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From: MegaMole <PSmithALTO@countertenor.demon.co.uk> Newsgroups: alt.fan.pratchett Subject: [F] South Park meet report Date: Sun, 19 Sep 1999 14:56:33 +0100 Message-ID: <ke9mROARuO53EwIx@countertenor.demon.co.uk> Reply-To: MegaMole <mole@lspace.org> Herewith the report. Quorum: Charissa, Piers, the Stibbons family, Adrian "Asphalt" Ogden and this mole. Big Cartman, little Cartman, Kenny (alive, still) and Mr. Hanky the Christmas Poo. Met at Charissa's, discussed Purcell, cats and a crossover sketch with possibilities for wibble.org involving Stavros and the Daleks - "Exterminate, peeps!". After much humming, hawing and consulting of maps, the Thomas Silverfish Taxi Service rolled into action, amidst much typical London driving madness^W enterprising manoeuvring. Especially from white vans. And much manoeuvring was required to get all the assembled afpeople into the moving cinema. Ponder, it is never a good idea loudly and clearly to declare your age as 14 when entering a Cert.15 film. Which, eventually, we all sat down to watch. Those who have not yet seen it will be no doubt surprised at the amount of musical numbers, and disappointed that Chef doesn't do more. Equally boggle-inducing was the sight of a nice mummy, daddy and sweet ickle golden-haired four-year old girl coming into the nice cartoon just as the swearing, violence and gay Satan jokes were getting into full swing. These people, needless to say, lasted five minutes. I'm sure any expectations of fluffy bunnies and pwetty flowers would have been dashed. Then we all went back to the pub. Conversation turned to the usual sorts of things; music was geeked, naturally, and we all had a Draw a Homer Simpson competition. Modesty forbids me to mention who won; self- portraits are always easiest. Then we wondered how Cartman and his Mini-Me would do at ruling the world. And then we had a disagreement about the best way to tell jokes about hamsters.[1] We'll have to award Ponder some sort of title for Person Adjudged Best at Getting Afpers Thrown Out of Places (PABAGATOOP) when we got ejected from Charissa's local. It turns out the manager was around and the bar steward^W droid didn't want to lose his job over people geeking quietly in the corner... Suffice it to say that Thomas Silverfish had to restrain other members of his family from getting out the lycopodium powder and trying out the new words they had learned at the cartoon. At which point I left, feeling tired, emotional and vulnerable, m'kay? ========================================================== Quotes: Charissa (bending over the table): Does anyone want anything hot? Ponder: Would you mind not wiping your nose on my Kenny doll? Charissa: This is Piers - not an afper, just my SO. Charissa: Do you have any idea how difficult it is to make my hair look as if you've just thrown it up? Mole: Bleeeuuugggh! (*vom*) Charissa: It wasn't supposed to come out like that. Adrian: I thought only cats got hairballs! &: This tasted like raw sewage! Charissa: That assumes you know what raw sewage tastes like. Mole: Doesn't everybody? Adrian (trying some funky riddim on Cartman's feet): You can twirl drumsticks, but you can't twirl Cartman. Ponder: Oy veh, my father is a putz. & (picking up Mr. Hanky): Edmund, is this your poo? Charissa: I just think Mike Myers isn't sexy. Adrian: Not with those teeth... Charissa: So what's he like with his dentures on? Charissa: I hate Ally McBeal. I keep shouting at her - Eat some CAKE, woman! Mole: I was too busy trying to put my arse somewhere where it wouldn't interfere. Charissa: I think the best parties are those where everyone is so drunk they all end up with saucepans on their heads. (like the last N. London meet? - Ed.) [1] Hamster's what? ITWSBT... I'll just get my V-chip and slice of Canadian bacon, -- Mega "Unclef***er" Mole
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