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As street theater using a small stage on a push cart, roll four dung balls of varying sizes (0.5 to 6 inch diameters), thrust them on a thin skewer smallest first and stand the skewer on its point on the left of the stage. Place a large (2.5 inch) dung beetle on the left of the bottom ball and increasingly
smaller (down to 0.1 inch) ones on alternate sides of the balls above and carefully and swiftly remove the skewer. The bottom bug should roll the pyramid to the right while the combined efforts of those above might balance their balls on their turd “treadmills” a few seconds.
(?) rehearsal
http://www.sparxmed...maclarty1/dung1.jpg
[FarmerJohn, Oct 05 2004, last modified Oct 17 2004]
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I just stepped in something... + |
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(-) only because of the bad poetry, not against the idea. |
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I'm sure several people got confused
when Jean Pierre asked for donations.
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"turns a shit kebab" into what? |
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this makes the thought of being a bug somehow acceptable (+) |
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FJ, is this an idea or an imitation of Vogon poetry? |
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This... needs... an illustration! |
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[k_sra] Turns (rolls) it across the stage. |
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[ghillie] bad illustration:
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Mediocre idea. Bad poetry. |
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[Desert Fox] Definitely Vogon-type. Good reference. |
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[Pocketass.] Based on your halfbakery output, I welcome you as a detractor. |
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"Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits
On a lurgid bee.
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me
with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon
See if I don't." |
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'twould be kind not to vote
Not to comment and gloat
'bout the old Farmer's verse
(Can it get any worse?)
But I'm just not that sort
I never do what I aught
So I'll say, whilst I can,
That your lines do not scan.
That the poem's a bust.
'though the bugs are a must! |
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Oh no! The awful poetry has gone! Disaster! |
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farmer john i was just building up to read that poetry. |
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Obviously not, but lucky for me amateur artwork still cuts it. |
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