Another video from Little Miss Sunshine. Gramps has some pointed advice for 15-year-old Dwayne the Nietzsche freak. Ah, have any among us has been spared the mortifyingly antiquated life lessons from a dribbling elder?
From the same NORFANZ expedition as yesterday’s very attractive Mr Blobby photo. But as always, Squid is exquisitely beautiful while comparatively speaking the other sea creatures resemble nothing so much as a bloated and lethargic 45-year-old Kevin Federline. Who needs neon when they have Firefly Squid, eh? Can’t you imagine a party at the Aquarium beside a wall tank of Squid? Ah, better than a disco ball!
via Fark. How did this piece of unrestrained glam rock Boraticism and bad Engerish escape me for this long? Long live Molvania!
Hey baby, wake up from your asleep.
We have arrived on to the future and the whole world is become…
Electronik, supersonik. Supersonik, electronik.
Hey baby, ride with me away.
We doesn’t have much time.
My blue jeans is tight,
So on to my love rocket climb.
Inside tank of fuel is not fuel but love,
Above us, there is nothing above
But the stars above.
All systems gone, prepare for downcount!
5
4
3
1!
Offblast!
Fly away in my space rocket.
You no need put money in my pocket.
The door is closed I just lock it.
(Hah!) I put my spark plug in your socket (Hah! Ha ha hah!)
The sun in sky is bright like fire!
You and me gets higher and higher.
Heart of communication fire!
Only thing can stop us is flat tire.
(Hah! Hah! Ha ha hah!)
Hey love crusader, I want to be your space invader.
For you I will descend the deepest moon crater.
I is most stronger than darth vapor.
Obey me, I is your new dictator.
For you is Venus, I am Mars.
With you I is more richer than all the czars.
Make a wishes on a shooting stars, then for you I will play on my cosmic guitars!
Ladies and gentlemen, fasten your beltseats.
We has commenced our descent.
I trust you enjoy this flight as much as you enjoy this accent.
Now, back on earth, is time for down splash.
Into sea of eternal glory my spaceship crash.
People have arrived for to cheer me from near and far.
And as I bloat, I open door and shout:
I am world’s biggest washed-up superstar!
(Supersonik, electronik)
As for sure as the sun rises in the west, of all the singers and poets on earth, I am the bestest.
Come, let me put ring of jupiter on your finger.
Then, like a smell around you, I will forever linger.
Okay, is time for end, no more will I sang.
Let me take you back in time, I want for you to experience big bang.
Long live space race, long live Molvania.
Ain’t he a charmer? You can see he takes after his daddy. I wonder if it’s true what they say about noses and…
The pic was taken by Kerryn Parkinson of the NORFANZ expedition by the Australian Museum. Mr Blobby is a Fathead (guess where they got the name?) or Psychrolute, and he is obviously loved for his warm personality. Or his staggering wealth; he’s no uglier than Aristotle Onassis, come to think of it.
Hmmm, is he single?
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