The 10th Anniversary of this Smee blog came and went without a peep from the staff.
Dispirited and demoralized by the endlessness of their task, the writing room lays in a
listless torpor when it considers extra editions, superfluous Christmas-special type posts
commemorating false “events” such as the true tenth anniversary of the Smee’s blog!
Exhaustified to the hilt are all the various hangers-on, indemnified minions, entails, etc.
(basically the entire edifice of Mister Smitty industries, not just the easily forgotten 6th floor
smithy where the blog posts are churned out).
Dispirited and demoralized by the endlessness of their task, the writing room lays in a
listless torpor when it considers extra editions, superfluous Christmas-special type posts
commemorating false “events” such as the true tenth anniversary of the Smee’s blog!
Exhaustified to the hilt are all the various hangers-on, indemnified minions, entails, etc.
(basically the entire edifice of Mister Smitty industries, not just the easily forgotten 6th floor
smithy where the blog posts are churned out).
So here then, at the elevendy-hundreth anniversary of the Smee’s doings being
immortalized in bad puns and overwritten, jokey, self-referential dross, we say here
here, good show, etc.!
immortalized in bad puns and overwritten, jokey, self-referential dross, we say here
here, good show, etc.!
He turns to his fellow toilers to find the writing room bereft of coworkers,
a ghost town of cobwebs and dust-collecting paperweights.
a ghost town of cobwebs and dust-collecting paperweights.
Who’s left to raise a glass to?
Perhaps you, our dear reader(s?).
