What ever happened to Dr Raoul M Fury?
Discussion
RDMcG said:
He was one of the maddest and most entertaining posters on PH, and then he apparently vaporized......anyone know =what became of him?
Google will find his blog.http://drraoulmfury.blogspot.com/search?updated-mi...
Last update 2008
That Blog is genius, had me genuinely laughing out loud in places...
funny blog said:
"Be honest, you're not cut out for this tramping life," I said to Father Pyloric as we buried the body in a sandpit in a children's playground, "Come on, let's go home. I'll play you at Super Uncle Jump II."
"All right," he said. "And you can shut up," he said to the crying toddler whose plastic spade we'd stolen.
So we went home and played Super Uncle Jump II and all of Father Pyloric's other favourite imported Japanese video games – Sheep Sheep Go!, Boy Touch Girl, Ukelele Warrior, Diarrhoa Panic Man!, Bang Bang Crazy Witch, Ape Shrink and Cat Go Up – then we drank some grappa and had a knife fight. It was just like old times.
"All right," he said. "And you can shut up," he said to the crying toddler whose plastic spade we'd stolen.
So we went home and played Super Uncle Jump II and all of Father Pyloric's other favourite imported Japanese video games – Sheep Sheep Go!, Boy Touch Girl, Ukelele Warrior, Diarrhoa Panic Man!, Bang Bang Crazy Witch, Ape Shrink and Cat Go Up – then we drank some grappa and had a knife fight. It was just like old times.
Another gem:
the blog said:
The evening was going well and I was on my fifth pork schnapps when I spotted a lone woman with the haunted cow eyes of the newly single leaning against the alcopops trough and decided to approach her.
“Listen,” I said, “I’m a man, which is not statistically unlikely, and you are a woman, which is statistically slightly more likely but still explainable by chance; would you like a Slow, Brutal Beating With A Snooker Ball In A Sock?”
She didn’t realise that it was a cocktail, though (ouzo, crème de menthe, vinegar and a boiled egg), and it was just plain bad luck that her husband had been slowly and brutally beaten to death with a snooker ball in a sock, so we got kicked out by the bouncers, but not before I was able to cause what the Thanet Extraordinary Renderer would later refer to as “an alleged scatological violation” to the dancefloor, so we ended up having to see in the New Year at home. We couldn’t afford fireworks, so we tied three cats to three dogs with some Christmas lights, fed them Pro Plus and let them have at it on a trampoline. It was low-budget, but it was great.
“Listen,” I said, “I’m a man, which is not statistically unlikely, and you are a woman, which is statistically slightly more likely but still explainable by chance; would you like a Slow, Brutal Beating With A Snooker Ball In A Sock?”
She didn’t realise that it was a cocktail, though (ouzo, crème de menthe, vinegar and a boiled egg), and it was just plain bad luck that her husband had been slowly and brutally beaten to death with a snooker ball in a sock, so we got kicked out by the bouncers, but not before I was able to cause what the Thanet Extraordinary Renderer would later refer to as “an alleged scatological violation” to the dancefloor, so we ended up having to see in the New Year at home. We couldn’t afford fireworks, so we tied three cats to three dogs with some Christmas lights, fed them Pro Plus and let them have at it on a trampoline. It was low-budget, but it was great.
Beefmeister said:
Another gem:
the blog said:
The evening was going well and I was on my fifth pork schnapps when I spotted a lone woman with the haunted cow eyes of the newly single leaning against the alcopops trough and decided to approach her.
“Listen,” I said, “I’m a man, which is not statistically unlikely, and you are a woman, which is statistically slightly more likely but still explainable by chance; would you like a Slow, Brutal Beating With A Snooker Ball In A Sock?”
She didn’t realise that it was a cocktail, though (ouzo, crème de menthe, vinegar and a boiled egg), and it was just plain bad luck that her husband had been slowly and brutally beaten to death with a snooker ball in a sock, so we got kicked out by the bouncers, but not before I was able to cause what the Thanet Extraordinary Renderer would later refer to as “an alleged scatological violation” to the dancefloor, so we ended up having to see in the New Year at home. We couldn’t afford fireworks, so we tied three cats to three dogs with some Christmas lights, fed them Pro Plus and let them have at it on a trampoline. It was low-budget, but it was great.
“Listen,” I said, “I’m a man, which is not statistically unlikely, and you are a woman, which is statistically slightly more likely but still explainable by chance; would you like a Slow, Brutal Beating With A Snooker Ball In A Sock?”
