Friday, June 23, 2006

Glarked!

Those of you familiar with this blog will realise that I rarely resort to the language of the unimaginative (except at times of extreme emotion). I am of course referring to the swearing disease (I have come to this conclusion about the nature of swearing after watching the epidemic spread of foul language amongst people appearing on the television after 9pm). One might be shocked to learn, therefore, that I have received a 'glarking' over on bluntcogs for, yes, swearing. If you don't know how to get there I'm not going to tell you as it choc-full of unnecessary violence and bad language. Stay away if you are easily shocked by the sight of cartoon characters suffering beheadment. Do not approach if cartoon blood makes you nauseous.

You have been warned.

10 comments:

Gentleman-hobbs said...

A strapon braces one for the days onslaught far more than a £3 double expresso from star bucks. According to Mr Crawly-Bumlick neither are sweat free either!

Nikki said...

I'm rather speachless Dr.

Very very surprised.

I guess it's a good thing they don't visit my blog.

Beki said...

But Bluntcogs in itself sounds like a very rude spoonerism waiting to happen...

Beki said...

Oooh hang on. Having never been to Bluntcogs before...just found it and realised the spoonersim effect isn't by accident.

Okay so I wouldn't challenge a 10watt light bulb in the bright leagues today!!

Sam, Problem-Child-Bride said...

That does it. I shall never come here again, you filthy potty-mouth.

Sam, Problem-Child-Bride said...

And chief suspect in a case of pervery too, further reading has given me to believe. When a card at the bottom of a life is removed, so must they all fall about one's ears.

Will you still be able to blog from the Cumbernauld Detention Centre?

Dr Joseph McCrumble said...

Sam - hang on, you did just come here again to write the second comment. I knew you wouldn't be able to stay away :)

I am not going to jail!

Beki - bluntcogs as you are now aware is the worst possible spoonerism. I am not responsible for anything.

I repeat, I am NOT going to jail.

Nikki - I was surprised also. What right did they have to treat me so? Did I ever behead anyone? No, and they'll never prove a thing.

Once again, I shout that I am NEVER going to Jail!

Sam, Problem-Child-Bride said...

I sense you are feeling apprehensive about having to go to jail, Doc McC.

You needn't. We, your readers will mount a Free Mccrumble campaign with badges and everything - dead organised, like. And if that doesn't work we'll simply bust you out. Relax! You have friends. We won't see you locked away with other heinous pervies. You can call on us to be your character witnesses.

Oh.

You do have a good lawyer, I suppose?

Kim Ayres said...

It's spiralling out of control over at Blunt Cogs. Justin now has me responsible for glarking everyone. It will all end in tears, I know it.

Still you have the ability to create strips yourself, so I reckon you could go on the counter-attack!

Binty McShae said...

Ah yes, the spoonerism of Blunt Cogs has proved to be a most cunning stunt (*snigger*)