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Pherigo: The Strongest, Beardiest Man Alive!!!

25 Feb

Like a mighty viking sailing on a magical gust of wind, Pherigo landed his sturdy vessel, (the one his Grandmother loaned him), on the yard of a legendary yet normal haunted mansion from days of yore.   Appearing  as quickly as he left, Pherigo plowed and plunged his mighty boots through the dry Texas dirt.  The circus crew was stunned as they sipped beverages made from fire and puffed green cigars on the crooked although stable front porch.  I thought to my self, “Didn’t Pherigo leave yesterday?  How can he be back so soon?” Pherigo is a man whose presence is fierce and strong.  He towers above me and most of the circus performers.  The Tall Man and Gertrude are the only ones who seem to look down at him.  While sailing and  floating on highways made of salt water, Pherigo grew a monstrous entanglement of facial whiskers that encompassed his face similarly to a masquerade disguise.  I must admit, I hardly recognized him through the giant beard!  The circus welcomed him with warm hugs and hand shakes.  He is like family.  His welcome-back party consisted of brisket on the smoker cooked just Wright… right I mean.  Rather than fire works, we exploded cans of green beans and such.  It’s Pherigo’s style to arrive with a big boom, boisterous laughter and detailed yarns from his travels.  His former role in the circus was a samurai’s intern.  But, Pherigo and I shared many stories and beers only to arrive at the conclusion that he must now be the Strong Man.  He has the stature and the muscles to impress a crowd. The crazy beard will be an extra anomaly to add to the Strong Man’s feats.  We also decided that he would wear a pin stripe suite while wowing audiences with his manly muscles.  Welcome back Pherigo!  May your arrival and stay with the circus be bright and strong!  Love, your friend, Mavis Rose Sinclair


Adelaide The Magnificent

6 May

A long time ago, I met this lady who taught me a thing or two about the circus.  I don’t know why I’ve never mentioned her to ya’ll before, because she’s a pretty important character.  You see, this gal is very knowledgeable about the circus.  In fact, she has taught many of our performers secrets that have improved their talents imenseley!  When I first started dealin’ panties, I got a little discouraged about my act.  I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with my life.  And my wooden leg had become somewhat of a burden on me.  I took a year off from the circus about four years ago.  Did I ever tell ya’ll that?  Well, I did!  I wasn’t sure what I was going to do next.  Then, I remembered something that this lady had told me… She said, “Mavis, I think you and Gertrude have real potential.  You should use your friendship to your advantage.”  When that popped in my head, I knew what I had to do!  I went to Ms. Adelaide and sought some advice.  Now, she herself was a master of circustry.  If I told you what she did, you wouldn’t believe me anyway.  Oh, all right.  Her act consists of spinning a web like a spider in front of a live audience… Adelaide is like “the human spider” they say…  she weaves a tangled web of golden yarn… Suspense builds as the drums roll.  The grand finale is when… with one graceful swoop of her arms she untangles the yarn__ and like a cat’s cradle between two hands she reveals a perfectly orchestrated diarama of constellations that spell out:  “Adelaide The Magnificent!”  We still don’t know how she does it.  It looks like some kind of parlour trick.  Anyway, I went to Adelaide for advice, and she suggested that Gertrude and I start up an act.  It was she that really coached us, molded us and refined our act.  We simply wouldn’t be the Gertrude and Mavis we are today without her!  To boot, I would like to take this opportunity (as it is long overdue) to thank Ms. Adelaide.  Thank you Adelaide The Magnificent.  Without the initial nudge in the right direction and the last three years of guidance, who knows where Gertrude and I would be?  Love, Mavis, Juniper, Gertrude and Hilari  😉

