Feeble fun with Weebleman

You post needs body, reasoning, structure and possibly even a small metric measurement of ‘pinash’ before even the most credulous of Drunk’ites open any kind of susceptibility to your wild acquisitions.

Let me tell you a thing or two about “The MacKenzies of Paradise Cove" that you may not or may not know.

“Then the Capos came in with big rubber sticks. These rubber sticks
had metal rods inside them. They began hitting and beating the people, not caring where the people were struck. Blood was gushing from heads and eyes, wherever they were struck. We were told at the end of the day every one would be gassed because they did not need more workers. The Capos killed people just for pleasure during the night so they would only have to give bread to the survivors. They held many dark skinned people in another special ciganer barracks, mostly families. These people were not given the chance to work; they were gassed.”…..…. Sean Marshall puts down his copy of Holocaust/Rubber crossover erotic fan fiction ( I would like to point out at this juncture that I am in no way implying that the Holocaust is fiction). Troubled by the recent flop of their TV brainchild “The Weeblemans of Hell Box” Marshall and long time gay lover Stevens have slipped into a world of unparalleled horror where they view Auschwitz as Viagra and gas chambers as karaoke booths. They have exhausted their personal fortunes and any pennies they do manage to scrape together only go towards funding their sick and saddening tinned fish addiction.

As they sit huddled together, pissing on each other to keep themselves warm, a rampant knock is heard from the front door. Who could possibly want the attention of these outcasts?

Stevens pulls himself to his stumps for the first time since ‘the accident’ and wades enthusiastically towards the large oak door at the end of their living room. Realising he is now to short to reach the handle he collapses into what can only be described as a ‘concentrated nervous fuck’. Marshall, to tinnitus ridden to hear Stevens’ screaming waits anxiously for the return of his lover and their unexpected guest.

The man behind the door is in fact Clu Gulager, a colleague, friend and TV conceptionolist extraordinaire. Worried by their absence from studio meetings he has called round to see wad da scope iz. Clu is tall, and built like a “Dutch Piss House”, thinking his friends may be in trouble “He Takes It” upon himself to “Enter with Force”( I would like to point out that Clu Gulager has absolutely no connection to homosexual pornographic film industry).

Shocked and disturbed by the scenes he is faced with he decides to offer the pair a lifetime contract staring his pet project, a certain “The MacKenzies of Paradise Cove"

And so Mr.Weebleman what may appear to you to be no more 350 lines of flickering elctro-pulp is in fact one of the greatest stories of human kindness ever told.

Basically, do your fucking research!