Tales from the Wasteland

We probably will never get to read it, because his wife will have already killed him! :wink:


A true Chaucer of his time.


I was thinking more of Hemingway


Awright, youse chuckleheads. Break’s over.

Back to woik!


D.J. #1: Okay, campers, rise and shine, and don’t forget your booties 'cause it’s cooooold out there today.
D.J. #2: It’s coooold out there every day. What is this, Miami Beach?
D.J. #1: Not hardly. And you know, you can expect hazardous travel later today with that, you know, that, uh, that blizzard thing.
D.J. #2: [mockingly] That blizzard - thing. That blizzard - thing. Oh, well, here’s the report! The National Weather Service is calling for a “big blizzard thing!”
D.J. #1: Yessss, they are. But you know, there’s another reason why today is especially exciting.
D.J. #2: Especially cold!
D.J. #1: Especially cold, okay, but the big question on everybody’s lips…
D.J. #2:
On their chapped lips…
D.J. #1:
On their chapped lips, right: Do ya think Phil is gonna come out and see his shadow?
D.J. #2: Punxsutawney Phil!
D.J. #1: That’s right, woodchuck-chuckers - it’s…
D.J. #1, D.J. #2: [in unison] GROUNDHOG DAY!

…ah, I’m just messing with you, Billy.


Good morning.

Damn, I’m hungry, but growing weary of lembas slices.

Do other types of Pie work as well as a SHITGO precursor?

EDIT: This thread is over here is funny if you imagine it’s Gonville and Major and others reminiscing about ye good olden days.

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DJ: This is K.A.O.S. You and I are listening to CHAOS, out of Los Angeles.

DJ: Let’s go to the CB-lines now, and take a request.

Caller: 'ello. I ain't heard a fackin' Hawkwind in like Forever, since that fackin' jelly started campin' out the Amoeba like an awp abuser.

DJ: We hear you man, you, uh, British sounding L.A. denizen. As best as we can do is a Jerzey band covering Hawkwind.

AWAY FROM MIC: Is that right? A JERZEE band covered HAWKWIND?


flash back acid trip video wow man totally sci-fi psychedelic good choice!

Also: I am pretty sure that’s what Bill see’s in his dreams now that Mr Roboto’s Nanites are munching on his dendrites… :stuck_out_tongue:

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Esta es la radio pirata Tijuana y esto va para todos los exploradores por ahí … ir rápido a mis amigos!


Edit: It just occurred to me the lyrics could also easily say “Write more and more… the persistence of the epic story tellers…”


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I read the news today, oh boy

About some lucky men who made the grade
And though the news came from that head

Well I just had to laugh
I heard the phonograph.

We blew his mind out in a car
Stretch didn’t notice that his luck had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared

They’d seen his face before
Nobody was really sure
If he could repair the House of Lords.

I saw a film today oh boy
That Channing had just beat the blob
A crowd of people turned away

But I just had to look
The Mechanics had now read the book

They’d love to to tune you up.



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Quit messing around, Bill!

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All pizza is beautiful.*

*except deep dish. that’s lasagna.


I am Comrade Stretch from Glorious Mother Russia. Today I have special deal for capitalistic pig-dogs. Arkhangelskyan Cone of Silence.

Instantly silence jibberish of imperialist hooligans. Contemplate humiliating failure of Bourgeoisie parasites in beautiful silence.


Hey Gwwargy!

Everybody’s favorite Kossack. If Gwwargy isn’t helping somebody, then Gwwargy is helping somebody else!

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Hey Joe,


Have you been getting any better sleep,

or is it still with the tossing and turning?

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Oh, I haven’t slept well in bloody years. In fact, ever.

Somehow I seem to be permanently wakeful, even when my body is sleeping.

Not something I really understand. Something to do with my big spill, I suppose.

Few things on my mind.

~ fzzt ~

But blood, guts and glory eh?! Let’s find something to blow up!


Your big spill, eh?

Tell me, in single words, only the good things that come into your mind about your mother.