I have Isabella Bella Bella Bananarama Teeny Weenie Mousallini the pussycat zipped up with me in my sweatshirt. It's mighty silly.

I could be silly in my thong underwear, but you do NOT want to see that...

A guy has spent five years traveling all around the world making a documentary on Native dances. At the end of this time, he has every single native dance of every indigenous culture in the world on film. He winds up in Australia, in Alice Springs, so he pops into a pub for a well earned beer.

He gets talking to one of the local Aborigines and tells him about his project. The Aborigine asks the guy what he thought of the “Butcher Dance.”

The guy’s a bit confused and says “Butcher Dance? What’s that?”

“What? You no see Butcher Dance?”

“No, I’ve never heard of it.”

“Oh mate. You crazy. How you say you film every native dance if you no see Butcher Dance?”

“Ummmm. I got a corroborree on film just the other week. Is that what you mean?”

“No, no, not corroborree. Butcher Dance much more important than corroborree.”

“Oh, well how can I see this Butcher Dance then?”

“Mate, Butcher Dance right out bush. Many days travel to go see Butcher Dance.”

“Look, I’ve been everywhere from the forests of the Amazon, to deepest darkest Africa, to the frozen wastes of the Arctic filming these dances. Nothing will prevent me from recording this one last dance.”

“OK, mate. You drive north along highway towards Darwin. After you drive 197 miles, you see dirt track veer off to left. Follow dirt track for 126 miles ’til you see big huge dead gum tree - biggest tree you ever see. Here you gotta leave car, coz much to rough for driving. You strike out due west into setting sun. You walk 3 days ’til you hit creek. You follow this creek to Northwest. After 2 days you find where creek flows out of rocky mountains. Much too difficult to cross mountains here though. You now head south for half day ’til you see pass through mountains. Pass very difficult, very dangerous. Take 2, maybe 3 days to get through rocky pass. When through, head north-west for 4 days ’til reach big huge rock - 20 ft high and shaped like man’s head. From rock, walk due west for 2 days and you find village. Here you see Butcher Dance.”

So the guy grabs his camera crew and equipment and heads out. After a couple of hours he finds the dirt track. The track is in a shocking state and he’s forced to crawl along at a snails pace and so he doesn’t reach the tree until dusk and he’s forced to set up camp for the night.

He sets out bright and early the following morning. His spirits are high and he’s excited about the prospect of capturing on film this mysterious dance which he had never heard mention of before. True to the directions he has been given, he reaches the creek after three days and follows it for another two until they reach the rocky mountains.

The merciless sun is starting to take its toll by this time and his spirits are starting to flag, but wearily he trudges on until he finds the pass through the hills - nothing will prevent him from completing his life’s dream. The mountains prove to be every bit as treacherous as their guide said and at times they almost despair of getting their bulky equipment through. But after three and a half days of back breaking effort they finally force their way clear and continue their long trek.

When they reach the huge rock, four days later, their water is running low and their feet are covered with blisters but they steel themselves and head out on the last leg of their journey. Two days later they virtually stagger into the village where the natives feed them and give them fresh water and they begin to feel like new men. Once he’s recovered enough, the guy goes before the village chief and tells him that he has come to film their Butcher Dance.

“Oh mate. Very bad you come today. Butcher Dance last night. You too late. You miss dance.”

“Well, when do you hold the next dance?”

“Not ’til next year.”

“Well, I’ve come all this way. Couldn’t you just hold an extra dance for me, tonight?”

“No, no, no! Butcher Dance very holy. Only hold once a year. If hold more, gods get very angry and destroy village! You want see Butcher Dance you come back next year.” The guy is devastated, but he has no other option but to head back to civilization and back home.

The following year, he heads back to Australia and, determined not to miss out again, sets out a week earlier than last time. He is quite willing to spend a week in the village before the dance is performed in order to ensure he is present to witness it.

However, right from the start things go wrong. Heavy rains that year have turned the dirt track to mud and the car gets bogged every few miles, finally forcing them to abandon their vehicles and slog through the mud on foot almost half the distance to the tree. They reach the creek and the mountains without any further hitch, but halfway through the ascent of the mountain they are struck by a fierce storm which rages for several days, during which they are forced to cling forlornly to the mountainside until it subsides. It would be suicide to attempt to scale the treacherous paths in the face of such savage elements.

