Get Lucky!

[Njaco]

The New Fall Schedule for BBC 61!!

BBC 61 is proud to bring you the Fall Television lineup - an amazing array of exciting shows to keep you entertained for a whole hour!

Check out Wednesday Nights when BBC 61 presents "Get Wilbur!" Remember sharp, bright comedy with no laughter that tells a compelling story? Look no further! Wilbur, the haplessly side-kick of Sam Slade from the popular "Get Lucky" show gets his own program full of wild adventures and crazy situations! In the first episode, Wilbur, now a central tunnel support on the M4 has his hands full trying to keep his in-laws from tearing each other apart when they all try to borrow the same book - "The 1994 United States Tax Code" - from the local library. Get ready to laugh so hard you'll need new underwear!

Following "Get Wilbur" is BBC 61's surprise hit, "Get Lucky", back for a new season starring Sam Slade as the private eye who tries to get Lucky in every episode! This season Sam tries not to bore himself and TV viewers by actually getting Lucky and forgoing any of the popular culture refrences that have worked in the past. In the season opener, Sam gives up on the Lucky case and hires Jim Rockford from California to finally Get Lucky. Adult situations not possible.

On Thursday nights tune in to the 13th season of "Libyian Idol!" Crack open the Koran, put on your hijab, and watch as 99 virgins compete by singing the same 2 songs for 23 weeks - "Kill All the White People" and "Ahmed, the Dead Terrorist"! Hosted by Mr. T, billed as the new face of BBC 61, "Libyian Idol" will keep you on the edge of your tent! Must see car-crash TV!! (Not to be confused with Kuwati Idol -ED.)

Fridays will never be the same as BBC 61 presents "The H-Files". Watch in suspense as 132 GOA accountants try to decipher Hillary Clinton's tax returns from her hubby's presidential years. Can total feminist domination get any better? "The H-Files" is a dedicated showcase for the next generation of comedy and entertainment talent, especially for the next 4 years. A word of caution - this program is not intended for young children and may cause sleep apnea in everyone else.

Watch BBC 61 for all you're News Media Needs!!!

Go to the BBC 61 Talk site to find forums and more info for your favourite shows. The BBC 61 is not responsible for the content of external internet sites or anything shown in their trashy sit-coms.

[Wayne Little]

Now we're gettin somewhere....I think?

[wilbur1]

OOOOHHHHH S##T!!!!! this is funny!

[Lucky13]

This is GOOOOD...!

[A4K]

Wow, Danger Mouse is back!!! Is Hillary Clinton playing the role of Silas Greenback or the caterpillar??

[DBII]

Laughing to hard to type.....

DBII

[Matt308]

Njaco, you effer, if you are not plagarizing this $hit, you are in dire need of a publisher. You are brilliant man. How comes none of your other posts are worthy of the letters you use?

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[wilbur1]

Originally Posted by Matt308

Njaco, you effer, if you are not plagarizing this $hit, you are in dire need of a publisher. You are brilliant man. How comes none of your other posts are worthy of the letters you use?

More! More!

Beer comes to mind

[Njaco]

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[Njaco]

I made the train with 5 minutes to spare, which was lucky because she went off like a niner at a wharfies picnic! By the time I made it out of the room I was as happy as a dog in a hub cap factory. She was even fitter than a Mallee Bull. That was one room service I wasn't gonna forget! I settled in my seat on the train and gazed out the fly-encrusted window. Would this next step finally get me to Lucky? I went over the clues that I had - the "Para Handy" show was about the west coast of Scotland, the concert at Campbelltown Pier had a few Scandanavian bands playing and there was probably alot of drinking there - all vices that Lucky might follow. I hoped I was on the right track and I would get Lucky soon. And what the hell was that smell? The train had the odor of an aborigine's armpit!

With my nose stuffed into my shirt the whole trip, the train finally pulled into the Ardrossan station and I sought out the conductor and some fresh air. I found him by the baggage area. He was dressed up like a Pox doctor's clerk and he could probably open his mail with that nose! Holding back an urge to laugh, I asked where I could get a ferry to the isle.
"Ain't no ferry to the isle, ya numpty." he said.
That wasn't what I wanted to hear.
"How do you suppose I can get there." I said.
"I suppose you take a plane. Airports just outside of town."
"How can I get there?" I replied.
"Well, I would use the noodle you got at the top of your shoulders and...."
"Save your breath. You'll need it to blow up your date." I cut him off and went to look for a taxi.

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[Njaco]

The taxi went in and out like a fiddlers elbow through the town and I almost did a video lunch a few times. I still had to shake hands with the unemployed and that ride didn't help. We pulled up to a grass field with a few planes and a falling-down nasty wooden shack full of dead flies with a sign across the front that read, "The South (something) Flying Club". The heat of the afternoon made it drier than an Arab's fart and the place smelled of it. I threw Richard Petty a couple of bucks and looked around. It didn't appear that the place was even functioning let alone an airport. There was debris and rusting pieces of metal all about with snippets of yellowed grass pushing through in places. I was just about to relieve myself when something shuffled through the door of the shack and into the sunshine.

He looked like Groucho Marx on vicodin and was covered in grease and oil stains. He had on a single coverall and nothing else, the hair on his shoulders looking like a jungle.
"Help ya?" he asked and then spit a wad of some brown-green mass onto the ground which missed and hit his foot. It disappeared in the growth of hair that reached to his toes.
"You charter flights?" I asked, stupidly.
"Yup." he said and then swallowed - what, I didn't want to know.
"I'm trying to get to Campbelltown. Can you take me?" I glanced around this train wreck of an airport, looking for something that reminded me of a plane.
"Yup." he replied and coughed, hacking up another brown-green mass, this time hitting his other foot.
"Umm, how much?" I asked now having to pee and possibly puke at the same time.
"50." he said and looked me over, his hand scratching for something around his rear area. I was afraid of more brown-green masses.
"OK, what do we go in?"
"Behind the house." he said and waved his hand behind him.
House? I could tell he probably couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions on the heel. But I wanted to put an end to this case, so I strolled around to the far side of the shack and was greeted by a large, silver plane that blinded me in the sun.

[ccheese]

Chris: I agree with Matt. If you're not stealing this stuff from some comic
book, you need to give up that dirty/stinking Animal Control stuff, buy a good
computer and put this stuff to print. After a couple of chapters, a publisher
should be kicking your door down. But, first you need an agent......

Here's my card !!

Charles

[Wayne Little]

Simply BRILLIANT!!..

[Wildcat]

Funny stuff Njaco!!

[A4K]

Can I have your autograph, Mr. Njaco ?!!! Love it, Chris!!!