Tuesday, May 8, 2007

Quick! Staring contest. Me and you RIGHT NOW.

Take deep breaths. Hee hee hoo. Hee hee hoo. I know your shock and sheer joy is overwhelming right now, seeing this photo of Hugo Chavocado's lush and beautiful leaves for the first time. Now that Hugo is reaching adolescence, he's been spending much more time in the sunny window of the abandoned office next door. Much like little children need their milk and vegetables, Hugo needs his UV rays and photosynthesis. Even more amazing is the fact that he is flourishing despite the recently negligent activity of his father, whose claims of being in "jail" are really just an attempt to shirk the responsibility of caring for a young and impressionable avocado plant. Hugo's already starting to show signs of rebellion - wearing baggy pants, listening to loud music and hanging out with the "bad seeds".

Another interesting development - it appears that the Ann Coulter-Hugo Chavocado feud has resurfaced. Apparently Ms. Coulter has deemed Hugo (quite correctly) to be an environmentalist. On Monday, she issued an official challenge to Hugo for a global warming debate, the text of which was quite similar to (and just as hilarious as) Lord Monckton of Brenchley's challenge to Al Gore (http://www.heartland.org/Article.cfm?artId=20873). However, on Tuesday Ms. Coulter, apparently deciding that she would most certainly lose, issued a new challenge of quite different proportions. While she may have lacked the ability to debate an issue of national importance, she seemed certain that she would triumph in this new challenge. The text of the challenge read as follows: "To Mr. Hugo Chavocado, Quick! Staring contest. Me and you RIGHT NOW. Cheers, Ann Coulter". The contest took place at 12:22 pm, this the Eighth of May, Two Thousand and Seven.

The Results:



Hugo Chavocado: VICTORIOUS.

1 comment:

Recorder of Pedigrees said...

In light of Hugo's recent victory over Ms. Coulter, I'm reminded of the refined, eloquent verse of the fans of Manchester United:

We've won the fuck'n lot
We've won the fuck'n lot
And now you're going to believe us
And now you're going to believe us
we've won the fuck'n lot!

Good show, Hugo. Good show indeed.