Welcome to the terrible majesty of the bray and the cray!
Woah! What a huge fucking blimp! Oh yeah, the Hindenburg is rather large, too.
Oh my god!! I think this is my favorite!!
And she'd keep right on smilin', too. Thinking that everyone is looking at her rather than the dirgible that just exploded.
It's practically standing still now. They've dropped ropes out of the nose of the NonSociety airship; and (uh) they've been taken ahold of down on the field by a number of lusty men. It's starting to rain again and that giant Julia Allison is back; it's—the rain had (uh) slacked up a little bit. Meghan Asha is running the back motors of the ship and they are just holding it (uh) just enough to keep it from— It's burst into flames! It burst into flames, and it's falling, NonSociety is crashing! Watch it! Watch it! Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Get this, Lilly; get this, Lilly! It's fire—and it's crashing! It's crashing terrible! Unique hits are down! Oh, my! Get out of the way, please! It's burning and bursting into flames; and the—and it's falling on the mooring-mast, but Julia is still smiling and posing. And all the folks agree that this is terrible except for RBNS commentators; this is the one of the worst catastrophes in the world [indecipherable] its flames... Crashing, oh! Four- or five-hundred shades of pink and it—it's a terrific crash, ladies and gentlemen. It's smoke, and it's in flames now; and the frame is crashing to the ground, not quite to the mooring-mast, but Julia's spandex seems to be untouched. Oh, the humanity! Oh, the horizontal scrolling! and all the web surfers screaming around here. I told you; it—I can't even talk to people Their friends are friends with Julia! Ah! It's—it—it's a—ah! I—I can't talk, ladies and gentlemen. Honest: it's just laying there, mass of smoking wreckage. Ah! And everybody can hardly breathe and talk and the screaming. Lady, I—I—I'm sorry. Honest: I—I can hardly breathe. I—I'm going to step inside, where I cannot see it. Lilly, that's terrible. Ah, ah;—I can't. Listen, folks; I—I'm gonna have to stop for a minute because [indecipherable] I've lost my voice. This is the worst thing I've ever witnessed except for one particular cover of Wired magazine.
^^^^ FUNNIEST COMMENT EVERThis blog is on fire this week. I am going to get fired out here in **NORCAL!!!** for laughing so hard, so loud, so often.
Careful, now she'll always want to pose with a blimp to make herself look good.
hee-larious comments, all.