While his wife was locked up with 15 spongy squirrels
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Oh behave~!
SpongeBob Squarepants has a squirrel friend named Sandy Cheeks, but this looks more like a PBS “Masterpiece Theater” type show…
It is one of their live action inserts.
Extremely “loose” connection win!
So if she was locked up with 15 spongy squirrels, was he locked up with 15 spongy mooses???
15 spongy mosses. They paused before they explained how this was used as a contraceptive.
Ha
That made me think of the “sponge worthy” Seinfeld episode!
It’s probably hard to find fifteen spongeworthy squirrels!
The guys are 2 cosplayers with squirrel’s tails attached to the back of their pants.
Death to cosplayers! Death! Death!! DEATH!!! Stabbity-stab! Stabbity-stab! DEEEEEEAAAAAATH!
Oh noes! There’s blood all over! Quick, bring some buckets and spongy squirrels!
Bleeding spongy squirrels are self-solving problems!
The plural of moose is moose.
Hehe. Möse.
I just asked 15 mooses and they all disagreed. Fourteen said it was “mooses” and one insisted on “meese.”
Whether moose or elk, they have as much of a plural as fish or sheep.
My friend’s Canadian. HE should know.
My friend’s a moose. HE should know!!!
Every single item has a plural, of course. That’s not the issue. The issue is the FORM of the plural.
Hence the term, “getting squirrely.”
Is this a relation to the “Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater, had a wife but couldn’t keep her; locked her in a pumpkin shell…” etc.?
It’s from a French movie, “Le Mystère de la chambre jaune” (The mystery of the yellow room), adapted from a french book by Gastin Leroux (1908). If anyone care, there’s a sequel to this book/movie which is called “Le parfum de la dame en noir” (The perfume of the lady [dressed] in black).
Actually, I WAS going to ask… go figure.
Me too. I was dying to know about any sequelae.
Perhaps it uses the 17 spongy wildebeests I hear so much of?
Actually, His name is GastOn Leroux. Sorry for the typo.
Well, if you know so much about it, why don’t you explain why the hell his wife would be locked up with spongy squirrels? Or what the translation was actually supposed to be, ’cause that’s what I came to the comment section looking for. *sigh of disappointment*
She needed to be punished
She was locked up with 15 spongy Sequels. Pay attention, for Pete’s sake.
Yes, yes! We know, monsieur! He wrote La Fantom de L’Opera! (sorry if I spelt that wrong)
This sounds like a Monty Python sketch.
“Dinsdale? Dinsdale!?!” sayeth Spiny Norman.
(I knows, hedgehog, not squirrel.)
Brother Buck is back!
Ah Yes, Brother John (isn’t that a Neville Brothers/Wild Tchoupitoulas song?), and you can hold the applause.
A few weeks back I got “Moderated” out the ying-yang, and got a bit annoyed that my comments got cut 4 or 5 times. I realize my jokes can be bad, but still…
Last straw came when, during the loverly “Family Gay” comment fest, I made a comment defending my beliefs on freedom of speech and was censored. I defecate you not. Wrote a heated e-mail to the authorities, did receive a nice response from the powers that be in the Engrish universe who said the removals were mistakes made, but I was PO’d enough I left for a while. I just reposted the aforementioned free speech comment and waited to see what happened; if I were to be welcomed with open arms. It got “Moderated”, but passed muster this time and it is now sitting in that stream being unread at this moment. And here I is, like a bad rash (herpes simplex II, no doubt).
Didn’t get the DT’s when I went cold turkey from Engrish, but boredom and malaise remained, and I will confess to missing the witty repartee. Witty more or less.
It is sometimes hard to figure out why something gets moderated on this site. I first ran into trouble with the thread about r@pe, which is why I avoid that word altogether now. I can understand why that might set off the moderation bot, since I’m sure they wouldn’t want to have a post advocating r@pe on the site. But a couple of other times I encountered moderation when I had no clue what the offending word might be.
This was the explanation I received-
Hi BuckinaRut,
We’re so sorry that your comment got deleted. Sometimes moderators may accidentally delete a comment that shouldn’t have been deleted, so we are sorry about that. Have a lot of your comments been deleted? Sometimes also the comments get caught in the spam filters, and our moderators have to fish them out, so there is a delay in that as well.
Thanks!
Emily
*bow* Arigato gozaimasu!
Senseisama
Like I said, I know my jokes can get bad at times, but the filters consider them to be spam? That, perhaps too, was a sign that maybe I need to cut back on the commenting.
Well, that’s polite but uninformative. I had expected mention of Viagra would set off the spam filter, but it didn’t. Like most others on this site, I have found it easier to modify words related to secks, like that one, although I have used the word sex without getting moderated. I’d have thought the rules would be easy to figure out, but they don’t seem to be.
