Well, it turns out that Mr. Trenton Babbage wasn’t satisfied with the three choices of psychedelic piggy I sent him for his mysterious upcoming blog post… and he wanted me to turn it into an animation where we get to fly up the pig’s snout.
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You’ve really pulled it out of the bag sir Arthur! I best get these posts written sharpish!
sharpishly
Wow. I love how MR TB’s mind works. It is a twisted filth-fest, certainly.
I am just sad that the blog moved away from the more ‘me-oriented’ beginnings.
I see it is something of a tribute to your fine self. Perhaps Mr TB could be convinced to return to that vein…
Only if you can help me find a pig/heroin/vein gag!
That’s a big ask. Only one man could come up with such a gag – TONY SLATTERY!
He bloody could couldn’t he! Oh Tony where art thou!?!?!?
He is THE man for the job!! Oh God I shall see if he is on Twitter…
Fine plan! Stalk him mercilessly until he gives in and puts his mind to it! And say hi from me 🙂
Shit. Not on Twitter. I will have to find out where he lives and go round his house.
Idiot! Though I do admire him…I can only assume he lives in London town, shouldn’t be too hard to track him down.
Actually he lives in Swaffham. See, tracking him down already. Not in a creepy way, obviously.
“It was out of love” said the court transcript…
The ball is in your court transcript…
living in Swaffham seems a little creepy to me…
you can visit him together… sigh…
uh oh
I invented that stalking thing…
There is never just one man for a job
Oh Art, where tony thou?
I feel a little like gagging myself…
our humor is in that vein right there…
Asking would only make me look self-centered… oh man… I crack me up…
A rendition of the “psychedelic swine flu” from the source.
They don’t write songs like that anymore…