Peeps, the debate in Parliament over whether to give visitors’ visas to Marie and MadMadMargo was the most vociferous that anyone in Shalampax can remember. That’s not saying much because it’s typically difficult to differentiate between debating and snoozing in the Shalampax Parliament. Nonetheless, there was considerable fervor this time.
The debate about MadMadMargo split almost perfectly on gender lines. The men took one look at MadMadMargo’s picture and insisted that a visa must be granted; the sooner the better. They are all convinced that they will be able to woo her when she arrives. Saliva was seen to be involuntarily drooling out of the sides of the mouths of some male Members of Parliament while they debated.
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Moldybread the Mime
Moldybread, who is infamous for his disastrous weather balloon experiment, has been studying the art of mime through a free online course that he found on the Web. His studies almost ended in tragedy when, while a rehearsing a performance piece, he became trapped in his imaginary box and couldn’t get out.
Moldybread was stuck in the box for more than a day. Fortunately, on the day after first becoming trapped, his wife wasn’t sleeping with anyone else that night so she came home. She found Moldybread, led him by the hand out of the imaginary box through the imaginary door that Moldybread was unable to imagine, gave him some water to hydrate him, and had sex with him because, like I said, she wasn’t sleeping with anyone else that night.
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You would think that students on a miserable little island, such as Shalampax, with nothing to see and nowhere to go would be interested in learning about the wider world. However, if you think that about Shalampaxian students you are wrong. Our students generally show a complete lack of interest in geography class.
Leakycondom, the new geography teacher at the Shalampax school, thinks the problem is not the students, but rather the dry way that geography was taught by her predecessors. Leakycondom is determined to change that.
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Hi peeps. If you read the comments on my previous column you’ll know that, upon learning for certain that Marie is her biological mother and a Shalampaxian is her biological father, MadMadMargo had some questions for Marie.
Specifically, MadMadMargo asked, “Will Marie want to meet me? Will Marie like me?” She went on to suggest that Marie might want to join her in visiting Shalampax. This assumes, of course, that the Shalampax parliament approves her visit and waives the usual cannibalizing treatment of visitors. (There is still no word from Parliament on that, but I expect a decision within days.)
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As all Shalampaxians know, a rogue wave struck our island yesterday. Not only did it wash over our plateau, but the wave reached right up to the third floor of our building.
Fortunately, our bullet-proof windows and the building’s waterproofing held, so there was no water damage. However, the building shook so much when the wave hit that the contents of many cupboards and shelves ended up on the floor. The result was a lot of broken dishes.
Until The Shalampax Department Store is able to get a new supply of tableware, many people will have to share plates and glasses during meals. Or they can eat directly off the table and drink from the bottle.
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