounds out behind the Poppy Garden.
THERE IS SO LITTLE TO BE SEEN
DON'T BE CAUGHT SEEING IT!!!!
TALKISCHEAPBUTYOU'RECHEAPERYET
President Participates in
A
Dull Meandering
Conversation
with A Corporate Lion
President
Basho Hardehar Threepins
on Wednesday spoke
to a corporate lion which had wandered onto the patio of the Clown Ranch from a nearby
Protest Containment Crate. "I must admit that the discussion was
unusually dull, " said the President," although he did have several good
points as to the viability of a flying pair of pants which might
revolutionize urban transportation in the 20st
century, if and when we get there.".
CLICK ON BOX ABOVE AND HAVE A DRINK
Not enough room for all the loose lies here, so we have opened up a warehouse just south of the Beltway
(near the Corpse Dump and Education Dismantlement arena). All files have been
efficiently microminiaturized using a fsith-based program, and stored on wax paper tongue models with little pins stuck
in to represent the taste buds. Democratic Senator Misling and Mildly
Independent Congressman Spuz have
agreed to let YOU (the people) pay for the upkeep and eventual disposal of the files. Have a
nice day and remember "He who is to be truly free must be truly ignorant."
We didn't make up the rules... Get used to it. We have.
Hey! Bingo's just eaten all the
Pompadour of East Indignato's lemon-flavored toupee. Bad Bingo! Off to Guantanamo with
you!
TONIGHT
ON "THE WORST WING": President
Basho Mordor Threepins watches
a child burning in a car wreck and states that this is as good a symbol
of liberal hypocrisy that he has seen since he saw a pony with its leg
caught in a drain ditch. Others disagree and vanish. Nobody's talking...
The showgirl turned out to be former Secretary of Sclerotic Deportment,
Crowbot Flannelton-Pissard Thrushmince. What a hoot! Who said brutal
real politiks couldn't be fun! Seems the hapless duo found
themselves caught in a Parisian lift together and thought it would
be best to pretend she was a showgirl! Who knows why? Still, much
fun was had by all, until an innocent bystander was shot, and the
President had to take a nap: in a fountain! Sacre bleu, etc.
WHERE
THE HELL ARE MY PANTS!!!
MISTAKES
HAPPEN BUT NOT ON OUR WATCH!!!
The
Near Distance Vanishes Into A Hat Box
Emetic
Divot,
Assistant Secretary for
Xtreme Pustular Redeployment and
Lower
Straining, Department of
Babarians, discussed
the role of losers in a liquid corporate cosmos-plex Wednesday
at the
Untoward Advances Society . Read the full transcript.
No word as of
yet on the details of this tactical senescence, but you can be assured
nobody is actively looking into it, and will not issue a report any
time soon. And you're welcome...
Bingo is a pretty dog. Yes Bingo is. Hello Bingo. Now where's
the leader's white socks, you bad boy?
LET'S CATCH EELAS IN THE SOCIAL
NET
PLAN
The
President is committed.
The President is keeping. The President is promising to keep and will
keep. The President is nearing keeping and will continue to promise to
keep keeping. The President is continuing. The President is always strengthening his keeping as he is promising to keep his strength. The
President is committed to promising to keep his promises. Promise.
This way we can track them from town to town and make sure they
don't bother any of the better people. So look out! Don't think we
don't know who you are... The Department of Loser Search & Destroy
is funded by the sale of odd body parts. That's just the facts of the
matter. Go blame it on the Latvians for all we care. Just who ARE you
looking at?
Trip to
Larine
The President walked across the
Offal Office to greet Mrs.
Threepins as she
walked in from the hall, where she had been walking with a very dear friend of
the President, who was walking over to have a walk with the vice Uber
Chick.
No, it really is. Just ask. Just don't ask me.
USELESS LIZARD OF ADORATION DIES!
Secretary of
the Ultra- Primitive Piracy Compoit, Junko Snowboare
talks with
his mirror image until he falls fast asleep in
the loving arms of his day-nurse, Vitar
Homegrown, once a famous male stripper in his
home country, Ulterior. An investigation is
pending (but not expected).
GOOD DAY...
HELLO BINGO!!!!!
INFINITE JUSTICE
EVENTS CALENDAR
Dec 12
Following the annual
hysterical collapse of the symbolic "Bucket of Loved Ones," contra-municipal dump trucks (recently feted as heroes of the moment in
Newark Conglob 4) will still decline to abandon the smoking pyramids of sports jackets
with matching pants in the modern underground shopping abattoir. Deer hunters with
shapely ankles swill collect fetal blood samples and distribute hand-tatted identification
gowns to the detainees in the Organ Retrieval Stadium. This will be a free event, but do remember to bring along rubber sheets and
a gentle manner to fully enjoy the happenings in the white tents still
burning out behind the high school/brothel/slaughterhouse/pub/bowling alley.
ICBM
Jan 4
An old
Country-style hotel/penitentiary will be erected overnight in the local
high-security strip mall near the Albino Pizza Pit. Cute haute couture accessories
(e.g. luxurious post-revolutionary pancake stacks, mini-bar bonfire masks and
deep-profile starlet massacres in shopping carts for Dad, while Mom sleeps
strife-free in a Saudi mum-bag) shall be provided on a "first
injured-first served" basis. And the kids will not be forgotten: FatTV's
very own Captain Crap and several heavily-armed drug czar torpedoes will
guard them around the clock, and provide whiskey as required. No windows! No
walls! Regular hangings in the Argyle Plaza. Bring plenty of
quarters!
BYOB
Mar 2
The Blood Angels
Fighter Planes will lovingly circle a cadre of crying women inside a recently
boarded-up restaurant, as a omnibus-load of colorful festival phones is liberated
in the smog storm back of the new Monkey-God Hotel and Army Command. Also
(barring a last minute government-pattern baldness) a softball in a red
plastic bag shall be affectionately searched for by hair salon employees
armed with photos of missing children. Don't be late, or you will be
dressed-down by a farm-cooperative official. The long-delayed agri-tainment
complex will unfold in real time. Please wear protective underarm shields.
RSVP
Aug 14
Toward
evening, a market implosion will illuminate the usual evening shit storm, so
thinking shall be suspended until all the children return to their little
yellow "quiet holes" left of the Martyred Punk Carousel. The
long-term recovery system will be too excited to operate small machinery, so
lawmakers will be obliged to change their own shirts in front of a shrinking
mirror. Everyone should be wearing sporty subsidy caps against the very real
potential of a diseased llama rancher appearing in a faux-Parisian cafe.
"Developments As They Develop" is the theme of tonight's symposium,
and - directly following - sperms counts and drug scans will be processed in
the Grand Hall of One-Off Toys and Shoes. Leave Grandma at home!
I812
Palotin
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