Doctor Evil’s Houseboat.
For all you Austin Powers fans, fear not, because he is no longer frozen in outer space, circling the earth, but taken residence on Sydney Harbor. He has taken the guise of function coordinator and luring, would be party goers, to a nightmare trip across the water.
Innocently enough, you will be presented an invitation to, of all things, a wedding. You will be given less than a weeks notice and be asked to do some chores. For me it would be to assist with the photography. It was an occasion that would see me being followed all night by one of Dr. Evil’s Hench men, in an effort to step in front of my shot at every opportunity. He will also use his camera as a weapon to try to destroy your favorite lens and in the effort see your lens cap go overboard.
Dr. Evil has perfected his weather controlling device so that you can’t use your now broken lens as signal mirror when passing by the naval base at Garden Island. Let’s face it folks you are imprisoned on this craft till such time Dr. Evil has subjected you to as much mental torture as he possibly can. His “Weather Machine” has inflicted as many casualties as it can on relatives that you avoid at the best of times. But due to the slips and falls they suffered trying to board Dr. Evil’s boat; they now feel they have a legitimate excuse to annoy you, or the copious amount of mutton, dressed as lamb that would have disintegrated your lens if not already damaged, asking you to take photos.
If you thought Dr. Evil had done his worst, then think again. He has the audacity to serve an “M.S.G.” laced, prison menu. This caused all the junior inmates to act like genital ramming goats and the alcohol making the senior members try to grope you at any given opportunity.
So Folks, Dr. Evil is alive and well and his latest plot to take over the world by subjecting you to mental torture seems like a winner, “Yeah Baby!”
Innocently enough, you will be presented an invitation to, of all things, a wedding. You will be given less than a weeks notice and be asked to do some chores. For me it would be to assist with the photography. It was an occasion that would see me being followed all night by one of Dr. Evil’s Hench men, in an effort to step in front of my shot at every opportunity. He will also use his camera as a weapon to try to destroy your favorite lens and in the effort see your lens cap go overboard.
Dr. Evil has perfected his weather controlling device so that you can’t use your now broken lens as signal mirror when passing by the naval base at Garden Island. Let’s face it folks you are imprisoned on this craft till such time Dr. Evil has subjected you to as much mental torture as he possibly can. His “Weather Machine” has inflicted as many casualties as it can on relatives that you avoid at the best of times. But due to the slips and falls they suffered trying to board Dr. Evil’s boat; they now feel they have a legitimate excuse to annoy you, or the copious amount of mutton, dressed as lamb that would have disintegrated your lens if not already damaged, asking you to take photos.
If you thought Dr. Evil had done his worst, then think again. He has the audacity to serve an “M.S.G.” laced, prison menu. This caused all the junior inmates to act like genital ramming goats and the alcohol making the senior members try to grope you at any given opportunity.
So Folks, Dr. Evil is alive and well and his latest plot to take over the world by subjecting you to mental torture seems like a winner, “Yeah Baby!”
3 comments:
Most amusing.
Stay on groovin' safari,
Tor
Thanks for the comment, Tor, and I am glad you got amusement form the read. I will do my best to keep on my gorove safari.
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