I was having a day off, listening to Seth\’s stunning 2oceansvibe radiostream and trying really hard not to touch myself at the same time, when this little gem rolled into the collective unconscious of Hatman Mansions on a Saturday morning… oh, this carries a “You Might Fall Off Your Chair And Crush The Cat You’ll Be Laughing So Hard” warning…
Beautiful! I think all SABC TV news reporters should be ordered to get stoned before getting their hands on a mike. I might actually understand what they’re saying.
* Red hat tip to Anne Bussio of Joe’s Restaurant in Stanford for sending this beautiful baby my way.
Look. I’ve got off to a slow start this morning, OK?
I’ve been taking zillions of phone calls from Hugh Mangazi, newly-appointed PR person for Julius Malema, saying that his boss wants to put out another press release through this blog, countering the eina rap on the knuckles with an SA Governament-approved ruler he’s taken from President Zuma.
I had to keep telling hem that, while I am indeed honoured that Mr Malema has chosen this “SA-positive” blog to disseminate his official statements to the press, I have other things that I need to put on my blog.
Not to mention that I need at least three hours sleep a night, must have time to brush my teeth, slurp down a bowl of Milo flakes, walk the budgie and make sure that Mrs Labuschagne, my next-door neighbour, is still alive and didn’t overdose on a lethal cocktail of Klippies-en-Coke and bicarbonate of soda after watching the 7 o’clock news last night. This whole Terre’blanche/AWB/Malema palaver, not to mention Liverpool only managing a 0-0 draw with Fulham yesterday, has affected her terribly.
So I had to tell Mr Mangazi that his boss’s press release will have to wait until tomorrow. Today I have other things to do.
Like bring this absolute gem to you…
How was that, hey? What? You nearly wet your broekies? Completely understandable. I threw mine straight into the dishwasher, set it on “Extra hot” for two hours and, such was my advanced state of uncontrolled mirth, only realised my mistake when the dirty dishes started smashing each other up to get out. Yussy, it was like a Greek wedding in there. Complete with soiled underwear.
Urk. Got a bit digressive there. Sorry. OK, so this knee-slappingly hilarious bit of cinematic ingenuity was created by an old journalist maaitjie, the almost excruciatingly witty Gus Silber. And didn’t he do well? Yes, he most certainly did. Funny guy. And a doff of my urine-free hat to Matthew Buckland at memeburn for the heads-up on this baby.
My little chuff, that was bladdy funny! Nice work, Gus. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m off to colour-code my kitchen appliances so I don’t offend the crockery again. Excuse me.