Showing posts with label Hall of the Mountain Grill. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hall of the Mountain Grill. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 11, 2023

Just Taking It Easy

 


Huh, relaxing. Then there's Hawkwind



Hall of the Mountain Grill, or something like that. Here at the Compound we're whistling Dixie. Just taking it easy, until the next time.

"The time has come for you to choose, better get it right." 

Your old Pal,

LSP

Friday, April 16, 2021

Space is Deep


Space is deep, a void we have to travel, said the Shiba, nonchalantly settling into the Captain's chair for a well deserved nap. I couldn't blame him, he'd run well. I checked co-pilot's instruments for course setting. Yes, we were on target, for the Moon and Mars.



Will we get there or disappear in smoke? Not a gambling man, but vote the former. In the meanwhile...

Better believe it,

LSP

Tuesday, February 9, 2021

Disappear in Smoke?

 


Buy, sell, this absurdly popular dog currency? ($DOGE) Knock yourself out and that's entirely up to you. But here at the Compound we're thinking hold, as though our paws were made of diamonds. Devil take the hindmost and twice as fast. 




In for a penny, in for a pound? Bet wisely. America's popular and attractive dog-faced crypto's rooting about in the .07s  and fair play to the pup. Consolidating a new floor. Next step?

MOON,

LSP

Friday, November 13, 2020

The Time Has Come For You To Choose

 



What's it to be, kleptocrat korporate kommies or drain the swamp MAGA? Your call, punters.



What can we say? Time has come for you to choose, better get it right.

Love,

LSP

Monday, November 14, 2016

YUM YUM



Everyone's got their eyes on the delicious Unicorn Steaks they're serving over at Trump Tower, but thanks to the Grunt of Montecristo, we now know that an affordable variant will be hitting the stores shortly.




Here at the Compound we're sharpening knives, laying the table and getting ready for the feast.




Yum, yum,

LSP

Monday, May 11, 2015

Prophet Muhammad. Very Provocative.


There's a new brand of street art that's spreading like wildfire. You can find it everywhere. 



On Walmart trucks.



The walls of abortionists.



On newsstands.



And gas pumps.



Even at Tiffany's!

Is nowhere immune from this grass roots craze that's sweeping across the nation? Will these popular posters keep multiplying, miraculously, across America and from there spread out across the world?

Let's hope so,

LSP


Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Archbishop Welby and the Nunn


It seems that the Archbishop of Canterbury's Correspondence Secretary, Rev. Andrew Nunn, has been blocking heterosexual calls. Shock, horror, dismay and surprise. 

According to Virtueonline: (Viz. the repellent Stonewall)

“After a couple of months I emailed Lambeth Palace to check for a response. What I received was a curt email from Dr. Welby's correspondence secretary stating that no meeting could be arranged and that my concerns would not be considered. When I emailed to explain my concerns, from personal experience, I discovered that the gentleman who replied to me was not only openly gay but also aggressively anti-ex-gay. (VOL has since learned that the man in question is Andrew Nunn). My letter and the preview of the Acception Course had not even reached Dr. Welby or his team because his correspondence secretary had deemed it unsuitable - despite it dealing with all bullying and being closer to both the science and the position of the Church of England.”

Unh Hunh.

And here's an excerpt from one of Nunn's sermons:

"February I’ve just discovered is ‘Queer History Month’ a bit like October is‘Black History Month’. The LGBT, lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgendered community are encouraged to celebrate their history and it’s good that this month began in Southwark with ‘Queer Question Time’ at the new Council Offices just down the road in Tooley Street.
"And I’m proud that when that history is celebrated the name of this Cathedral is written within it."

Some Bloke and Andrew Nunn


Make of that, readers, what you will. Vicious rumours that the Archbishop of Canterbury, Justin Welby, is "ring-fenced" by a privileged "pink mafia" of senior faerie queenes straight clergy are entirely without foundation.

Cheers,

LSP