Then, before they have traveled a mile out from the mountains, one of the crew sprains his ankle badly which slows down the rest of their journey to the rock and then the village enormously. Eventually, having lost all sense of how long they have been travelling, they stagger into the village at about 12:00 noon.

“The Butcher Dance!” gasps the guy. “Please don’t tell me I’m too late!”

The chief recognizes him and says “No, white fella. Butcher Dance performed tonight. You come just in time.”

Relieved beyond measure, the crew spend the rest of the afternoon setting up their equipment - preparing to capture the night’s ritual on celluloid As dusk falls, the natives start to cover there bodies in white paint and adorn themselves in all manner of bird’s feathers and animal skins. Once darkness has settled fully over the land, the natives form a circle around a huge roaring fire. A deathly hush descends over performers and spectators alike as a wizened old figure with elaborate swirling designs covering his entire body enters the circle and begins to chant. Some sort of witch doctor or medicine man, figures the guy and he whispers to the chief “What’s he doing?”

“Hush” whispers the chief. “You first white man ever to see most sacred of our rituals. Must remain silent. Holy man, he asks that the spirits of the dreamworld watch as we demonstrate our devotion to them through our dance and, if they like our dancing, will they be so gracious as to watch over us and protect us for another year.”

The chanting of the Holy man reaches a stunning crescendo before he removes himself from the circle. From somewhere the rhythmic pounding of drums booms out across the land and the natives begin to sway to the stirring rhythm. The guy is becoming caught up in the fervour of the moment himself. This is it. He now realizes beyond all doubt that his wait has not been in vain. He is about to witness the ultimate performance of rhythm and movement ever conceived by mankind.

The chief strides to his position in the circle and, in a big booming voice, starts to sing:

“You butch yer right arm in. You butch yer right arm out. You butch yer right arm in and you shake it all about”

I'm sure you feel better now.

:)


(good vibes comin' your way, bunnyfire)

Silly like this:

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Or like this?

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(I guess they might be the same kind of silly.)

Ok, how about this?

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A silly cat pic

Yo, there's a banana in your ear.

Wha'?

THERE'S A BANANA IN YOUR EAR!

SAY WHAT?

THERE'S A FUCKING BANANA STUCK IN YOUR EAR, MAN!


I can't hear you!!! there's a banana in my ear!

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You guys are the everlovin' freakin' best. I mean it.

Ears are perking up-but do feel free to carry on-this is fun.

(btw, reflecked, you win the prize if there was one. You literally did make me laugh out loud, something I rarely do.)

Smooches all round!

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:)

Silly, silly, oh! Here we go! *searches through handbag*

I've got silly string, silly babies-in-hats, silly beer, silly mummified dogs, silly horse races, silly sunbathers...take your pick!

Now, technically the baby is goofy rather than silly but I stuffed him into my purse this morning anyway because you never know when having a baby is going to come in handy.

mr_crash_davis: Where did this come from? I think it's hilarious and I'm wondering if the artist has any others up online?

Iconomy, THAT was just evil. ;-)

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cute (scary?) cat, girls eating sandwiches (profile. must read), dodgy photos (nsfw), really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really scary people, strange people, people with faces on their toes

that's my ear, apples, a kid in the loo

LeeJay, it was the first result of a Google Image Search for "silly rabit", misspelled and everything. I've found that intentional misspellings sometimes yield hilarious results.

bunnyfire, just think of it as Silly-antro.

If Trix are for Kids, who's Chex for?

If Trix are for Kids, who's Chex for?

Bank stockholders.

"From now on I'm only gonna speak gibberish!"

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I'm sure this cat killed the human later that night.

That cat looks drunk.

lol

There's some excellent silliness up there.

bunnyfire, I'm very pleased to have given you a laugh. i'm almost as pleased to know that the sense I had of what would tickle you was on track.

One more tiny pun?


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The bad and ugly king had a beautiful girl as a captive. Though her beauty shone like a thousand moons (and her moon wasn’t so bad either), the dress she was forced to wear was very unbecoming.

She waited day and night, looking out with hope out the dungeon window, searching for the knight who would free her. However, every knight was scared away by her dress, which, as i’ve said before, was very ugly.

She was crying in hopelessness when the evil king jeered, . . .

“See, i told you no knight would rescue a damsel in this dress!!!”