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Wednesday, 14 January, Naught-Four  

Girls Gone Wilde!

Tally-ho, old chums, 'tis I, your favourite avuncular lech, Great-Uncle Grambeaux, up and awake just after daybreak this jolly-good morn' to relay to you, my loyal New World acolytes, the most piping-hot contents of news-worthiness, that they may sate the ravenous appetites for raw hear-say lurking with-in your heaving bosoms: I bring you isolated tid-bits of un-verified information from all reaches of the Empire, scandalous tittle-tattle about midnight rendezvous and ultra-martial trysts, the likes of which are only whispered in dulcet tones in dreadfully un-lit alley-ways, and sinfully delicious photo-graphical snap-shots depicting the shriek-worthy bared flesh of pretty young things primavera. Hurrah!

The nubile American songstress, Miss Mandy Moore, playfully blowing a pantomimed kiss to quell the rowdy audience men.

Very late last eve, (thankfully, long past the bed-times of virtuous lads) the supple young starlet of flicker-pictures and phonographs, the modest Miss Mandy Moore, exhibited a flash of moral turpitude, transforming a gentrified tele-vision interview into loathsome ribaldry broadcast across the people's free air-waves! Hurrah! How tawdry! How frightful! Betwixt mostly innocent queries from probing inquisitor Craig Kilborn, the demure songstress fiddled with her too-snug bodice, and “accidentally” bared a fleshy expanse of ample cleavage that quickly drove the beastly ruffians of the studio audience positively deranged with desire. Zounds!

To what do we attribute the shockingly sudden risqué display of shameful lust-mongering by this playful and perky princess of popular music? Could it be that the sylphlike starlet is currently swapping knickers with her dashing badminton-player beau Mister Andy Roddick that's got demure Miss Mandy behaving so bawdily? Or perchance the divine lass has got something slightly more sinister on the mind? Bloody fo reals, yo!

!The faith-ful whatfore true-believers, of course, are shamingly well-acquainted and awkwardly tolerant of your Great-Uncle Grambeaux's lascivious loin-lust for comely lasses still in the temperate throes of puberty. Dash me twice, but, by Jove, nothing sets whatfore's ventricles a-flutter as much as a glimpse of the artless Miss Amanda Bynes playing Hoop-Stick Twirl-a-Gig! Shizz! Spin that pretty plaything, Miss Amanda, spin it 'round! O, what your Great-Uncle Grambeaux wouldn't give to be either the Hoop or the Stick in that scenario, mercilessly dependant, of course, upon which euphemism for a vulgar sexual position you choose to establish your spiffy metaphor upon! Fie! Obvs!

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Lesbianic Love-Tickles!

Dear readers, double check that the urchins are safely slumbering, because the following picture is so spiffingly saucy, I are say it borders on the positively indecent!

Tales of Ribaldry! Who tickles whom? Indeed!Behold: the matronly dowager Madame Madonna Richie and the sumptuous tartlet Miss Britney Spears exchanging Sapphic gropes, caresses, and tummy-tickles whilst preparing a video-graphic musical film! Mmmm, mmm, mmm! The very thought of such lusty lesbianic touching and feeling drives your Great-Uncle Grambeaux into a teetering fury of rage! Indeed, the levels of hormonal love-potion bubbling within my man-factory are rising rapidly to the brink of spillage! Are you not simply ravaged with sociopathic desire? Oh, yes! Oh. Yes. I'm simply drawn and quartered just from espying the delicate contact of an old biddy's gnarled finger-tips to a curvy young lass's bare back! Look at delicious Miss Brit-Brit's cushy, mushy, oh-so-round derrière mmmmm ass-cleavage mmm mmmm so good so tasty need to be alone now oh yeah oh yeah that's the stuff oh oh oh my! Oh my! Fie! Please sit tight just one more moment, my dearest readers, whilst your dirty old Uncle polishes his slide whistle beneath his desk-top, safe within the confines of these office-cubicle walls, as his coworkers stride idly by, blissfully oblivious of the Satanic misbehavior occurring nearby! Naughty! And... done! Huzzah! Hurrah! Two pints, courtesy Miss Britney Spears's cushy derrière. Oh my dear, child, I need to inhale the pleasantly satisfying tar-leaves of an un-filtered cigar-ette!

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Debutante in Dishabille! Hurrah!

