I love that he's wasting so much time on this

Easily_Remembered

To Seth Simons, "no" means "yes"
Dickens would announce out his window how many words he had written that day to strangers who would ignore him.

I say! You there! Yes, the gentleman in the stovepipe hat! I have written five hundred words today! Quite the pretty penny it will earn me! I am now about to engage in amorous conduct with my bricky second wife!
STOVEPIPE HAT : "Bah! Stuff it, ye blowhard wankuh!"

DICKENS : "Street charlatan! Report and avert thine eyes!"
 

Easily_Remembered

To Seth Simons, "no" means "yes"
Ladies and gentlemen! A street urchin absconds to the moon to eat taffy! What say you? Dare I write more?
*a young punk walks onto the street wearing a shoddy facsimile of Dickens' clothing*

KID : "Look at me, everybody! I'm Charles Dickens! I'm a bleedin' pooftah!"

DICKENS : "No, rapscallion, you're not me! Impersonation urchin! Report to the authorities and pay him no heed!"
 
*a young punk walks onto the street wearing a shoddy facsimile of Dickens' clothing*

KID : "Look at me, everybody! I'm Charles Dickens! I'm a bleedin' pooftah!"

DICKENS : "No, rapscallion, you're not me! Impersonation urchin! Report to the authorities and pay him no heed!"
STREET VENDOR: Real smashing buggy, sir! Could only afford the six horses, eh? Ironical considering the power needed to haul your ample carriage, you blue-nosed gollumpus!

DICKENS: False, you vagabond! There are eight ponies in line, ephebe! And I cut a svelte figure, you stripling!
 

Easily_Remembered

To Seth Simons, "no" means "yes"
STREET VENDOR: Real smashing buggy, sir! Could only afford the six horses, eh? Ironical considering the power needed to haul your ample carriage, you blue-nosed gollumpus!

DICKENS: False, you vagabond! There are eight ponies in line, ephebe! And I cut a svelte figure, you stripling!
*suddenly, a large framed black gentleman in tattered clothing walks into the square, and hollers up at Dickens*

BLACK MAN : "Master Dickens! Good day to you, sir! Fancy I come about your domicile this evening to visit upon the lady of the house with plumes of smoke from me chimney?"

DICKENS : "No, ebon child, ye hath not filled my wife with thine rotten clouds of rectal leavings! Away with you!"

*behind the black man forms a line : one man clutching a tattered pink blanket, one holding up a crude charcoal drawing of Dickens' rusted iron fence, one claiming to be the incarnation of his less than impressive horse drawn carriage....*
 

Stent

big cat nigga all season
*suddenly, a large framed black gentleman in tattered clothing walks into the square, and hollers up at Dickens*

BLACK MAN : "Master Dickens! Good day to you, sir! Fancy I come about your domicile this evening to visit upon the lady of the house with plumes of smoke from me chimney?"

DICKENS : "No, ebon child, ye hath not filled my wife with thine rotten clouds of rectal leavings! Away with you!"

*behind the black man forms a line : one man clutching a tattered pink blanket, one holding up a crude charcoal drawing of Dickens' rusted iron fence, one claiming to be the incarnation of his less than impressive horse drawn carriage....*
A small boy raps upon his window. 'Telegram, Mr Dickens! Telegram, sir!'

'Who in blazes rouses me before the midday?'

SIR YOU ARE FAT STOP

'Gadzooks! Will this infernal nemesis Birmingham Dan never cease!'
 

Raymond

it's not a V6
I've been working on a feature length reboot of Fish.

*hold for thunderous applause*

IN. FUCKING. SPACE.
"How about a re-imagining of Irreversible with yours truly?"

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cliveowen

atalker
Pats source:


Shocking that a company that sells walking tours to tourists are the only people on earth that know where scrooge lived.

Also, Pats research consisted of typing "ebenezer scrooge house address" into Google and going with the first result. I spent more time researching this for my post than he did for his book
 
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