The Smokies – Saturday Morning Surprise Edition
April 25, 2009 in The Smokie Awards
Good morning all! Hope the hangover finds you well. Hope these awards find you better.
Sorry I didn’t post about this post, giving you all some notice, perhaps allowing some time to drop some more wit-bombs and wordsmoker double and triple entendres.
I love that word. Entendre.
Anyway, Virus is off on tour (read: a loaded bong in a small hotel room) and Sir Streeter has begun wearing underpants outside of his jeans and assumed the pseudonym, The White And I Mean Really White Russian, leaping from rooftop to rooftop giving people grammatical tips and asking for spare change. Just another day in Eugene.
So, I’ve taken it upon myself to take up smokie-ing. Who needs lungs, anyway? I’ve gone back to last Friday and combed through everything – posts, comments, Papel Del Culo, the whole lot – and here are the ones that made me titter or rendered my own wit marginal.
Lily Blue on Caption This – April 19, 2009:
Dateline: 2050
Zac Efron searches for the remnants of his career.
(Isn’t that Zac Efron cute? I hope all the residuals from HSM can keep him in clean tighty whities)
Curly Q Tips on Caption This – April 19, 2009:
Bo Obama’s First Home
Prickly Bitch In Heat
Leaning Tower Of Pee’s
Yorkshire Terrorist
(Four excellent comments in four minutes or less? Why do I even try? Well done, CQT)
Souplines on A Week from Saturday You are Supposed to be in Brooklyn:
And I will come as a girl.
And leave as a bourbon and cheezy poofs shadow of my former self
(I think you’ve just leaked to plot of Ghostbusters III)
Unfun on A Week from Saturday You are Supposed to be in Brooklyn:
My Spanish is better when I have no dignity left.
(Same for me with my arrogance. I hope you follow through on this phone call to Spain.)
Voxpopuli on Warning.:
I say we round up all the others in this thread and carry out a drive-by on all those Red Hat Society ladies who took a whimsical little poem and made it into a thoroughly annoying mantra.
Oh, I don’t want to shoot them, just throw pies at them from a car window. Shaving cream pies so that they don’t even taste delicious. Muahahahaha!
(Tell me when and where. I love this idea.)
Lastly, Senor Wences, for his super duper long and excellent image title on A Week from Saturday You are Supposed to be in Brooklyn. I thourougly enjoyed it, even though I had to reposition my cursor every five seconds or so due to the title’s constant disappearing.
And now, the prestigous, coveted, and worth obsessing over Iron Lung award.
Congratulations Voxpopuli, for your excellent parody, Warning. It’s brilliant, and I think may some day be the mantra of our anti- generation.
And have no fear, fellow wordsmokers. Next week’s awards will come on time, thanks to the premature ejaculation pill advertised at the top of this page.
Ha, entendre.