Yup, that’s my impression, too.
To continue flogging this particular horse, I’ve gone through this on other sites- I e-mail the fearless leaders of the sites each time it’s happened and asked, “What did I do wrong? What was unacceptable? My comments didn’t seem to be any different from all other commentators, and I definitely didn’t go as far….”
And I get the polite but uninformative message back. How can one stop doing something wrong if you have no clue, and no one tells you, what it is you’ve done wrong. Frustrating. I do have a feeling on this site it’s probably a more subjective Oliver Wendell Holmes “I know it when I see it” (I believe he was the justice who said it) kind of thing since I see words you change go unchanged and uncensored in other comments. Maybe the moderators has a pms, even the male ones. So I don’t know. Obviously.
I do find I prefer it most times when you modify words and come up with “secks” (a particular favorite); its a touch funnier if done wittily… since any fool can cuss but not many can do it with style and elegance. May Jove condemn it to the Underworld!
Now there’s a funny thing- (besides the ones in your post): I posted a reply to this thread yesterday and it seems to have disappeared into the ether!
that’s nothing, I was trying to post for ages until I recently gave up.
OK, that worked, so here goes: I’ve had replies fail to appear here before, but in most cases I can see where the cause could have been computer/internet faults. The most recent instance involved missing or corrupted cookies (the ones that log me in to this site).
I’m not ready to call “shenanigans” at this stage, but I’m not ruling them out either.
It seems from my experience that “moderation” is just a ‘bot holding up the works until a human gets to check the comment. I don’t recall any of my “moderated” comment actually getting dumped, and AFAIK I’ve never been banned.
I’m sure there are some are some bugs about, now. I just posted a reply further down, and after I hit INSERT, after the usual delay the page returned & stopped at the picture, like it does if my comment hasn’t stuck. Just for fun, I hit the “Back” arrow on my browser, and there was the page I should have been seeing, with my comment right there.
I have had the actual bold type “YOUR COMMENT IS AWAITING MODERATION” thing hanging at the top of my comment for an hour or two, then “poof.” I can be paranoid, definitely, but this time I think I have empirical proof. You see, Sasquatch sent me this here Christmas Card with the return address of Olympia National Park…
Does concern me though. Now both you and I’m the chief may be guilty by association and your reps will be forever tarnished on Engrishfunny since you’ve been seen communicating with the dreaded Brother Buck.
I’ve had comments disappear into the ether, await moderation, so don’t take it too personally.l
Welcome back
I think you’re one of the more interesting reads…lightyears ahead of the run of the mill, “OMGWTFLOL” commentators…
Awwww, hell. Now you got me so embarrassed I’m gonna have to go hide again now… gawrsh.
But I do try, occasionally succeed, and it’s nice to know I’m appreciated. *sniff*
I never got much into “Email-ese”, I’m a prose writer, I’ve always written things out… hence the novellas you get occasionally as comments from moi.
Still….gawrsh….*sniff*…*blush*….etc.
I second what Jennifer said. It’s particularly entertaining that you write with an accent.
Although this “writing with an accent”, does tend to make the posts terribly hard to read. I skip the long ones to be honest… I guess it’s due to the fact that I spend most of my day dealing with people from the Indian continent, and once I get home, I fancy a break…
They must be from Southern India, then.
Though I don’t recall Messrs. Mason and Dixon doing any surveying anywhere in Karnatka, or Jefferson Davis settling down in Bangalore.
Karnataka, that is. Typing too fast.
Funny, “hard to read” usually isn’t a criticism I get much. “Clear and logical” and “with a nice flow” have been recurrent comments I’ve gotten from high school through university, and these are folks who are not all from the Southern US but North and West (can’t go too much farther east in Virginia or you run out of US). And foreigners, including those whose first language isn’t English. I lose folks usually through subject matter instead of my writing/speaking itself, which is why I take care to be “clear and logical.” I have noticed the prose thing, even when straightforward and not smart-alecky, loses people on the internets (as it has with you by now, probably), especially, “ahem”, in the hell that are singles ads.
It’s kinda like with what I ask the Fearless Leaders of this sight, “What am I doing wrong? What do I need to change?” God knows, Ms. Grr, I don’t want to burden you, just make you laugh…
And I apologize, folks, for another damn novella.
YOUR COMMENT IS AWAITING MODERATION
POOF!
Doth I see the birth of a meme?
YOUR COMMENT IS AWAITING MODERATION
POOF
Waitaminnet! Did you just call me a “POOF”? Why you call me a poofter? ’cause I have a pms?
Heh heh! Just kidding! I picked that word from one of your earlier posts. I expected a Brit or an Aussie to get that meaning. I’ve noticed some very exotic references in some of your posts, so I’m not really surprised that you got it.