She didn’t realise that it was a cocktail, though (ouzo, crème de menthe, vinegar and a boiled egg), and it was just plain bad luck that her husband had been slowly and brutally beaten to death with a snooker ball in a sock, so we got kicked out by the bouncers, but not before I was able to cause what the Thanet Extraordinary Renderer would later refer to as “an alleged scatological violation” to the dancefloor, so we ended up having to see in the New Year at home. We couldn’t afford fireworks, so we tied three cats to three dogs with some Christmas lights, fed them Pro Plus and let them have at it on a trampoline. It was low-budget, but it was great.
I have the good Dr Fury's blog bookmarked and dip in every now and then for a giggle. Genius. Pure genius
Edited by judas on Wednesday 28th July 15:07
"My dog’s got no pedunculopontine nucleus.”
“Really? How does he generate and maintain REM sleep?”
“Terrible!”
And.............
If I could have dinner with one person, living or dead, it would be Russell Brand, and he would be dead. My second choice would be Father Christmas, so I could ask him whether he thinks that having a glass of brandy at every house in the country (that’s over thirty million units of alcohol in one night) is a good example to set in these times of binge drinking.
“Really? How does he generate and maintain REM sleep?”
“Terrible!”
And.............
If I could have dinner with one person, living or dead, it would be Russell Brand, and he would be dead. My second choice would be Father Christmas, so I could ask him whether he thinks that having a glass of brandy at every house in the country (that’s over thirty million units of alcohol in one night) is a good example to set in these times of binge drinking.
Edited by 911motorsport on Wednesday 28th July 15:22
Beefmeister said:
Another gem:
Now I know why I could never write decent essays at school when I read that sort of stuff. I was just crap at doing descriptive stuff. the blog said:
The evening was going well and I was on my fifth pork schnapps when I spotted a lone woman with the haunted cow eyes of the newly single leaning against the alcopops trough and decided to approach her.
“Listen,” I said, “I’m a man, which is not statistically unlikely, and you are a woman, which is statistically slightly more likely but still explainable by chance; would you like a Slow, Brutal Beating With A Snooker Ball In A Sock?”
She didn’t realise that it was a cocktail, though (ouzo, crème de menthe, vinegar and a boiled egg), and it was just plain bad luck that her husband had been slowly and brutally beaten to death with a snooker ball in a sock, so we got kicked out by the bouncers, but not before I was able to cause what the Thanet Extraordinary Renderer would later refer to as “an alleged scatological violation” to the dancefloor, so we ended up having to see in the New Year at home. We couldn’t afford fireworks, so we tied three cats to three dogs with some Christmas lights, fed them Pro Plus and let them have at it on a trampoline. It was low-budget, but it was great.
“Listen,” I said, “I’m a man, which is not statistically unlikely, and you are a woman, which is statistically slightly more likely but still explainable by chance; would you like a Slow, Brutal Beating With A Snooker Ball In A Sock?”
She didn’t realise that it was a cocktail, though (ouzo, crème de menthe, vinegar and a boiled egg), and it was just plain bad luck that her husband had been slowly and brutally beaten to death with a snooker ball in a sock, so we got kicked out by the bouncers, but not before I was able to cause what the Thanet Extraordinary Renderer would later refer to as “an alleged scatological violation” to the dancefloor, so we ended up having to see in the New Year at home. We couldn’t afford fireworks, so we tied three cats to three dogs with some Christmas lights, fed them Pro Plus and let them have at it on a trampoline. It was low-budget, but it was great.
See I still can't do it.
Don said:
RDMcG said:
He was one of the maddest and most entertaining posters on PH, and then he apparently vaporized......anyone know =what became of him?
Google will find his blog.http://drraoulmfury.blogspot.com/search?updated-mi...
Last update 2008
The real Apache said:
ecks ridgehead I think it was, pure genius but I think he was put off by put downs from the usual miserable f
kers who delight in attacking anyone with a modicum of intellect. Much like school bullies really
Im surprised he would let it get to him. It was good stuff. I think it was the fawning the some people objected to, rather than the actual content. kers who delight in attacking anyone with a modicum of intellect. Much like school bullies really308mate said:
The real Apache said:
ecks ridgehead I think it was, pure genius but I think he was put off by put downs from the usual miserable fkers who delight in attacking anyone with a modicum of intellect. Much like school bullies really
Im surprised he would let it get to him. It was good stuff. I think it was the fawning the some people objected to, rather than the actual content. kers who delight in attacking anyone with a modicum of intellect. Much like school bullies really308mate said:
The real Apache said:
ecks ridgehead I think it was, pure genius but I think he was put off by put downs from the usual miserable fkers who delight in attacking anyone with a modicum of intellect. Much like school bullies really
Im surprised he would let it get to him. It was good stuff. I think it was the fawning the some people objected to, rather than the actual content. kers who delight in attacking anyone with a modicum of intellect. Much like school bullies reallyGassing Station | The Lounge | Top of Page | What's New | My Stuff