I am a reasonable woman; college educated; hip; savvy…some might even think me moderately intelligent.
But you might question that intellect once you see this video, because it is, if I may use an algebraic metaphor, “ridiculous cubed”.
But you know me….that meant I HAD to post it..
We were sitting around the offices at Laurie Industries one afternoon….
And one of our staffers, while perusing the IntraWeb, happened upon the very definition of filmed insanity.
This black and white video involves a mess of giddy dwarfs, simulated urination with an impressive projectile stream of Silly String—I think-— plate throwing, vegetable tossing, a brief shot of poultry, consumption of alcohol, maniacal laughing, high pitched, but completely unintelligible conversations–possibly in another language, a self-propelled 1930’s era delivery truck driving in circles and the unceremonial incineration of several Geraniums still in their pots.
All of it is utterly strange, completely incongruous and believe it or not, Fellini was NO WHERE in sight.
All that was missing was a maudlin clown, a drunken, half-naked woman traipsing in some Romanesque fountain at dawn and of course, balloons.
I’m not sure why it was filmed or where…or what it represents, but I feel sure it’s a meeting of the Lollipop Guild (Local #335) completely run amok.
Matt Roloff, where art thou???
Are you ready? Then open your mouths wide, baby birds, cause Mama’s about to drop you one sweet, fat, stranger-than-hell night crawler.