Skunkville Saga

A quirky elderly Ohio couple & their two talking, married daschunds have many thrilling and bizarre but warm-hearted adventures.WITH HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF direct reader visits on Delphi. Networking + other sites have added CLOSE TO 200,000 readers simi

The later lives of iconic residents in a nondescript American town. This blog novel currently has 2 MILLION words served up as 2,000 nail-biting quick-reading hard-laffing episodes, its 2,000,000 words more than ANY OTHER easily-obtainable novel. KIRKUS REVIEWS (see review on Kirkus site) compares SKUNKVILLE to the works of literary geniuses James Joyce, Thomas Pynchon, and John Barth. SKV Has attracted ~110,000 reader visits to date just on Delphi, plus an equally large number of additional readers on a diversity of other sites now no longer relied on by Skunkville.


Walt, relaxing back in his rotating rocking chair -- now with relaxing up-and-down merry-go-round (MGR) movement and synchronized up-and-down-music -- voulume set by Edna to the lowest audible level; Walt in return reporting, 'Any music this chair plays is of the Silent variety'.... Well, Edna has had a splitting headache from listening to the classic, old-fashioned, corny, carney-like, repetitititititititious music that Walt used to play repetitiously...ditties like 'A Bicycle Built for Poo'. 'I want a Gurl Just Like the Gurl that AcciDentinely Murdered Dear Old Dad', 'Roll Out the Bare (Empty)  'El' (Empty Train) and We'll Have a Bare El of Funky juvesenile, delinquated, blindly destructive Fun So Good You'll Get the RUNTx as you pants, Inclooping kids injuring themselves oxidentlly but painfully  trying to derail the wedding train...I TOLD U GURLS weren't STRUNGENUF T' STEER TRAINS without running them off their narrow tracks and offal a cliff or inter the river....AND NOW YE JEST RUN OVER ED, AND WE'LL NEVERER GET WUT REMANES OF GOOD OL' ED (TEARDROPS FALLING) STUCK TO THE MONSTEROSELY HEAVY TRAIN'S WHE-EL!!'    

.... For some reason....Perhaps the classic 'fatal attraction' of the room's normal  occupants t'wards each uther -- Walt/Edna, Fiddles/Piddles -- continue to stay in the dizzying environment at the same time they are saying or howling things like: 


'I feel like I am losing my touch football with REALITY!! 

I can't even remember how many points ye get for shooting the basketball UP over OR through the BUCKET OR ITS 2-TON BLACKBORED!!??   OR 'I would give a 1,000,000 giant-sized, gourmet, authentic meat-flavored, CUM & GET IT BRAND 2-ton BAGS of  DADA DAWG BISQUITS (THET WE KIDS LOVE ALSO AS ANUTHER QUIRKY ABE LINCOLN ABERATION TO SHOW THIS GENERATION TRULY IS NO DIFFUR RENT THEN ANY OTHER OVER THE LAST TWO MILLENIAS!!) 

Yes, there seems to be no way to a) turn off the rotation and upping & Al Downing of the four Browns b) TO stop or reduce the new roller-coaster like menacing forward and backward movements of Walt's couch and the room's other occupied furniture as well as the EQUALLY BACKFIELD IN MOTION riderless OR UN-(WO)MANNED units, like the terlet at this moment unoccupated, BUTT NOW TRYING TO DRAG ITS CLUMSY SELFET UP THE STAIRS TO THE 2ND FLOORER...As even the kitchen table and chairs are now beginning to make surprising, disturbineing movements, the kitchen now intruding...BULLISHLY PENETRATING several feet into the hardcore of the living room, creating a delusionary scenario for those Brown fambily members accustomed to the 'normal layout'! .....followed by the group or some of its members spontaneously relocating OR  being relocated to odd locations, like demoted the Browns' squalorous homeless-infestled basement, surprising a couple of winos with the appearance of legit fambily membranes, the bums, despite the pleas of the accomodating Browns' taking no chancelors and lea-ping!! up and out the broken window they used to 'take up residence in the Browns' basement in the 1st place, 1/2 gamut ahead of the kindly cicrcus refuge gorrilla fambily that has been living in the B's B-Ment fur a few weekers....
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