January 10, 2004

Look after your innards with the help of Captain Colon. Ewww.
posted by the quidnunc kid 20 years ago
  • That's so fantastic, I almost can't believe its actually real.
  • *belch* In digestion is our future.
  • Dare I guess "via Last night's rerun of have I got news for you", or is it just a coincidence?
  • I just played to see what happened when that big bloaty thing exploded. But it never did. I felt hollow inside.
  • Um, not sure if this is the same thing as the original link is a 404, but here's some distrubing sketches of Captain Colon.
  • Quid: Do you ever drink down the Coach and Horses? I only ask coz you're a bit Brit, and a bit charming in an alcoholic way. Your business, not mine. I'll shut up.
  • (He's actually not a Brit, just lives there.)
  • (well dammit, close enough: but does he drink at the Coach?)
  • (I've had a drink with him near the Coach and Horses, but I've never actually seen him inside... Why do you ask, bobboggis?)
  • Quid: Do you ever drink down the Coach and Horses? Yes, if you're talking about the one on Acre Lane.
  • Now it's my turn to ask: are you related to Enrico?
  • And are you going to have a drink with me, or what?
  • No, talking about the one in Soho. Yes, he's my grandad. Yes, of course I'll have have a drink with you.
  • 1. Oh, OK, have been to that one too on occasion. 2. Heh, that is too cool! 3. That too is too cool, I like a beer and a chat. E-mail's in profile.
  • *seethes*
  • I had a beer or five with Abiezer_Coppe on Wednesday, too.
  • *seeeeeeeeeeeeeeethes*
  • coach horses "acre lane"
  • dammit -- slipped from the google page to posting here. Ignore me, everyone.
  • It's an S&M club.
  • *whpsshhh!*
  • bobboggis' grandpa! OK, so why are all the interesting people over there *gestures Europeward* and I'm over here?? Do NOT answer that.
  • It's becau- . . oh.
  • Why are the British so witty? And how can I be a Benny Hill extra?
  • You could go dance on his grave in a skimpy costume.
  • Here, put this on. *puts together saxophone*
  • Why don't we US monkeys just give it up and move to Europe? We can start a monkey colony there or something.
  • Please do. They're not doing much with Luxembourg these days, perhaps the People's Republic of Monkeyfilter (or is that the Monkeys' Republic of Peoplefilter) can begin there. Honestly, Euorope can pass a law to get you here. Go on, come over, you know you want to.
  • What's your address BobBoggis? I've got my sleeping bag and my pop tarts. Be there next week.
  • E-mail in profile, old girl. The Revolution begins here. With pop tarts (as John Lennon said). See you soon.
  • I really don't think John Lennon mentioned anything about Pop Tarts.
  • Well, he talked about revolutions a lot, and there's "no revolution without pop tarts" (Lenin)
  • All this talk of pop tarts reminds me of a certain user who spectacularly flamed out.
  • heavy water under the bridge another monkey comes apart another monkey will not stay another monkey climbs into a miff and gallumphs far away I have never tasted a pop tart. And don't plan to.
  • I think you're thinking of Karl Marx. He had a penchant for s'mores Pop Tarts.
  • Isn't Britney a pop tart?
  • since I don't watch TV she's just a misspelt name to me
  • Underpants, that them thar "pop tart" monicker needs to go into common usage.
  • Woah, more toaster posted fun.
  • I wrote a song called Pop Tart with Britney Spears in mind a while back. It would be fucking huge. Cause I'm a Pop. Tart. Watch me as I play my part Pop. Tart. It's not the time or place for art etc, etc. It basically wrote itself.
  • Watch me as I play my part with myself Works better that way. Plus the video will be like top ten in no time.
  • OK, I've got that stuck in my head now, bernockle. I'm a Pop. Tart. Watch out 'cause my filling's hot. Pop. Tart. Watch out 'cause I'll break your heart.
  • I'd heard about these 'PopTarts'. Seen the ads, seen the product on the market. Never tried it. Heard a few friends, singing its' praises. Watched them enjoying those, in their homes. They offered a taste. But never tried it. So, one day, curious and tired of all the 'publicity', got some. Read the directions. Followed them by the letter. Odd. Tried to get the hang of it. Nope. Not good to me. Actually, I hated them. The taste, the texture, the sugar. Bleah. 'Guess if I tried this more often, I'd learn to appreciate it'. An acquired taste, perhaps. This reminded me of sex. I'd heard about 'having sex'. Seen some films, seen people having it. Never tried it. Heard a few friends, singing its' praises...