Chagrin Attack!
May 18th, 2009
Whilst having my shoes buffed at the local buffery yesterday I noticed a rucus occuring across the street. I paid Gepetto, the friendly Northerner, his usual fee of two carneys and went over to investigate. Before I got the chance to lodge an interest I was attacked by three chagrins. They were bad, Gabby Hayes bad. The leader had two eyepatches and a mohawk which he used to tickle underneath my chin. The other two danced a disturbing dance of pain before nutting me in the Welcomes.
Thankfully a rival gang of Chagrins, the Chirpies, were teaching some limpets how to draw circles nearby and came to my rescue. Sometimes I wonder if they are both a curse and a gift, then I remember how much the Chagrin has given to the modern world and I immediately weep openly like a bitch.
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10 Comments
1. Kevil | May 18th, 2009 at 11:37
Yeah… I had a nice bowl of Sweet and Sour Chagrin last night with fried rice. Yum.
2. Chris | May 19th, 2009 at 10:50
That chafes my chagrins pretty bad. It gets right on my chagrin, that does. My cage of pet chagrins is getting pretty agitated at the thought and I’m going to have to slip them a couple of extra bananas to keep them quiet now.
3. Ian "Mac Mac Mac Mac" McIver | May 25th, 2009 at 22:47
Chargins need a lot of love. Never forget that.
4. Chris | May 26th, 2009 at 11:07
I gave them all a hug yesterday and they all laid more apples than usual this morning. Bless them!
5. Ian "Mac Mac Mac Mac" McIver | May 26th, 2009 at 23:40
You should report that to the Choosey Chagrin Society. It would be worth a mention in their bi-monthly newsletter.
I’m subscribed!
6. Chris | May 27th, 2009 at 11:28
I subscribe to their straight monthly newsletter. I don’t like these bent sorts.
7. Kevil | May 27th, 2009 at 17:21
titter
8. Ian | May 27th, 2009 at 22:38
Subscribe this, bitch
9. Chris | May 29th, 2009 at 11:02
*sings* Subscriptions… in your ass!
10. Ian "Mac Mac Mac Mac" McIver | May 31st, 2009 at 21:37
Everything is in my ass! I have come to accept and… well I won’t say enjoy that because that’s just plain wrong. I do not enjoy things being in my ass but I enjoy SINGING about things being in my ass.
*sings* Things… in my ass!