Some wit

David and I made this for Rememberance day.. but then I didn't get round to posting it and it's rather redundant now. Whoops.

'thologies!

I have been reading a leaflet a Jehovah's Witness gave me. There's a photograph in it in which a man and a lady are having a picnic of 7 apples and reading their Bibles. The man has a much larger Bible than the lady (presumably to represent his raging masculinity) but seems more interested in what the she's reading in hers (I don't think I need to point out what I imagine this implies). Beside the photograph it says:

"Just a signature validates a check (or cheque), God's name guarantees all the promises in the Bible"

So I was wondering, what other things does God's name guarantee? If I was to write "God says the sun is invisible" will it be true now?

Also, the anthologies are finished.

mouse milk does a book

We began work on an anthology of splat poims t'other day, it's coming along smashing. Look:

A WikiHooray!

That is all.

Introducing... The Foot Bastard!

Now that The Foot Bastard has been mentioned on the official Post-Neo blog, I thought I'd better introduce 'im. He's a very rusty foot pump I nicked from the scrap yard at uni and attatched a tooter to (borrowed from The Anti-Eater, who is out of action at the minute after one of the rats ate some of her leathery bits). Operating The Foot Bastard is incredibly tiring, the 5 minutes I used him for his debut at Plymouth Arts Centre this month gave me a very achey right leg. He emits a very pathetic toot indeed.

So here he is, The Anti-Eater's least favourite whore, The Foot Bastard!
(in diagram form because of my cameras lack of a lens 'cause I dropped it on the floor and it fell out. Also because diagrams are cool.)

Almanac number 3 is still on it's way!

Now there's a joke about testicles!

Almanac number 3 is on it's way!

So far there's torture and ponies.