It was with some trepidation that we read several minor critiques of our avian colleague’s recommendation on a longish post on the great Richard Pryor. Fortunately, being a resourceful moose, we have the perfect rebuttal to these naysayers. I give you
Puff Daddy Puffy P. Diddy The Artist Currently Known as Sean Coombs on the importance of not abbreviating that which needs to be said, played, or in this case, spun. And yes, rumour has it that he somewhat compromised at the time, chemically speaking. Do enjoy:
It could be argued that the above is not safe for work, at least without headphones, so be warned that a chorus of wondrous bleeps will be emanating into your ears.
On a related note, the censored version is much funnier than the unedited version. Make of that what you will.
We should like to further add that we were somehow under the impression that it was Snoop Dogg on this track, and we would like to thank Pinko Punko for correcting this error and also uploading the file. 3Bulls: now with pre-emptive self-correction.
In these times of increasing poverty, we are reduced to a single commenter whose concerns demand to be addressed. Billy
Pilgrim Jean Rotten notes in comments:
And it certainly is. Oh, he continues:
This blogg is much less incomprehensible lately. If only there was some entity, of Cervidae persuasion perhaps, who could be contacted with suggestions or mild reproof.
I think we need an interpretation from the Moose. Or at least a Ferret.
Currently there is no opening for the position of ombudsferret at this blog. We also suspect such a creature would be more at home in Rudy Giuliani’s office.
As per contractual agreement, all disciplinary matters have been referred to the DOOM OF MANDOS for further consideration.
As for interpretation, we were under the impression that the Readership is more than adequate to the task of taking, say, a set of contest rules and bending them to their own nefarious needs.
Democracy at work. Carry on.
Finally, we note with concern that it has been ten days since the last post, and the emus are growing more and more restless. Will Pugsleypants redeem us all? Will the triumphant return of HNT sate the troubled masses? Will, dare I say it, a rain of secret chundermuffins cleanse us all with its putrefying fire? Kindly submit your suggestions through the usual channels.