Sunday Shoutout: Pop Goes the Lemonade

What better way to end a hectic week than being holed up in bed coughing yourself to death? Being at the pub, I suppose, but currently I can't even make it as far as the door to even so much as consider some J20 a packet of cheese n' onion. Only joking, J20 is more expensive than Wayne Rooney's electricity bill after yet another NBA 2011 bender.

What has that got to do with today's post? Not much, except for the fact I've been forced to make my own entertainment with only the World Wide Web to aid me. Wading through the dirge and endless 'I am disappoint' image macros is an almost impossible task, but rather rewarding should you stumble upon just a single hidden gem. A bit, anyway.

Pop Goes the Lemonade is a repository for El Poppo's variously unusual and rather rude short stories. Here, have a sample quote for free:

“Get off my chair you bare arsed lunatic!”

So far I have yet to see any lemonade, which you might recall was once my only vice. These days it is but one of many unsavoury and potentially illegal 'hobbies' increasingly occupying my waking (and sleeping) hours, but enough of that for I might be writing something incriminating.

Never mind about the carbonated beverage, because there's plenty of fun to be had in its absence. Already we have part one of a (literally) cheesy story set in the fictional Edanomel Land --yeh, it's lemonade backwards-- ending in one or more people going down the plughole. Which is always amusing, especially if the hole is 3 inches and you're 6 foot 5 and 16 stone. I'm not sure how tall or heavy our protagonist is here, but it scarcely matters: just read the story.

For the Twits out there, El Poppo also has a feed over at that Twitter thing, which you might want to check out as well if you have five minutes to spare.

And so I leave the text editor one shoutout lighter and feeling no better. Oh well, there's always the lemonade...