Yeknodathon

... yes, one can imagine the humid, Bangkok night rent assunder with Emrys squeals, "Blimey, I'm in rapture, fetch me the rubber Gnome", as the locals giggle and quickly leaf through the Emrys-supplied picture dictionary, "no, wait, you won't have one of those, damn it, just bring to me a hippopotamus or whatever SE Asian equivalent you may have to hand, I am a Lion...grrrrr.... grrrrr.... grrrr"

Aha, Bangkok foreplay...

I just wanted to say that Emrys back ally activities in Bangkok, or anywhere else, consenting or otherwise, is only interesting insofar as it includes severe embarrassment. Please continue.

You wan Donkee? You wan Donkee?

Oh, well, now we know Emrys missionary position

You don't do short... mostly.

Well, if one of these parks up near the Paddock with an Emrys-beast in the back I shall have to honk uncontrollably.

If he gets Scoobie he's going to get Shaggie as well.

Golf club... Mrs Boo must have smacked him on the head.

Its an Emrys-beast and therefore will probably need a good petting with a shovel,

[casually sporting a size-too-small donkini and goggles]

... because he's slapping an Emrys-beast.

What I am suggesting is that our little miscreant is showing a wee bit too much of an unconscious slapping fantasy... what, I ask, is being slapped? Repeatedly? And why is he enjoying it?

I just wanted to point out that the Gnome is displaying quite a few slapping movements... Although one must appreciate that our Gnome is paying reverence to the hip hop cultural art form I must point out that the "slapping" must be considered more than just a musical "groove" move.

Smeagle...

[standing stock still in a nun's habit and lavish application of red lip stick]

Self-Emryslation

He's our little pet Chupacabra... throw him a goat.

[Meanwhile, its Birthing Day at the Paddock, and something gray and heavy has carefully positioned itself so that the entry of life into the gloom of existence can be shared by all. And with a heave and huff and a puff and the occasional *honk* the joyous moment is almost near. Head between forelimbs, aft-limbs braced for expulsion something is catapulted towards the shed...] *Honk* *Honk* *Honkety* *Honk*... ooooh, I've begotten me first rubber Gnome. I think I want to try that again.

There at times like this that one can barely contain the anticipation [looking wistfully in one general direction and pointing a hoof at...]

Swap the IWC for me carrot sundial?

... its an anime cartoon gotten horribly normal minus the pictures

Oh deary me, its Dr Seuss ghosting Stephen King

Can someone remove him from the statues?

So.. if it wasn't any damnable raison that did all the imparting and impressioning what the heck was it? Bumble-bee? Emrys? Boo? Geeeesus H Britannia in Albion, dooo try and getten some succinctness.