Fractured fairy tales from a 50-something
By the way. For those of you who want to know who St. Reptilicus is, think of him as a psychotic Dionysus. Or as a giant grasshopper from Mars with psychic abilities. Either one is appropriate.
Piggy is the high priest/mascot. I think the Piggy dance pretty well established that. Well…it pretty well established something. Or maybe it just made you pee your pants. Which is mostly what St. Reptilicus does so there is a tie in.
Unless, of course, it’s Thursday. Then Piggy comes under the title of Main Course. And St. Reptilicus, widely known for his large and razor sharp teeth, is arbiter of succulents. Or is it succubus? I know sucking comes in there someplace. I can never get that straight.

Piggy relaxing in his specially designed bed. Comes with a steam-bath option for extra tenderiz…relaxation. The bed was a birhtday present from his Uncle Tenderloin.
The best explanation I can think of is to listen to the Bob Wayne's Weblog theme song. Yes, that's right, I have a theme song (conveniently stolen from "What Do You Want From Life" by The Tubes). Enjoy and don't forget to tell me what you really think!Official Bob Wayne's Blog Theme Song
dawnpatika
March 13th, 2008 at 12:37 pm
Poor Piggy’s got nothing to dance about today, does he? He looks a wee bit surprised and not at all happy to be in his present location. Release him, release him I say! Let him live to dance another day.