Post by fox on Jul 21, 2005 9:58:10 GMT -6
I saw this on Fencing Net. The topic was the origin of the flick, but as you can see... (oh, and the author goes by the delightful title, "Scurious Rex")
It began one hot summer night in an Iowa corn field in 1964. Three young Republican anarchists were looking for something else to do after gluing fake body hair on each other. The first youth suggested a fried-liver juggling contest, but he was soundly dismissed by his cohorts because it was the eve of St. Gretchen and cell phones hadn't been invented yet. The second suggested instead that they dig elaborate bar graphs in the soil throughout the field, representing key economic and homosexual indicators. As legend has it, the first boy thought that was boffo, and immediately began establishing the X-Y axiseses ... axiis ... axes ... whatever. It was at this moment, however, that the third cohort realized he'd left a radio sitting in his bathtub at home, and that his great aunt Petrifica would be heading upstairs for her evening soapy soak. Fortunately, the driver of a passing laundry truck (making late rounds) saw the lad and offered a ride out of the country. The man was looking for an excuse to drive to Canada anyway, because he'd heard that nuns there paid top dollar for stolen pelicans which he hoped to smuggle some day. He also had surprisingly understated body odor. The first two troublemakers, still enrapt in their shenanigans, merely waved good-bye as their schoolmate disappeared over the hill. They were dead by morning.
And thus, the flick was born.
If there was a point, I lost it, but I laughed a lot.
It began one hot summer night in an Iowa corn field in 1964. Three young Republican anarchists were looking for something else to do after gluing fake body hair on each other. The first youth suggested a fried-liver juggling contest, but he was soundly dismissed by his cohorts because it was the eve of St. Gretchen and cell phones hadn't been invented yet. The second suggested instead that they dig elaborate bar graphs in the soil throughout the field, representing key economic and homosexual indicators. As legend has it, the first boy thought that was boffo, and immediately began establishing the X-Y axiseses ... axiis ... axes ... whatever. It was at this moment, however, that the third cohort realized he'd left a radio sitting in his bathtub at home, and that his great aunt Petrifica would be heading upstairs for her evening soapy soak. Fortunately, the driver of a passing laundry truck (making late rounds) saw the lad and offered a ride out of the country. The man was looking for an excuse to drive to Canada anyway, because he'd heard that nuns there paid top dollar for stolen pelicans which he hoped to smuggle some day. He also had surprisingly understated body odor. The first two troublemakers, still enrapt in their shenanigans, merely waved good-bye as their schoolmate disappeared over the hill. They were dead by morning.
And thus, the flick was born.
If there was a point, I lost it, but I laughed a lot.