I was thinking you were Aussie, but partway through typing I wasn’t as sure so I dropped the lines insulting both you and Aussies in general. I had to run with the pun, though, just couldn’t resist, Dreadful Pun Fairy or no Dreadful Pun Fairy.
Speaking of exotic references, no one commented on a thylacine reference I made earlier, not even the Tasmanians. But that was probably ’cause the joke just wasn’t that damn funny. Thought I’d keep you on your toes, though.
FAIRY!
Fairy?
I always thought of myself as more of an Ogre type. Or maybe a Bogle.
@ Buck: Yeah, I’m an Aussie, and real Aussies can take a joke.
I recall reading your comment about the thylacine, but I can’t find it to check the details. The lack of comment may be due to the fact that the critter is usually called the Tasmanian Tiger over here, even though it was no kind of cat, just like the koala is not a bear (but Is suspect you already knew that).
He didn’t settle down in Bangalore, but he did perform there in concert. I heard he really rocked! (That concert is now regarded as the birth of Southern Rock.)
That’s right! He hooked up with that Leonard Skinner dude on gittar somewhere around Marrakesh on that concert tour and they kicked major heinie from the Atlas Mountains to the Ganges delta. A classic, dude!
Ravi Shankar jammed with ‘em, too, but on the tour bus he sat on his guitar, giving birth to a wholly new instrument, the sitar.
The writers I tend to like the best, Shakespeare, Chaucer, and Samuel Clemens, are all noted for reproducing colloquial speech. Those are my role models/corruptors. Tain’t, though, full enough of myself to think I’m quite in their league. I gotta ways to go their, if I even got the chance.
But again now…. *gawrsh* *blush* *etc.*
Heck, I got Moderated out for a link to a Wikipedia site on a Looney Tune cartoon.
I was too embarrassed to ask why. Is the word “Sheepdog” offensive on some languages?
Maybe some warped minds think a sheepdog results from inter-species secks.
Brother John is sleeping, heedless of all those morning bells. On a loosely associated note, I once signed into a hotel under the name of “Sonny LaMatina.”
Ma aéroglisseur est plein d’anguiles!
Je ne vais pas acheter ce tabac, il est rayé
Baisse ton pantalon, Sir William, je ne peux pas attendre l’heure du déjeuner
Now do it in Hungarian.
Zut alors! Python en Français! Mon cerveau fait mal!
Non, ce n’est pas etrange, pas du tout: Madame Beulah Premise parlais le francais quand elle a telephone Mme Satre. “Quand sera-t-il libre? Ooooh, she says he’s spent the last 60 years trying to work that out… Tres amusant, Madame S”…
now do it in mime so that we can all understand.
*shrugs shoulders and raises eyebrows, stands on stepladder and dials imaginary telephone, jiggles up and down with a French accent, pantomimes laughing to an invisible Mrs Conclusion, etc.*
NO up and downing! Not even in French pantomime!!
Avez-vous besoin d’un caniche toiletteur?
Mon caniche ne fume pas!
Que votre caniche peter?
Neither the google translator nor my long-ago high school French can handle that one, but I think you’re asking if my poodle farts.
so that is “eau de toilette” or odour of toilet
With nasty, big, pointy teeth, a vicious streak a mile wide!
Well, you know what they say… If you lay down with nuts, you wake up with squirrels!
Are squirrels anything like “crabs”? Just trying to keep up with the current slang.
Plus, I’m trying to see if you might be talking about an ex-girlfriend, the thought of whom makes me shudder with fright. But that’s a subject for my Puh-sychotherapist.
I lay down with a policeman, and woke up with swine flu.
‘Ullo, ‘ullo, what’s all this, then? Someone not keeping his truncheon clean?
I have been invited to kiss his asp on occasion, but we’re married so he’s allowed to talk like that.
was his chestnuts hoary?
If I ever have reason to believe that his chestnuts are in any way whorery, you will read about it in the news, because he will die in a fashion that the coroner will report as particularly grisly, and yet somehow strangely amusing at the same time.
The French word for sponge is éponge (clicky). One of its meanings is a slang term for a drunk. This could explain a lot, being locked in a room with 15 dipso squirrels.
Now that definitely sounds like the ex I was talking about above.
No, it really wouldn’t. How on Earth would you identify a morbid craving for alcoholic drink in a squirrel? And where would you get 15? And why would you look anybody in a room with them? Unless squirrel is being used for ‘nutjob’ instead of tree-rat, then it’d all be easy.
Once I read that spongy might mean drunk I figured squirrel might mean nutty. The only reasonable thing I could figure was that she was locked up with 15 crazy drunks.
Reminds me of my college days…
You remember yours?
Funny, I don’t remember mine. Oh, that’s right, there weren’t any!
You were smart to not let college interfere with your higher education!