Tindr Badger Beard

30 Apr

One day after many years of drifting on the whimsical currents of the sea I find the tide has brought me to a sandy shore and before I can decide if this is the right place for me to set roots or if I should wait for the next hi tide; a strange sensation overcomes me – that of flying – a big grey long thing has wrapped around me and hoisted me up it the air – I find myself face to face with some big ears and tusks – “oh my god its an elephant!” a sea turtle once described one to me as we …as we lazily floated near Tobago….Suddenly I’m dropped it to the outstretch hands of a strangely dressed man – his white face and big red nose I find amusing, not to mention his silly big feet, “This is just the thing I need,” he cries out with joy holding me up into he air, the sun warming my hairy husk. Thus begins a new period in my life – the work is hard but it’s fun, I’m made to feel the center of attention. I have my own little pedestal the holds me up for every one to see, and all I have to do is hold on as they try and knock me off my lofty perch. I remember that first throw – I was sooo nervous – surely I would brake! But no the balls just ping off me and soon I begin to get into my new role at the coconut shy, taunting passers by that they have not the arm or the eye to dislodge me but what great prizes await them if they do. Though one day, I was feeling a little cocky and was shouting my challenges to all, I spot a big fellow with a big moustache curled at the ends – his arms are as thick as the elephant’s legs! “What’s the matter big guy – don’t fancy your chances – I bet if that ball were to hit me it would feel no more than like a small piece of candy floss bouncing of my side…”no you fool” shouts the clown who found me…hold your tongue before its too late!” but alas it already was – I had just challenged the circus strong man!!! He takes aim with a glint of mischief in his eye – the well groomed tips of his moustache twitching a little as I realize he his chuckling to him self – “Come on then ya pansy! Give it your best shot!” He throws…his aim is good. The onlookers gasp and hold their breath…Bang!!!!! The coconut too shocked to speak sails through the air, knocked for six of his pole…. “No” says the clown “he was my best coconut!” I’ll never find another like him” I lie there dazed – something isn’t right…. oh no….I’m leaking, I’m cracked! I’m ruined! This is it the end… The crowd is gathered round the clown with a freshly painted tear on his cheek and his smiley red face now looking sad.  Hang on a minute something is happening…. The crack spreads, growing a little wider – the coconut now silenced forever is spilling milk, a strange light emits from inside the spoiled nut…. The onlookers gasp and hold there breath – “ with a noise like a thousand trees snapping at once the coconut bursts open and the crowd leaps back…a mighty roar issues forth as from the racked husk rises a mighty man with a mighty beard… The onlookers gasp and hold their breath…. This Bearded coconut man stretches and rolls his neck, many a gut turning cracking sound coming from his poor compressed vertebrate – “Bloody ‘ell that’s better they ain’t got much room in ‘em you know” he says to the shocked audience. A pair of eyes open in his beard…a nose pushes forth and smells the air, soon followed by a stripy snout and then like a shot a big badger leaps forth and runs through a bemused but surprisingly quick to get out of the way group of folk. All eyes turn back to the coconut man…who shrugs and explains “ahhh he just needs to stretch his legs” “Ahhh” the crowd nod at once as if they understand – but clearly by their faces they don’t…. Suddenly a yell is heard from a nearby tent – The Coconut man with the now badger less beard strides through the crowd to words the commotion. Sticking his head through the stripy sides he looks around the straw covered floor… “Is this yours….???” a stern looking gaze meets his whilst a slightly sheepish looking badger is held at arms length by his scruff. Coconut man glares and the badger, the badger just shrugs. “Err yes ma’am.” “The bloody thing just jumped into my beard!” “Sorry bout that ma’am” At this a large and slightly grumpy looking hippo emerges from the back of the tent chewing on a cabbage, it takes a look at the badger and begins to growl, the badger growls back, locked in a hate stare with the massive cabbage munching pachyderm. “Play nice,” says the bearded women, removing her wooden leg and giving the hippo a skillfully placed tap on the nose with it. The badger squirms free of her grip and leaps straight back into coconut mans fantastic facial hair, quickly sticking its head back out for a quick growl at the hippo before disappearing completely. “You sure have a way with animals,” says now badger bearded coconut man. “It’s all to do with eye contact…you may call me Mavis Rose and this is one of my hippos” “And allow me to introduce myself…I’m am Tindr Badger beard and this _ the badger popping his head out on queue_ is the Great Munjina…… my, you have a lot of panties hanging up in here……”

-Written by Tom Wilson

Dolly and Minus

30 Apr

Dolly Kante is known for her Toy Soldier act on the tightrope and her incredible balance with a wooden leg.  She is engaged to the tall man in the circus.  His name is Minus because it’s the opposite of plus.  A play on words because of his stature.  Together they make a magnetic couple! Sometimes he spots Dolly when she’s practicing.  Especially when she removes her leg. He’s a very sweet boy.  Minus’ dimples are as deep as the ocean and his heart is as big as the universe.  He’s quiet, but he’s always paying attention to every detail. Oh, and he loves sports. Dolly is a curvy lady with a smile that reaches from East to West.  She’s extremely talented and very nurturing.  I’ve always loved Dolly.  She’s a wonderful friend.  I love it when she comes to visit our circus!  She and Minus are planning to have nine babies.  They will be lovely additions to the circus family!  -Mavis


