tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828865939332981272.post4958636215547961932..comments2023-10-19T05:45:19.897-04:00Comments on Eric's Daily Horoscope: Must be blood, must be freshAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16428491630726035905noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828865939332981272.post-64040970019296310052012-08-13T19:55:20.899-04:002012-08-13T19:55:20.899-04:00I used to live in Whoresham....they kicked me out ...I used to live in Whoresham....they kicked me out because I wasn't helping reach our quotas of whore-ish-ness-ness.... :)Denanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828865939332981272.post-92041951151619590842012-08-13T14:39:44.678-04:002012-08-13T14:39:44.678-04:00It wouldn't be a musical, but there'd be a...It wouldn't be a musical, but there'd be a song. "Cuntshawhackywhackychokeachicken" would CLEARLY be the "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" of the 21st Century, no?<br /><br />I'm guessing it'd have a call and return structure, since the word "chicken" has quite a few rhymes but, more importantly, those rhyming words are fun in themselves (like 'thicken,' 'sicken,' 'quicken,' etc. and, if you want to go all folksy, you can use words like 'pickin,' 'tickin,' and 'lickin,' etc... all of these words point the sort of musical theatre-styled numbers that would make Porter blush, especially if it were done via an unlikely fusion of country and speed/death metal (maybe "Spittle Cuntry" would be the "genre"). The best part about all of this is that, as an imaginary children's show, it wouldn't have to be about anything except making people laugh about how silly kids' shows are.<br /><br />Am I making sense here? Would you still see this?TJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04194507632084940540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828865939332981272.post-34338371040778573492012-08-13T12:38:45.809-04:002012-08-13T12:38:45.809-04:00I would totally see that show!I would totally see that show!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16428491630726035905noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828865939332981272.post-74305533225946822592012-08-13T12:09:06.736-04:002012-08-13T12:09:06.736-04:00Oh. I get it now. I've been calling it Cuntsha...Oh. I get it now. I've been calling it Cuntshawhackywhacky for almost 20 years. (In fact, when I worked in Horsham, I was a temp and my agency was located in Cuntshawhackywhacky/Chokeachicken.)<br /><br />I do believe that my misunderstanding has a kernel of genius to it, though! We just have to get someone else to write it and split 80% of the proceeds between the two of us!TJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04194507632084940540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828865939332981272.post-32193913243028796162012-08-13T12:03:11.385-04:002012-08-13T12:03:11.385-04:00No,LOL!!, um there was not a children's show c...No,LOL!!, um there was not a children's show called Chokeachicken. (Maybe there should be though) When I first moved here I didn't know how to pronounce the town of Conshohocken. so I just called it chokeachicken when speaking of it to my sisters. Catherine M.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828865939332981272.post-59214421283067533432012-08-13T11:49:18.285-04:002012-08-13T11:49:18.285-04:00I *love* that there was a children's show call...I *love* that there was a children's show called CHOKEACHICKEN. (Actually, I don't think 'love' is a strong enough word; I surely hope the parents appreciated that you were trying to entertain them, too...)TJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04194507632084940540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828865939332981272.post-14606609756411367232012-08-13T11:38:18.816-04:002012-08-13T11:38:18.816-04:00Your filming escapade had me snorting at my desk. ...Your filming escapade had me snorting at my desk. It reminds me of the time I had to design a set for a children's theater in "Chokeachicken" Hope the weather was nice! Catherine M.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828865939332981272.post-10806361015570769952012-08-13T11:30:04.650-04:002012-08-13T11:30:04.650-04:00No locals, except the folks who lived on the prope...No locals, except the folks who lived on the property. Who were very nice to us, as they wanted to use some of our footage for their website.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16428491630726035905noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7828865939332981272.post-77801101097968773562012-08-13T11:21:52.222-04:002012-08-13T11:21:52.222-04:00I used to work out in Horsham, PA... a LONG time a...I used to work out in Horsham, PA... a LONG time ago (back when I was actually still a teenager). That was an experience in itself. I hope you didn't have to deal too much with the locals. Now, dealing with Drexel students might make up for it, but they'd have to be extra special. I'm just glad that you so love your craft. :)TJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04194507632084940540noreply@blogger.com