Wednesday, October 18, 2006

In Transit

Imogene’s auto-perambulator could transport her children at considerable speed, regardless of wind resistance. Perhaps that was why they were so apocalyptically ugly.

Picture supplied by jacobmarley - ta for that.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

"There now, I'll just find the nearest body of water and drown these little bastards. And when they ask about the terrible accident I'll blame it on a Negro who has stolen my automotive."

-Early 19th Century vehicular infanticide.

Anonymous said...

Moments later the unsuspecting woman's skirts would tangle in the spokes, wrecking the contaption and resulting in an eight-carriage pileup. After the whole mess was sorted out, authorities agreed that the losses were well made up for by the merciful killing of Jenny and Tina- the World's Ugliest Little Girls.

Anonymous said...

Mrs Peabody: What about the brakes?

Honest Joe (car salesman shouting from safe distance): Well, what we're talking about in, erm, brakes terms is the very latest in front-end, projectile assisted deceleration, combined with spring evacuation.

Mrs Peabody: You mean you throw the dog under the wheels and jump clear.

Honest Joe: Yes!

Celia Pleete said...

Your blog is simply brilliant. I've linked you in a besotten, simpering dither.

Anonymous said...

Magritte and Theo hoped their mother's bizarre invention would distract people suffciently to keep them from noticing the siblings were in their thirties.

Neil Willcox said...

Although the oil had ran out, and the equine pandemic had left us with only human muscle power for locomotion, you could tell it was the 2020s by the giant cloned victorian nannies used to power all of industry. It's not the 21st century we'd joped for, but at least it looked like we were in some kind of Hollywood SF dystopia.

Unknown said...

Butch and Sundance. The real early years.

Anonymous said...

The invention of the horseless carriage was immediately followed by the immortal question...







"Are we there yet?"

Anonymous said...

She could, they all could, have enjoyed the ride around in the park if it wasn't for Ms. Silsbury to vomit down the back of Ruth at the mere sight of Gladys's distorted, grimacing face. Ugly, ugly baby.

The Rev. Jenner J. Hull said...

The "infant combustion engine," while exceedingly fuel-efficient, was still considered to be "in bad taste."