Showing posts with label The Spectre. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Spectre. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Give a hoot

Hey people.
For this skit I decided to finally use my DCUC Dr.Midnight figure and his pet owl side-kick Hootie. Yeah I know, but it was a different time back then. A time where it wasn't uncommon to allow young pre-pubescent boys and all kinds of animals to accompany grown men in costumes to fight other grown men in costumes.
Weren't the 30's and 40's great?

Anyways sit back, and enjoy the show:


-Dr.Midnight talking to his pet owl Hootie.
Dr.Midnight: "And the man said what!? Ha ha! Oh Hootie, your're such a hoot."

Hootie: "Hoot, hoot."

Spectre: "Must....refrain...from killing...that....damn owl!"

Dr. Midnight: "What was that Hootie? Yeah it sure has gotten awfully cold all of a sudden. Come on, let's go someplace warmer.  Now Who's a good owl? Yes you are, yes you are a good owl."

Hootie: "Hootie hoot, hoot!"

Spectre: "Oh the hell with this! God'll let me slide on this one, this one time."


-Something bad happens to hootie.


Dr. Midnight: "Hootie? Hootie? Speak to me! What happened? Oh, oh no, no! Don't go into the light! Don't go into the light! 'Sob'."

Hootie: "*..........."

Spectre: "Yesssss!"

Dr.Midnight: " 'sob' Shine on you crazy diamond, 'sob, sob' "

-Looking up at God
Spectre: "What? You let me do it."

We all know people who not just love their pets, but looooooove their pets. They go into baby talk mode, and it can get just fucking unbelievable and embarrassing how far they'll go. Not that you shouldn't show love and affection to your pets and all, but damn, Sometimes the baby/pet talk can get annoying realllll quick.

"I do not endorse this skit, nor it's missuse and death of Hootie the Owl."

Yeah, about that Darius. How in the hell did you go from this:

To this:



Yeah, my thoughts exactly!

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

"I got the Doomsday Prophecy blues"

So, the crazy 89 year-old preacher that claimed the world was gonna' end last saturday is back, and this time he swears it'll happen on October 21st instead. He claims he got his math wrong, and that's why we all didn't burn up and go to hell. Harold Camping, the man responsible for all last week's hysteria, now says instead of 5 months worth of pain, suffering, and needless destruction, it'll all happen at once on Oct. 21st. A Yahoo.com article states Camping claimed earlier in 1994 the world would end then. Maybe he wants the world to end since he's so damn old and decrepit I guess. Numerous news sources talked about him, and now someone else weighs in this topic: you know him very well; you know him as The Spectre.






Oh, and Happy 70th Birthday Bob Dylan!