Searching for the mole within Giggler Gamma Rove proved fruitless. From the Information Department comes the following: The final scene containing the line "Ok, who brought the dog?" is a take from the movie Ghostbusters.
I’ve received word that the college fraternity which I started is being undermined from within. Who’s the mole? Who is the subvert trying to destroy my beloved conservative Republican Christian evangelical family values? In reality, I had asked for my subscribers to submit videos giving me just one or two lines of dialogue. My challenge was to take these audio/visual clips and integrate them into a video. This is the story that I produced. Hope you like it.
My apology to Windham for not being able to use his video submission. It was solely text and I couldn’t do much with that.
that crafty Lord is at it again
asking us to do what we don’t want to do
next time you hear a voice in your head telling you to do something you don’t want to do
e.g stick a baseball bat up your ass and run butt naked down the street looking for a horse to mount
yep!
it’s the lord talking to you
Yokeup -”No! God! I really don’t want to do that!”
Jesus - “STFU and strip! beeyotch!”
Watch him transform himself with his amazing disguises!MOO MiniCards — www.moo.com
Yep, a poem I wrote recently.
The reason Nature seems to test mankind
With cold and stone-hard stares, and unmoved mind,
Is just to make him see what’s plainly true:
He’s like an animal, nay, is one too.
You don’t believe me? Why then, let’s just think.
As man is born, so is the beast, then blink
Your eyes, and both have died, caught in some snare,
Or else disfigured far beyond repair
So soon thereafter breathe the final breath,
Dispatched to earth, the source of life and death.
So man has no advantage o’er his brother,
As wretched death claims one, he claims the other.
Did I say “wretched”? Actually, it’s worse.
The brilliant mind of man can seem a curse;
Illumination, yes, but searing heat,
So awestruck man performs a wondrous feat:
He stoops, then squints, and fumbles in the gloom,
So hastening through his misery his doom.
But animals, whose brains are dim, live thus:
They flit, they drink, they eat: no sordid fuss.
A man of reason can’t conceal his mirth:
Poor man is heaven-bound, yet beast to earth!?
Kind Nature’s given beasts to simple pleasures.
If only man would use his mind: it measures
Out every thing that he could ever need.
They are: to flit, to drink, to love, to feed.
This recognition of kind Nature’s goal
Produces gladness, elevates man’s soul;
The joy and pleasure transcend mortal frame:
This soaring spirit ills can never tame.
–Bryan A J Parry