Of course, when I was in college, we took “higher education” quite seriously. In fact, it was the only thing we took seriously!
I remember the few that were boring. But I’ve had people tell me so many stories about the others over the years that I can almost remember them.
must be extra absorbent.
Most of us are.
This looks like The Great Gatsby, but probably not. God I hated that book/movie/story!
Perhaps they’re talking about “sponging” like living off of. Maybe these squirrels are spongers, always looking for a handout, and can never pay you back.
They make big promises of 3 nuts next week for 1 today, the they welsh on their promise. Or is it rabbits that welsh?
Naw. Corgis.
Perhaps the Spongy Squirrels are some kind of violent French street gang?
You should have seen them skitter when the Poodle Pack came through. They’re standard poodles with teacup poodles their backpacks and attitude.
From what I hear, they are deadly rivals of the Squishy Shrews.
Plus, the Slimy Stoats wanna rumble down on the Champs Elysees.
But the Skanky Skunks, they gots the whole Left Bank racket all to themselves.
This sounds much more interesting than the version of West Side Story my mum made me sit through all those years ago.
Ah yes, Paris. Where only the river is Seine.
*le clonk*
Wasn’t he a character in Hogan’s Heroes?
They all respond “Yes Sir” to Badger.
Wind in the Willows reference? I just don’t remember skunks in that; I believe skunks are purty much exclusively ‘merican….
But I do remember, and jolly well enjoyed, messing about in boats.
“Wind in the Willows”, and the joy of meeting one in person. Everyone says “Yes Sir” to a badger.
PePe Le Pew, French Skunk extraordinaire!
Obviously, PePe Le Pew was actually an ex-pat ‘merican living on the Left Bank and hanging with Gertrude Stein and her ilk. Ernest Hemingway always got pissed (no, not that way) with the luck and skill PePe had with the madamoiselles… (maybe that did make him get pissed in that way)
Mon caniche a pété.
Can’t you just blame it on the… oh.
LOL! Well played!
Sponge Bob Square Squirrel?
Reminds me of:
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Well, if at first you don’t succeed, find a way around the problem.
One more try just because I can:
Strange. Someone will have to show me how to embed within a post here, because nothing I try works.
I don’t know how to do that either, but just adding a link from my bookmarks list works for me. Also, copy/paste the address directly from the site page has worked.
For the benefit of those of us outside the US, what’s the link about?
Adult Swim’s Robot Chicken. Sponge Bob is asking Sandy Cheeks how she got pregnant when she had … oh.
0_o People outside the US can’t stream from [AS] video? That’s a shame.
It’s bloody annoying! I don’t know why; we can get to the page, only to be told we can’t see the clip.
Thanks for the details, PG. I don’t follow Sponge Bob, but I might have to look into it.
SpongeBob is one of the few things my 9-y-o daughter watches that I can stand.
When I was recuperating from a very smooshed foot and ankle injury, I would sit in my mother’s living room with my niece, who was about 11 or 12 and who had some nasty stomach virus who’d watch Nickelodeon all day and I’d be sure to be front and center when SpongeBob would come on. When the Captain came on I’d scream all the responses like all the other good kids, the “AYE AYE CAP’N!” and the “SPONGE BOB SQUARE PANTS!” during the theme song and try to get my niece to join in. She’d just ignore me, the party pooper. I think she concluded I was in serious need of some counselling.
I do the Captain’s parts, complete with gravelly voice, and my daughter screams the responses. My wife concluded I was nuts many years ago, so this doesn’t surprise her. She’s right, of course. I always say that people do not end up in mental health by coincidence! Unfortunately, most mental health professionals don’t realize they’re nuts, and instead consider themselves models of sanity. My approach is always hey, we’re just two nuts in this crazy world, and maybe together we can figure out a few things.
The dilemma remains, tho. Is he gay? (he holds hands and skips with a pink starfish) straight? (he DOES seem to have the hots for Sandy) or bi?
Duh, he’s a sponge! He’s pretty much receptive to whatever’s around!
Don’t sponges reproduce asexually?
I took the the clip from The Perfume of the Lady in Black http://www.jaman.com/movie/Perfume-Lady-Black/0WWlk0xG5nes/ Its gotta be the most weirdest film I have tried to watch in ages! lol
Okay, so this is from the movie “The Perfume of the Lady in Black”, I think I am going to see that movie to see the fifteen spongy squirrles myself!
My first thought was… “Eeww… Spongebob and Sandy had kids???”
I always wondered why a squirrel would put up with all that scuba gear 24-7.
Through the fire and through the squirrels!
To grandmother’s house we go!…?
and i have no std’s
But what’s that strange-looking lump on the end of it? Oh, wait- that’s you !
And the penis replies “would you believe that it started out as a little pimple on my scrotum?”
HAHA foxtel thats so classic ahha fail foxtel