More Chat

We’re going to have a break with tradition this week as my usual guest blogger is off being busy and important so it’s been left to me to come up with something. As I didn’t even touch on the true brilliance contained within Chat yesterday, I thought we’d have another delve into everyone’s favourite magazine.

I’m heading straight to the back pages as the most crazy stories are always contained there in the Blimey! That’s Bonkers! pages. Yes, everyone, they’ve called it Blimey! That’s Bonkers!

Hands up everyone who says that when they see something strange. You’re walking down the street, perhaps, and you see something strange, a dog sitting at a table eating a pizza, perhaps. Let’s say that’s what’s happening.

Would you:
a) pinch yourself to try and wake up?
b) get your phone out to photograph this crazy scene before you? or
c) stop, rub your eyes in a DickVanDykeInMaryPoppins type of way and go, in your best old-school Cockney accent, “Blimey! That’s Bonkers!”

In fact, you don’t even need to answer. I know it’s c), isn’t it?

So anyway, here we are, in the back pages of Chat. You’re Dick Van Dyke and the lady in the story is, well, she’s a skunk lover. She loves skunks. Loves them. Her pet skunk, Pepe Le Pew (I didn’t make that up, honestly, it’s all real) loves his hair being blowdried. Yeh, he stinks…

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…but that’s not the point because little Pepe is just so ‘odour-able.’

Her friend also had a skunk and so what else was there to do but enter them into a skunk beauty pageant as Wayne and Coleen Rooney? I mean, duuuh! Obviously! (Again, I’m not making this up, it’s all real.)

Just to kind of finish the article off, we’re shown a picture of the skunk dressed as a bee.

Yeh, you want a peice of that action, don’t you? Well, don’t worry, I wouldn’t leave you out of this fun. Here he is, the little smelly skunk thing, looking a bit depressed (check out the eyes, there’s sadness there) and dressed as a bee.

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And there you have it, readers. And blimey! Was that bonkers!?

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2 responses to this post.

  1. Honestly, I would be sad and depressed if I was forced to wear what the skunk is wearing.

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