29 March 2007

Gettin' Icky With It, Part Deux; or Ooze Lines Are They Anyway?

This blog can't wait for the sequels. Arse Poetica, perhaps? Pus in Boots? And this blog won't even consider the panoply of pubescent possibilities...

More-than-slightly discomforting key quote: "There is education there, but it is not rammed down their throats." Ahem...

3 comments:

Pious Labours said...

Arse Poetica, haha.
Bravo J! That has to be my favourite pun of yours.

Dr J said...

And yet I left Gargantua and Pantydrool alone.... :-(

RK said...

Dribble it like Beckham!

Spew in your own juice!

'ichor' is a word I remember horror writers loving, when describing the bronze-green ooze that wells out of the open sores of nameless nemeses.

And remember, in French, ski wax is called "fart".

(When I were a nipper, enlightened parents used to teach their kids a delightful little song with the refrain "Pee po belly bum drawers!" -- just so that they could get it over with. Stephen K*ng never did.)

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