Miss Paris Hilton's Wild Night

Oh, my stars and garters! The word in the streets is that a steamy boudoir flicker-picture is circulating the den-rooms of those in the know, starring none other than notoriously prim and priggish 22-year-old bed-and-breakfast heiress Miss Paris Hilton! Egads and double-zounds, I dare say! The fabulously well-informed, well-connected, and well-to-do secret spies who have had the god-sent good luck to witness the film with their own bespectacled eyes do inform me that Miss Hilton can be seen stripping to her skivvies as she prepares to retire for the evening... with a gentleman caller! Goodness gracious, snakes alive! Never in my ninety-three years on this good green Earth did I believe I'd get the chance to sneak a peek at an undressed heiress engaging in frolicsome foreplay! Has the timid Miss Hilton succumbed to depravity? Or perchance her sinister suitor has sabotaged her ginger ale with Quaaludes? By jingo, you can bet your bottom that your Great-Uncle Grambeaux will not sleep a wink until that film-strip is secured! I'm positively itchy just imagining it! Lookit! I'm twitching! How frightful! Oh, I'll be ticking off the dreadful milliseconds until I get my paws on that flicker-picture! Pass me that lotion and handkerchief, will you? Many thanks. Hurrah! Obvs!

Miss Paris Hilton's Wild Night?

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Once more, whatfore.org's skilled comedie & musical-revue analyzers, The Numper and H. Blaste, methodically dissect this weekend's wonderfully whimsical stylings of New York City's Saturday-Evening Comedy Players' Revue. Enjoy! .

EPISODE 9: (1/10/04)

[Censored on account of Gross Indecency.]

[Censored on account of Gross Indecency.]

posted by The Ape-Man | Oog! Oog!

Heaps of Hottness!

A still photograph from the tele-vision programme 'Rich Girls,' depicting wealthy ingénues engaging in ribald behaviour.Surely, my fellow patriots, you're all as joyfully enraptured by the randy exploits of Musical Tele-vision's hott new programme, "Rich Girls" as your dear Great-Uncle Grambeaux is! Two frisky ingénues of proper upbringing engaging in bawdy misbehaviour? Jolly-good fun, indeed! Scintillating! Oh, these supple fillies stimulate my raging loins, they do! Major hottness!

Behold! I bring you, my darling audience, a photograph of the Rich Girls' Saturday-evening slumber party. What wicked mischief took place? Nubile lasses prancing about in their sleeping garments and chanting sing-songs, mayhap? Beastly!

Say, I do enjoy the taste of steak-and-kidney pudding. And who doesn't?

So much hottness! Oh mercy me, is that recently inflated Miss Renée Zelwegger I spy pulling taut her corset? Good golly, 'tis! Oh, I dare say, she looks positively delicious! By Zeta-Jones, I'm simply ensorcelled! Boffo! Now see here, I've just imbrued my knickers again! Horrid, I say!

Sweet Christ, this festering pustule on my under-carriage looks like syphilis! Oh, I see: it is syphilis! How uncouth!

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Simple neophyte, your hapless naïveté is endearing. This is a parody of Uncle Grambo's marvellously hyper-active, celebrity-stalking, gibberish-speaking Web site, whatevs.org, created with love and apologies by Yankee Pot Roast.
adventures w/disposable income
date: 11.11.03
source: Col. Huffnagle's Travelling Black-Market Smuggled-Goods Shoppe
amount: £167.44
(3) litres absinthe
(2) vials Bolivian cocaine
(1) China white opium poppy
(1) Bogombo snuffbox
(1) box tiddlywinks
snl season 29
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2 february: rugby match in Hidalgo
9 february: awaiting sentencing
twenty-word reviews
REVIEWS TK (in alphabetic ordering)
ask father
barney oldfield's race for a life
born reckless
cap'n eri
champion charlie
chasing choo-choos
the concrete biscuits
the dead man who killed
der ewige zweifel
fatty and mabel adrift
feline follies
get out and get under
gold-diggers of broadway
the half-breed
hands up!
the happy hottentots
high and dizzy
his royal slyness
im letzten augenblick
a liberty loan appeal
marty, queen of tots
the mother and the law
the mystery of the leaping fish
the new york hat
the non-stop kid
the oyster princess
a petticoat pilot
the ropin' fool
rowdy ann
the sentimental bloke
seven years bad luck
the skeleton dance
show girl in hollywood
the sprayer sprayed
starlet revue
tables turned on the gardener
teddy at the throttle
the thieving hand
true-heart suzie
voyage to the moon
wages of sin
way down east
what shall we do with our old?
archival material

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