WauloK’s BangRocks Blog

When Sienna was going to a party last year I went to the local Crazy Clarks store to find a toy for a present.

I found this truck (didn’t buy it) but took some photos of the .. er.. interesting.. box printing.

The panoramic shot isn’t lined up, but you get the idea anyway…

“You have never seen or controlled such an attractive truck”

“This truck not only has the sports performance to which other follows

 are not permittedbut also has a dynamic potential.”

“It is exactly all ultimate city truck”.

“That look and fell like the real theing”

“To insure a liken new appearance in definitely”

Go to www.google.com

Type in :

find chuck norris

hit the “I’m feeling lucky” button…

Google really have a great sense of humour

Dog Judo

‘Nuff said.

The sketch opens with Zippy peeling a banana…

Zippy: “One skin, two skin, three skin, four…. ”

George: “Zippy, where is Bungle?”

Zippy: “I think Geoffrey is trying to get him up”

We see a view of the door and hear Bungle moaning from behind it.

Bungle: “Geoffrey, I can’t get it in”

Geoffrey: “You managed it last night”

Bungle: “I know, let’s try it round the other way around. Ooooooh, I’ve got it in”

Bungle and Geoffrey enter the studio with Bungle carrying a hammer and peg kit

Bungle: “Would you stick this on the shelf, George”

George: “I can’t reach, you’ll have to stick it up yourself,

Geoffrey (to camera) ” Hello everyone, today we are talking about playing”

Bungle: “Playing with each other, Geoffrey?”

Geoffrey: “Yes Bungle, do you have a special friend that you like to play with?”

George: “Yesterday we played with our balls.

Are we going to play with our friend’s balls today?”

Bungle: “Yes, and we can play with our twangers as well.”

Geoffrey (to camera): Have you seen Bungles twanger?

Zippy: “Oh I have, I showed him how to pluck with it.”

Bungle: “It’s my plucking instrument.”

Geoffrey asks the audience if they can pluck like Bungle

Zippy: “I can, I’m the best plucker here.”

George: “And I’m good at banging. My peg’s hard isn’t it Zippy?”

Zippy: “Well of course it is, Your peg wouldn’t go in if it was soft.”

Geoffrey: “Let’s get back to Bungle’s twanger.”

Bungle (excited): “Oooooh Geoffrey, we could all paint our twangers couldn’t we?”

George: “Let’s sing that plucking song.”

Bungle: “Rod and Roger can get their instruments out and Jane has got two lovely Maracas.”

Singers Rod, Roger and Jane enter.

Rod: “We could hear you all banging away.”

Roger: “Banging can be fun.”

Jane: “Ooooh yes, and I was banging away all last night with Rod and Roger.”

Roger (looking sad): “Yes, but it broke my plucking instrument.”

Geoffrey: “Never mind Roger, let sing the plucking song, come on

everybody get your instruments out.”

Rod (to Jane): “Do you want to blow on my pipe while I’m twanging away?”

Jane: “Oh no Rod, I was blowing a lot with Roger last night. But would you

like to play with my maracas?”

Zippy: “No, let’s just pluck away with our twangers.”

Bungle: “Yes, it doesn’t matter what size your twanger is.”

Zippy: “I’ve got a big red one.”

George: “I’ve only got a tiny twanger. But it works well and I like to play with it.”

Geoffrey (to viewers): “Well, have you got your twangers out? And remember,

you can bounce your balls at the same time. If you haven’t got any balls,

ask a friend if you can play with his. Now, let’s all sing the plucking song.”

Everyone in studio: “Pluck, pluck, pluck away, we’re going to pluck all day today.”

“Pluck, pluck, pluck away, we’re going to pluck all day.”

Geoffrey (to viewers): ” It’s time for us all to go now, but don’t forget ….

to get your twangers out and play with your balls.” “See you soon. Bye.”

“Can I has cheeseburger?” the cat whined plaintively. It’s voice was an electronic squeal that grated on Jim’s nerves. Jim swatted the cat on the butt and pushed it off of the desk.

“No.”

“Plz?” it mewled up at him, eyes unblinking. Jim shook his head.

“I said no.”

“OMG.” the cat yowled. Jim threw up his hands and tried to focus on his work. Schematics for cybernetic voice-boxes filled the screen of his laptop. EMP hardened as most things were these days. No help there. There had to be-

“ROFL!” a cat screeched, rolling onto its back on the desk, swiping at him.

“Shut up!” Jim shoved it to the floor.

“Happy cat is out of happy.” another cat burbled, laying flat on the floor behind his chair.

He glanced at it and went back to work, muttering, “Happy cat is out of happy because happy cat snorts catnip like it was going out of style. Happy cat needs to knock that shit off before happy cat burns out his teeny-tiny brain.”

“Plz can I has cheeseburger?” the first cat purred, leaping into his lap and rubbing its head against his arm.

“No, no, no! A hundred times no!” Jim banged his head against his desk. “Just shut up!”

“I has bucket!” a third cat yowled from the top of a bookcase. Jim whirled.

“Get out of that flower pot!”

“I can fix it.” a fourth cat mumbled, fumbling at Jim’s laptop. Jim turned back and swatted it away from him. His computer screen hiccuped.

“Don’t touch that!”

“Cheeseburger!”

“No! No cheeseburger!” Jim buried his face in his hands. “No damn cheeseburger.”

It had seemed like such a good idea. People loved cats. People loved those stupid pictures. Just a slight cybernetic modification to the animal’s larynx and bam! Talking cats. Everybody who was anybody wanted one. For about ten minutes. Then nobody did. The fad ended and he was left holding the bag.

“OMG lurve you.” the cat on his lap grumbled. Jim sighed and stroked it.

“Thank you.”

“Can I has cheeseburger now?”

“AUGH!”

It wasn’t the talking that bothered people really.

It was the fact you couldn’t get the damn things to shut up.