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Geddit? Mist/Fog.
Eh? Eh?
*sigh* I'll explain later.
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David Attenborough is traipsing through the jungle in his dashing, Roger Moore-like safari get up, talking to the camera:
“And here we are at last, the far-flung and impossible to negate region of the Forums of Special Reserve. Many a creature resides here, mythology speaks of a Dragon, a WookieeMonster and even a Dodo. However, we are mainly interested in the species known as Hormonious Ragingus. A wild and unpredictable creature that spends it’s day trying to frantically mate with anything female.
Females are rare in this region, indeed there have only been one or two since records began. Most venture but are quickly forced to leave by the shrieking and chest-thumping of the inhabitants.
Now, if we sit still a while, we may observe these creatures in their natural surroundings…yes…over there we can see the first stirring signs of life.
(long shots with narration from Attenborough)
And here we see the Alpha Male we shall call Tony. He is an immense, wizened example that spends his day comfortable in the knowledge that this is his kingdom. And here we see his troop, his…guards if you like…here is one we call Snuggly. A wide eyed and bushy tailed lieutenant, eager to please and quick to defend. And just behind him we can spot Loki, the calmer and more rational. It’s not unusual for Snuggly and Loki to wrestle, to play-fight to sort out the dominant pecking order in the troop.
And to the left, just past the watering hole, we can see the elders of the troop, those that have been here for a while and through displays of dominant behaviour and plain sneakery, have been elevated beyond the normal workforce to positions of false-power and respect.
There is Grix, a playful one with a love of children’s toys and other simple pleasures. Just behind him we can see the one called Goatboy. He spends his day laying about and eating leaves, occasionally throwing his waste at the others and laughing before scrapping with anyone bored enough to venture into his territory.
To the left of him is Sniper. Sniper is rarely seen during daylight hours, he prefers to hide and throw the occasional rock at people.
Newcomers aren’t particularly welcome to this place, and if they are to make a go of life here, then they must learn the rules and quickly.
What appears to be a disarray of hairy knuckle-walkers hides an astonishing series of rituals and rules that make up this complex society.
But I can’t be arsed to go into them all, so let’s look at some of the peeing to mark out their territory.
Should a female wander into the enclave, there is a set dance to be performed.
First, Goatboy usually wakes up and wanders over, sniffing the new arrival before beating his chest and presenting, before retiring to his branch and sleeping some more, ignoring the displays of affections from the female.
Soon after, several of the younger members of the tribe charge over and start to play-fight in an attempt to distract the female.
This can quickly descend into a free-for-all with some members being ejected from the platoon for being stupid.
Once the dust has settled, chances are the female has run off to a less retarded group. Should she decide to stay however, she is subjected to all manner of calls from new arrivals, who are swiftly beaten away by the protective regulars, all the while watched over by the Silverback Tony.
Battles are not uncommon within the group, usually for dominance and control. These scuffles usually occur every 3 months, and can be predicted by the early primping and strutting of lesser creatures, eager to rise in rank and obtain some measure of respect.
Most get weary of these contests and instead spend their time trying to win fruit, decided on by the Lts of the group Snuggly and Loki.
After the fruit has been dispersed (the strongest and fastest win), those unfortunates raise a cry of pitiful complaint, until they too are beaten down from above and slink off to sulk.
There are many other adventures to be had by watching this troop of chimps, but I’m bored and need a smoke.
That’s all for now.
Eh? Eh?
*sigh* I'll explain later.
--
David Attenborough is traipsing through the jungle in his dashing, Roger Moore-like safari get up, talking to the camera:
“And here we are at last, the far-flung and impossible to negate region of the Forums of Special Reserve. Many a creature resides here, mythology speaks of a Dragon, a WookieeMonster and even a Dodo. However, we are mainly interested in the species known as Hormonious Ragingus. A wild and unpredictable creature that spends it’s day trying to frantically mate with anything female.
Females are rare in this region, indeed there have only been one or two since records began. Most venture but are quickly forced to leave by the shrieking and chest-thumping of the inhabitants.
Now, if we sit still a while, we may observe these creatures in their natural surroundings…yes…over there we can see the first stirring signs of life.
(long shots with narration from Attenborough)
And here we see the Alpha Male we shall call Tony. He is an immense, wizened example that spends his day comfortable in the knowledge that this is his kingdom. And here we see his troop, his…guards if you like…here is one we call Snuggly. A wide eyed and bushy tailed lieutenant, eager to please and quick to defend. And just behind him we can spot Loki, the calmer and more rational. It’s not unusual for Snuggly and Loki to wrestle, to play-fight to sort out the dominant pecking order in the troop.
And to the left, just past the watering hole, we can see the elders of the troop, those that have been here for a while and through displays of dominant behaviour and plain sneakery, have been elevated beyond the normal workforce to positions of false-power and respect.
There is Grix, a playful one with a love of children’s toys and other simple pleasures. Just behind him we can see the one called Goatboy. He spends his day laying about and eating leaves, occasionally throwing his waste at the others and laughing before scrapping with anyone bored enough to venture into his territory.
