As news travels rather quickly in the Trailer Park environs, word of Shrek and Snow White`s planned debauchery ran like wildfire.
It had made it`s way around the camper sites for a full three revolutions before Mark Trail could tight-lace his Doc Martins and hop in the big red Jeep.
His hounds and tactical gear were all stowed in back….As Mark was wont to say: “A place for everything and everything in its place”
Mark had many other sayings, yet was down to just a handful of acquaintances that would still tolerate listening to them
Mark’s niece, Patricia, would be coming along tonight, literally riding shotgun.Patricia was painfully aware that she was “overscale”….but deep inside, even she knew that scale adherence, like common courtesy and personal grooming, held no sway in the Snow/Shrek way of life
They went in. They did what had to be done
When questioned later at an impromptu news conference, Trade was asked why only three elves had been rescued when aerial reconnaissance had indicated a larger presence. Mark wearily explained, for the umpteenth time : “we got what looked to be one of each “kind” “y`know,so they wouldn’t go extinct” No mention was made regarding the “mishap” with Mark`s wolfhound, nor would it EVER be spoken of.
In a rare display of prideful bravado, Mark actually flashed the “O” symbol at the bevy of local newshounds who had come out for the story. ”What’s that dang fool doin` with his hand like that” asked McGillatownski, a veteran newsman who had carried ink-smudges longer than Trail had been alive
“Thinks he’s Omnipotent” explained cub reporter Cubby Thompson, hoping to gain favor with Gill, yet barely meriting a scowl for his efforts
***will there come a part III to our story?....we sincerely hope not*
It would appear that Patricia had learned to live with being overscale but riding shotgun still had her nervous. Ah the perils of being a figment of JBs mind.
As news travels rather quickly in the Trailer Park environs, word of Shrek and Snow White`s planned debauchery ran like wildfire.
It had made it`s way around the camper sites for a full three revolutions before Mark Trail could tight-lace his Doc Martins and hop in the big red Jeep.
His hounds and tactical gear were all stowed in back….As Mark was wont to say: “A place for everything and everything in its place”
Mark had many other sayings, yet was down to just a handful of acquaintances that would still tolerate listening to them
Mark’s niece, Patricia, would be coming along tonight, literally riding shotgun.Patricia was painfully aware that she was “overscale”….but deep inside, even she knew, that scale adherence, like common courtesy and personal grooming, held no sway in the Snow/Shrek way of life
They went in. They did what had to be done
When questioned late at an impromptu news conference, Trade was asked why only three elves had been rescued when aerial reconnaissance had indicated a larger presence. Mark wearily explained, for the umpteenth time : “we got what looked to be one of each “kind” “y`know,so they wouldn’t go extinct” No mention was made regarding the “mishap” with Mark`s wolfhound, nor would it EVER be spoken of.
In a rare display of prideful bravado, Mark actually flashed the “O” symbol at the bevy of local newshounds who had come out for the story. ”What’s that dang fool doin` with his hand like that” asked McGillatownski, a veteran newsman who had carried ink-smudges longer than Trail had been alive
“Thinks he’s Omnipotent” explained cub reporter Cubby Thompson, hoping to gain favor with Gill, yet barely meriting a scowl for his efforts
***will there come a part III to our story?....we sincerely hope not*
Riveting stuff JB. So courageous of Mark to put down his pipe and take the Liberty to do something about this Gustatorial Gnasher.
It would appear that Patricia had learned to live with being overscale but riding shotgun still had her nervous. Ah the perils of being a figment of JBs mind.
you`d like it up there Bob ....always at a constant body temperature, and kept dim for easy napping
You were there Hoser !!!......over at the section 17 tables,eating all the orange crayons
Jeez JB....I miss my meds for one day, make a minor indiscretion in art class and all of a sudden I'm the problem child! At least I removed the paper from the Crayolas; I do have some social graces!
Relax JB...what I meant was the Mark Trade and Mickey Rodent exposure explains the base of quality in your submissions.
@jack-dodds back when these boards flowed freely, and visitors moved,unmolested, from forum to forum without ever leaving the page they were on,a still employed young man,Canadian, but still a good fellow, shared that he had been influenced as a youth by the inner workings of Mad Magazine....`memba Jack ?
Ahh; the beguiling posts of JB and responses from the appreciative.
I`ve noticed this Tony.....as long as people have ready access to tryptophan via the "leftovers" route......almost ANYTHING can entertain them
Exposed to the tryptophan by eating left-over turkey, never made me drowsy or fall aslee......................ZZZZZZZZZZ
aint it just : waking up___having coffee___food___napping....there`s just no valid reason to be heading off to Mars or anything....we`ve got it ALL!!!!
@jack-dodds back when these boards flowed freely, and visitors moved,unmolested, from forum to forum without ever leaving the page they were on,a still employed young man,Canadian, but still a good fellow, shared that he had been influenced as a youth by the inner workings of Mad Magazine....`memba Jack ?
Ah yes, I do indeed recall discussing this deeply influential publication, complete with its accordion-folding last page containing a surprising alternative statement. What impressed me in particular was my role model and perennial favorite, Mr. Roger Kaputnick......always dapper in his GQ togs and ascot. Like our other hero Mark Trail, Roger enjoyed a cerebral conversation; pipe clenched in his teeth for effect.