30 Apr

I am reaching an epic turning point in my life folks!  My hippo training is pristine.  Gertrude’s and my friendship is stronger than ever and our act is down to a “T”.  She and I have been spending the wee hours of the night and morning lately discussing what’s next.  We want to keep our act fresh.  It’s important not to bore the audience with the same routine over and over again.  Now, we already have the circus seamstress making our new costumes.  Gertrude and I collaborated on them the other day!  It’s a big surprise.  So, I can’t describe them to ya’ll yet.  I’m very excited to unveil them at our next show.  New costumes can really spice up a new act.  We’ve been milling over some ideas and we think we’ve come up with some pretty schnazzy ones.  At the moment, as you all know, I beat her into submission with my wooden leg and strangle her with my panties.  However, we were thinkin’ that it would be good to throw in a little somethin’ extra to mix it up.  Now, Gertrude has a few tricks up her sleeve… she could swallow my wooden leg at the end.  (or pretend to anyway)  That might amaze the crowd.  Or I was thinkin’ that occasionally we could do a switcheroo and she could beat me into submission for a change.  What do ya’ll think?  It’s about time we did something a little different.  We need to add a little twist to this whole experience.  We also thought about tying a rope of panties together and pulling them out of Gertrude’s mouth to amaze the audience.  You know, the old scarf in the belly trick.  I think that’s the winner!  She’s very good at it.  To celebrate this new turning point in the show, I invited my old friend who also has a wooden leg to visit the circus.  I thought it might be interesting to have two people beating Gertie into submission at once!  Why not?  My friend’s name is Dolly Kante.  I’ve known her for a million years!  She works at a circus a circus that travels around Europe.  Her act is to walk the tightrope with her wooden leg and then take it off mid act!  The crowd goes wild!  It truly is a balancing feat.  I definitely couldn’t do it.  I don’t have the equilibrium.  And she’s 107 years old!  Can you believe it?  We had a great time when she was in town.  We decided to go hobbling about the circus grounds in our wooden legs to celebrate our new act.  Before we went out, we drank around 6 or 7 mojitos each!  It was so much fun!  Anyway, I decided I wanted to switch out the leg I was wearing for a fancier one before we went out.  So, I went to my closet to get my favorite one.  It’s the purple mahogany with hot pink laces.  When I opened the door, to my dismay, a grass green leg with yellow laces was in it’s place!  “What the hell?”, I screamed.  Dolly Kante came running.  I was perplexed.  How did my leg get switched?  I racked my brain trying to figure out how it could be possible.  But to no avail.  We decided to put up posters for my missing limb all over camp.  We still haven’t found it!  It is such a mystery.  How could this have happened?  No one except for me and Gertie really go in my trailor.  I guess only time will tell.  Until then, I guess I’ll wear this leg.  It’s actually pretty good quality.  And, no, this old lady is not losing her marbles!  -Mavis Rose

Frannie Kitty

30 Apr

Her name was Frannie Kitty.  She was Magnificent!  Here hair was as thick as homemade custard.  Miss Kitty’s mane was as strong as a tow truck.  We had to hire her!  There was no question about it!  I had been searching for years for a beautiful strong woman who could swing, dangle and perform from her hair.  Not only was Frannie beautiful and strong, she was fun to be around.  Everyone at the circus enjoyed her company.  (The boys loved touching her hair)  Her first performance was incredible!  Her long locks glistened in the lights and her costume was gorgeous.  Her assistants harnessed her hair to the swings and cables, and we made sure the safety nets were secure.  As she spun, swung and dangled the crowd watched in pure amazement!  How could someone perform such a feat?  It seemed almost impossible, but Frannie was a natural!  And what a name!!

We will keep her!
Love, Mavis

Sawn In Half!!!

30 Apr

The first show was the next day on the main stage.  The audience was really excited.  These kind of gimmicks always attract a large crowd.  We got a gypsy named Beatrice to volunteer to be “sawn in half”.  She was really thrilled about it.  Everyone was yelling and clapping.  The anticipation was killing us.  I had actually never seen it done.  To tell you the truth, I don’t know how they do it.  (correctly that is)  Anyway, Beatrice stepped up on stage in all her glory.  Her lipstick laden smile stretched ear to ear.  Sequined head to toe, she strutted across the floor to center-stage.  Tom prepared “the box” and “the saw”.  The crowd went wild.  They were on the edge of their seats.  Tom motioned Beatrice to step into the coffin shaped box, and promptly locked the lid like a suitcase.  He told the crowd it was simple,  “to relax”.  Beatrice’s high-heel clad feet dangled calmly at one end, and her lovely head protruded from the other.  Little did she know what was in store for her in the next few minutes.  Tom lifted the shiny saw above his head and slowly lowered it into position.  The crowd went silent.  Back and forth.  Back and forth.  He started slow.  He began to speed up.  Faster. Faster, Fasterfasterfaster.  Beatrice began to scream! One of her ruby-red high heels plummeted to the floor.  “Stop Tom!”  “Stop Tom”, people began to yell.  But, he had an menacing glare in his eye like he wanted this to be his last act.     -The end