To the left of him is Sniper. Sniper is rarely seen during daylight hours, he prefers to hide and throw the occasional rock at people.
Newcomers aren’t particularly welcome to this place, and if they are to make a go of life here, then they must learn the rules and quickly.
What appears to be a disarray of hairy knuckle-walkers hides an astonishing series of rituals and rules that make up this complex society.
But I can’t be arsed to go into them all, so let’s look at some of the peeing to mark out their territory.
Should a female wander into the enclave, there is a set dance to be performed.
First, Goatboy usually wakes up and wanders over, sniffing the new arrival before beating his chest and presenting, before retiring to his branch and sleeping some more, ignoring the displays of affections from the female.
Soon after, several of the younger members of the tribe charge over and start to play-fight in an attempt to distract the female.
This can quickly descend into a free-for-all with some members being ejected from the platoon for being stupid.
Once the dust has settled, chances are the female has run off to a less retarded group. Should she decide to stay however, she is subjected to all manner of calls from new arrivals, who are swiftly beaten away by the protective regulars, all the while watched over by the Silverback Tony.
Battles are not uncommon within the group, usually for dominance and control. These scuffles usually occur every 3 months, and can be predicted by the early primping and strutting of lesser creatures, eager to rise in rank and obtain some measure of respect.
Most get weary of these contests and instead spend their time trying to win fruit, decided on by the Lts of the group Snuggly and Loki.
After the fruit has been dispersed (the strongest and fastest win), those unfortunates raise a cry of pitiful complaint, until they too are beaten down from above and slink off to sulk.
There are many other adventures to be had by watching this troop of chimps, but I’m bored and need a smoke.
That’s all for now.
About a year ago when i joined, if you posted something, errrrrrrr?
'Anti serious'
Every on would have had ago at you!
'Anti serious'
Every on would have had ago at you!
monkey_man wrote:
> My one about digging a hole will reach 20 soon, and one I did about my cat
> eating something got over 70!
it's funny because it's true.
I asked how many toes people had, and got more than one serious reply.
But this was indeed funny.
I just didn't feel like saying it.
> My one about digging a hole will reach 20 soon, and one I did about my cat
> eating something got over 70!
it's funny because it's true.
I asked how many toes people had, and got more than one serious reply.
But this was indeed funny.
I just didn't feel like saying it.
My one about digging a hole will reach 20 soon, and one I did about my cat eating something got over 70!
Ah.
It's funny, when I post a crap topic about smashing things then it gets 150+ replies.
I do something a bit more creative and nada.
*scratches head*
Wonder why.
It's funny, when I post a crap topic about smashing things then it gets 150+ replies.
I do something a bit more creative and nada.
*scratches head*
Wonder why.
Simple pleasures, I'll flatten your face you damn chimp. :0)
Nice one Goatboy, you should include ant and his colonies are being eatern of the back of Grix!
And include some Regulars
i.e. me
Like your tagline, three kings fan are you?
I am, love that film,
And include some Regulars
i.e. me
Like your tagline, three kings fan are you?
I am, love that film,
Buh?
Geddit? Mist/Fog.
Eh? Eh?
*sigh* I'll explain later.
--
David Attenborough is traipsing through the jungle in his dashing, Roger Moore-like safari get up, talking to the camera:
“And here we are at last, the far-flung and impossible to negate region of the Forums of Special Reserve. Many a creature resides here, mythology speaks of a Dragon, a WookieeMonster and even a Dodo. However, we are mainly interested in the species known as Hormonious Ragingus. A wild and unpredictable creature that spends it’s day trying to frantically mate with anything female.
Females are rare in this region, indeed there have only been one or two since records began. Most venture but are quickly forced to leave by the shrieking and chest-thumping of the inhabitants.
Now, if we sit still a while, we may observe these creatures in their natural surroundings…yes…over there we can see the first stirring signs of life.
(long shots with narration from Attenborough)
And here we see the Alpha Male we shall call Tony. He is an immense, wizened example that spends his day comfortable in the knowledge that this is his kingdom. And here we see his troop, his…guards if you like…here is one we call Snuggly. A wide eyed and bushy tailed lieutenant, eager to please and quick to defend. And just behind him we can spot Loki, the calmer and more rational. It’s not unusual for Snuggly and Loki to wrestle, to play-fight to sort out the dominant pecking order in the troop.
And to the left, just past the watering hole, we can see the elders of the troop, those that have been here for a while and through displays of dominant behaviour and plain sneakery, have been elevated beyond the normal workforce to positions of false-power and respect.
There is Grix, a playful one with a love of children’s toys and other simple pleasures. Just behind him we can see the one called Goatboy. He spends his day laying about and eating leaves, occasionally throwing his waste at the others and laughing before scrapping with anyone bored enough to venture into his territory.
