Deliberate slapstick: We had an eccentric music teacher at school.
He was reeeeelly mad and whacky, but he was a damn fine musician.

It came to the dress rehearsal, and the teacher was mucking about on stage with the rigging crew. All was excited energy and hurried amendments, and I will never forget seeing him running across the stage, and, when he got to middle, leaping into the air like a gazelle, and performing a perfect 360 while farting loudly, to land with the grace of a ballerina and continue running into the wings.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 9:32, 2 replies)

Pure poetry
Well told too.


*click*
(Che Grimsdale Best before:, Mon 25 Jan 2010, 10:40, closed)

I laughed when I read this
and farted, too.
(ohnonotagain It's worse than you thought. I'm Canadian., Tue 26 Jan 2010, 8:30, closed)