I Ask This Question
Since, as I like to dig a little deeper on any subject I am writing about, I asked teh Interwebz if there was a comics character named 'Growler' and to nobody's great surprise, there was. Art!
A human-bear hybrid, in case that wasn't clear. Then there are the containers of beer called 'growlers', which will intimate to you that we're back to dealing with the saga of the duelling brothers 'No Chrysler 4 Me' and his idiot elder brother 'Chad Wannabe', whom shall be NC4M and CW from now on. Art!
There being no love lost between them, NC4M had set up a growler that contained a whole bottle of laxative, which he must have been able to distinguish from the other, uncontaminated bottles he got filled with beer. Let me be plain here, THIS IS HIGHLY ILLEGAL AND NOT TO BE CONDONED, which allows you to conclude how much bad blood there was between them.
NC4M let spill the details that he was off on his last camp of the year before autumn arrived and brought bad weather with it, along with two of his mates. CW arrived at the same campsite, just a little further down the river from his brother, along with his pothead friends - thus becoming TRiO Of Potheads, TROOP from now on. Art!
Did I mention that CW hated hated hated to be upstaged? He was irate that his younger brother had a portable DVD player and he didn't, and that they were playing 'Buckaroo Banzai' as he also liked the film. TROOP did not have a generator so were using up tons of batteries to power the single boombox they had, and CW's laptop couldn't play DVDs, a sad indictment of modern IT as my laptop won't play DVDs either.
ANYWAY Friday and Saturday passed without CW trying to steal beer growlers, so NC4M and his two friends went for a swim in the river at dusk, hoping to provoke a theft.
It worked. He stole the tainted growler and absconded with it, giving his brother the bird whilst doing so, the cad. The untainted growlers were locked up in NC4M's Toyota Taurus, leaving only the laxative-dosed growler in his fridge to steal. Younger brother confesses that he might have been better off not using the whole laxative bottle. Wise after the fact.
The effects were immediate and dramatic. Art!
'I took this prank too far' admits NC4M O rlly D'YA THINK? Given how litigious his brother was, he sneaks over to their campsite and retrieves the growler, washing it out in the river to remove any evidence of poisoning. A wise move but you have just outed yourself on the internet to an audience of tens of millions.
Even more humiliation arrives for TROOP in the shape of two other campers from another site further down the river, who came to investigate the awful smells and sounds, probably being downwind of the trio. CW has to politely fend off their requests about what's going on and explain it away as 'bad beer'. Art!
Sid also blames 'bad beer' for involuntary defecating after undertaking a fairground ride. Sid, and CW: the brewing industry goes to great lengths to ensure it's beer is not 'bad' as in chemically tainted, otherwise they would be paying an awful lot in compensation.
NC4M and mates decide to leave the campsite in the middle of the night, as they firmly believe TROOP will retaliate, and you can understand why. CW was extremely angry afterwards but didn't dare do anything, possibly because the tainted growler was gone, and trying to assert that 'The beer I stole -' is a losing proposition.
NC4M then ordered his brother to stop following him around to campsites and went off on a last pre-autumn visit on his own to a different, more remote campsite, where he had tremendous fun and thoroughly enjoyed himself, all the more so as his idiot elder brother did not come along. Art!
The saga has one more tale yet to be told. I'll get around to it at a later date. I bet you can hardly wait.
A Bit Of Art For You
As put up by 'Bert Plumbswang' over on the hell-platform Twitter. Bert is ploughing a lonely furrow in support of the Bolton Paul Defiant, one of the worst RAF fighters to ever wobble it's way into the skies.
ANYWAY Bert put up a painting of the Battle Of Cape Matapan which I've never seen before but loved to bits. Art!
The artist is Frank Norton and he captures the chaos of a night action at sea, with explosions, tracer and searchlights all in play. The ship in the foreground is 'HMAS Stuart' i.e. 'His Majesty's Australian Navy' as proof positive that the Ockers liked to get into a scrap no matter what the medium.
O what you can't see is that the British and Commonwealth ships all have radar and the Romans do not. We may come back to this, it has legs. Or flippers.
Bring On The Wheelie-bins Of Popcorn!
We are now 23 days away from the South Canadian mid-term elections, which look to be so bad for the Wizard Lizard Gizzard party that Droopy might try to cancel them altogether, or 'postpone' them which means cancelling them altogether, or invoke the Insurrection Act, or declare that he is King Piggy The Fat Caligula Emperor and he cannot be voted out of office. In truth he is as toxic as an uranium enema, and may dimly perceive this. Members of his own party running for Senate seats certainly do, which is why they are trying to distance themselves from his radioactive aura. Art!
The chap to port is Jon Ossoff, the Ice Cream Bandit sitting senator and the chap to starboard is Mike Collins, the Trump-worshipping opponent. Jon asked him if he still believes that Trump's election in 2020 was stolen.
Utter silence.
If Collins says 'yes' then he outs himself as a swivel-eyed loonwaffle. If he says 'no' then that breaks faith with his fat orange god.
This is hilarious to see but also means I've gotten through all my popcorn.
Jen also posted a graphic illustrating just how much WLG party voters have gotten fed up with Cankles Von Yamteats. Art!
The issue here is that WLG party voters might just sit the mid-terms out, not bothering to vote, meaning the ICBs will win by default. November 4th is going to be an interesting day.
Further To The Above -
Donnie Dorko continues to die by inches in front of the world's cameras, in addition to sounding as if he's gargling with a pint of phlegm in his throat, and spouting nonsense. So - Art!
I would say more - par-boiled.
Note the goggle-shield where the orange spray did not land.
Further To The Above -
Pumpkinhead announced earlier today on his social media platform 'Truth Social' that there was now an energy ceasefire between Ukraine and Ruffia, which seems to exist only in his head. Prez Zed, when asked about this, replied 'First I've heard about it' whilst the Kremlin could not be reached for comment.
Also - Art!
This, South Canada, is what happens when your President has a brain made of mashed potato. Possibly also with butter and/or gravy.
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