To the left of him is Sniper. Sniper is rarely seen during daylight hours, he prefers to hide and throw the occasional rock at people.
Newcomers aren’t particularly welcome to this place, and if they are to make a go of life here, then they must learn the rules and quickly.
What appears to be a disarray of hairy knuckle-walkers hides an astonishing series of rituals and rules that make up this complex society.
But I can’t be arsed to go into them all, so let’s look at some of the peeing to mark out their territory.
Should a female wander into the enclave, there is a set dance to be performed.
First, Goatboy usually wakes up and wanders over, sniffing the new arrival before beating his chest and presenting, before retiring to his branch and sleeping some more, ignoring the displays of affections from the female.
Soon after, several of the younger members of the tribe charge over and start to play-fight in an attempt to distract the female.
This can quickly descend into a free-for-all with some members being ejected from the platoon for being stupid.
Once the dust has settled, chances are the female has run off to a less retarded group. Should she decide to stay however, she is subjected to all manner of calls from new arrivals, who are swiftly beaten away by the protective regulars, all the while watched over by the Silverback Tony.
Battles are not uncommon within the group, usually for dominance and control. These scuffles usually occur every 3 months, and can be predicted by the early primping and strutting of lesser creatures, eager to rise in rank and obtain some measure of respect.
Most get weary of these contests and instead spend their time trying to win fruit, decided on by the Lts of the group Snuggly and Loki.
After the fruit has been dispersed (the strongest and fastest win), those unfortunates raise a cry of pitiful complaint, until they too are beaten down from above and slink off to sulk.
There are many other adventures to be had by watching this troop of chimps, but I’m bored and need a smoke.
That’s all for now.
Eh? Eh?
*sigh* I'll explain later.
--
David Attenborough is traipsing through the jungle in his dashing, Roger Moore-like safari get up, talking to the camera:
“And here we are at last, the far-flung and impossible to negate region of the Forums of Special Reserve. Many a creature resides here, mythology speaks of a Dragon, a WookieeMonster and even a Dodo. However, we are mainly interested in the species known as Hormonious Ragingus. A wild and unpredictable creature that spends it’s day trying to frantically mate with anything female.
Females are rare in this region, indeed there have only been one or two since records began. Most venture but are quickly forced to leave by the shrieking and chest-thumping of the inhabitants.
Now, if we sit still a while, we may observe these creatures in their natural surroundings…yes…over there we can see the first stirring signs of life.
(long shots with narration from Attenborough)
And here we see the Alpha Male we shall call Tony. He is an immense, wizened example that spends his day comfortable in the knowledge that this is his kingdom. And here we see his troop, his…guards if you like…here is one we call Snuggly. A wide eyed and bushy tailed lieutenant, eager to please and quick to defend. And just behind him we can spot Loki, the calmer and more rational. It’s not unusual for Snuggly and Loki to wrestle, to play-fight to sort out the dominant pecking order in the troop.
And to the left, just past the watering hole, we can see the elders of the troop, those that have been here for a while and through displays of dominant behaviour and plain sneakery, have been elevated beyond the normal workforce to positions of false-power and respect.
There is Grix, a playful one with a love of children’s toys and other simple pleasures. Just behind him we can see the one called Goatboy. He spends his day laying about and eating leaves, occasionally throwing his waste at the others and laughing before scrapping with anyone bored enough to venture into his territory.
To the left of him is Sniper. Sniper is rarely seen during daylight hours, he prefers to hide and throw the occasional rock at people.
Newcomers aren’t particularly welcome to this place, and if they are to make a go of life here, then they must learn the rules and quickly.
What appears to be a disarray of hairy knuckle-walkers hides an astonishing series of rituals and rules that make up this complex society.
But I can’t be arsed to go into them all, so let’s look at some of the peeing to mark out their territory.
Should a female wander into the enclave, there is a set dance to be performed.
First, Goatboy usually wakes up and wanders over, sniffing the new arrival before beating his chest and presenting, before retiring to his branch and sleeping some more, ignoring the displays of affections from the female.
Soon after, several of the younger members of the tribe charge over and start to play-fight in an attempt to distract the female.
This can quickly descend into a free-for-all with some members being ejected from the platoon for being stupid.
Once the dust has settled, chances are the female has run off to a less retarded group. Should she decide to stay however, she is subjected to all manner of calls from new arrivals, who are swiftly beaten away by the protective regulars, all the while watched over by the Silverback Tony.
Battles are not uncommon within the group, usually for dominance and control. These scuffles usually occur every 3 months, and can be predicted by the early primping and strutting of lesser creatures, eager to rise in rank and obtain some measure of respect.
Most get weary of these contests and instead spend their time trying to win fruit, decided on by the Lts of the group Snuggly and Loki.
After the fruit has been dispersed (the strongest and fastest win), those unfortunates raise a cry of pitiful complaint, until they too are beaten down from above and slink off to sulk.
There are many other adventures to be had by watching this troop of chimps, but I’m bored and need a smoke.
That’s all for now.