...worse ways to earn a dollar!
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Hugo the Hippo's hilarious encounters with humans
About Me
- Hugo the Hippo
- The People's Republic of Boulogne-Billancourt, France
- My conception had something to do with forgetting to wind a grandfather clock, meaning that I was never created as such but simply historicised. There are nasty stories circulating about a bedridden writer raping a red swan, itself pleasingly conceived and carried out by a casting process in Birmingham delf. I took on plastic form in Denmark some time in the early 1980s and grew up in Melbourne and Sydney, before being imprisoned for most of my adolescent years in an airless plastic storage box. It is only in recent years that I escaped, ostensibly in order to provide a bunch of narcissistic postgraduate students with a ready-made catwalk, and have spent my time since then reflecting on the nature of laughter and the strange ways of humanity. All dialogue with the aforementioned is welcome in order to further my research. Conclusion of the foregoing.
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One dollar coming up! What currency were after?
Update: I had enormous trouble verificating the mot. I think this is because I was distracted by your chocolate.
What currency were you after.
Missing words = some indication of just how distracting that chocolate is.
Chocolate money only, please. In small denominations. I'll quite happily accept pre-1966 Kangaroo pennies if we can agree on the exchange rate...
or there's always the option of part exchange for a card-carrying, passport-holding châtelaine.
ça vaut surtout pour ton esclave humain
let me get this straight.
you arrange yourself in a pleasing flaubertian tableau vivant mit Buch und Schokolade and along comes a chatelaine bearing a purse brimful of chocolate guilders ready to marry l'esclave humaine and conduct you, young hugo, to a place where you can continue the lounging. it sounds suspiciously perfect.
...`twas the lexicon made me do it!
One chocolate money, in da post. (I'm afraid I'm dang fresh out of chatelaines just now.)
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