Elephants.
Hello underlings. Again your ignorance concerning common areas of knowledge has led me to write some more words, about things. This time it’s elephants?
Ephelants?
Yes indeed.
The history of the
elephant is long and boring. It all started in the Woolly Age when elephants were woolly and their name was Mammoths. It would not be until later that they would realise they were named after Mammoth Cave National Park in Kentucky and be forced to seek a new moniker (elephant) in order to avoid copyright issues.
They would later find that they had existed several tens of thousands of years before human civilisation had been established, but by that point it was too late, all the forms had been sent in.
The mammoth period was relatively interesting nonetheless, involving many a scuffle with a dinosaur, often arising from an argument about who last put the rubbish bins out on a Thursday or why there was toothpaste on the toilet seat (dinosaurs are notorious jerks).
An elephant never
fails to impress the ladies. It also supposedly has a good memory, but I’m still waiting for the fiver I lent to Henry last week. On second thought, Henry may actually just be a human with a very long nose. There’s me again, always too quick to animalise people based on outstanding facial characteristics. I’m pretty sure Alan the Duck is actually a duck though.
The animals certainly have their uses. Many a time have I used them to my strategic advantage when placed in a tight spot. Have a look here at this bit of a Soduku I was trying to finish off.
Pretty tricky stuff, and I’m awful at Sudoku, and I am always spelling it wrong which never helps matters. Anyway after a certain, very short, spell of deliberation I unleashed the mother of all Soduko on this Sudoku.
No problem!
Elephants are made of
various different minerals, which give them their grey leathery texture, and rough feel when rubbed against the tongue. Also, they smell of elephants; I cannot for the life of me imagine a situation where this would be beneficial, but you never know. Their tusks are made out of piano keys, and it is for this reason that elephants are natural musicians. The African Elephant orchestra is wonderful if you can make it all the way over there; if you want to check them out there are fairly frequent trains to Redditch.
The food of
elephants is nuts (yeah it’s crazy, har har), we all know this from circuses and Disney’s Dumbo. But what do they have for pudding? We just don’t know. Some say meringue, others say this is far too delicate a dessert for the elephant’s unwieldy flat feet. However these people are quick to criticise, but if you press them for a better answer they will bury their heads in the sand. These people turn out to be ostriches. Animalised again! Well that’s what you get.
And finally,
Why is there a steering wheel on your crotch?
Yarrr, it’s drivin’ me nuts!
14 comments by 2 or more people
[Skip to the latest comment]Mathew Mannion
Those evil elephants…
11 Sep 2005, 20:15
That damn pirate joke…
11 Sep 2005, 20:20
Their fantastically far fetched fancies!
11 Sep 2005, 21:49
My latest research in the feild has conclusively proved that elephants like currant buns for desert. They also get very annoyed with impolite people.
11 Sep 2005, 22:16
Damn, forgot that was signed in as Dan, the last comment (and current one) is actually Helen.
11 Sep 2005, 22:17
Elephants: evil – or misunderstood?
11 Sep 2005, 22:53
Nick Howes is
an elepert
or…an exephant?
11 Sep 2005, 23:10
Mathew Mannion
This style of writing
is really annoying, just for the record.
12 Sep 2005, 01:21
Somebody's just jealous…
12 Sep 2005, 11:44
I like
it.
12 Sep 2005, 12:30
Elephant, elephant, walking like a tree
How are you so beutiful Mr. Elephant?
How do you suspend those chocolate pants
That you wear upon your knee?
This has been a poem about elephants. Thankyou and goodnight.
12 Sep 2005, 13:43
I like ephulumps.
P.S. that pirate joke's rubbash
16 Sep 2005, 16:53
Mathew Mannion
The pirate joke is amazing
16 Sep 2005, 16:58
I much prefer the hilariously postmodern non-joke version that was featured once on Something Awful.
28 Sep 2005, 19:42
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