MMM-mmm - chock-full of Cecil-y goodness!
Liberal felt safe to come out of the shadows, now that Unca Cece has shuffled off his mortal coil.
Slug Signorino now portraying Cecil Adams as walrus - an ancient symbol of death - rather than turkey.
Marilyn Vos Savant wearing OPD (“Officially Pronounced Dead”) patch in author’s photo of latest book.
Cecil Adams frequently said he would never allow television series ER to jump shark in his lifetime.
Publishers offer no explanation for ongoing delays in publication of Straight Dope VI: Cecil Goes to Monte Carlo.
::thumps the Gospel of Cecil: the Straight Dope Book::
Y’all are going to Hell for this, y’know. . . :mad:
“Blasphemy!!” I say.
Tripler
Believers rejoice! Cecil lives forever! [sub](in syndication)[/sub]
This Sunday, on the Children’s Book Best Sellers list, the latest stop in the If You Give A series, If You Give A Hungry Cecil-Zombie A Brain will debut at Number 1.
According to Google®, Cecil Adams now brings fewer hits than Edie Adams.
Cecil seldom shows up on anybody’s Dead Pool entries.
Nonsense. He’s merely taking a long, but well earned, nap. “Cite?” you say? Well, in What did people in the 1900s call the decade in which they lived? Uncle Cecil wrote: Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going upstairs for a little nap. Wake me in 2010.
Not yet, but the margin is alarmingly narrow.
Oh! I have slipped the [del]leather[/del] surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, — and done a [del]couple[/del] hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and [del]fought ignorance[/del] swung.
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung [del]dung[/del]
My eager craft through footless halls of air. . . .
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever [del]albatross[/del] eagle flew —
And, while with silent, [del]messed-up[/del] lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of [del]Dog[/del] God.
-Cecil Adams has not thrown his hat into the “Anna Nicole Smith’s baby is MINE” ring.
Somebody got him with a 1920’s Style Death Ray.
Jet planes on treadmills are no longer able to become airborne.
Cornflakes are no longer manufactured by General Mills.
I’m pretty sure what I hit on that dark road was a deer. Reasonably sure…
He’s undercover in Baltimore trying to figure out just what in the hell is up with those folk.
I was supposed to meet Cecil at the 2006 Midwestern Death Ray Fanciers Convention in Indianapolis.
When I went to the hotel lobby to meet him, he was not there, and the only signs of his presence was that school friend of his who became a Chicago detective and a pigeon coop.
When I called his house a week later to ask why he didn’t show, Dr. Bergen Evans picked up the phone and said rude things to me.
As for the sign- the letter I received back (after some cajoling) explaining his absence was obviously by someone who was right-handed.
He hasn’t been seen since he got his 18"DHIBJD
I’m afraid it’s true:
http://www.googlefight.com/index.php?lang=en_GB&word1=Cecil+Adams&word2=Grim+Reaper
Actually, Cecil died saving us all, by sacrificing himself to Vulcan to stop the latest eruption of Mount St. Helens. Unfortunately, as he wasn’t a virgin it was only a temporary fix.
So how many Celebrity Deathpool Points? Did anybody have him?
Doug, who has been ootsy-cutesying over other people’s cats since who laid the rails, finally has one.
Hijack to say that is one purty kitty there. [/hijack]