A Secret Secret Park Party
As those of you who have been with us from the beginning will know a Secret Park is a fenced in area within a city centre that is only accessible to people who pay a fee to become a member of that particular Secret Park. On numerous occasions John and I have made a point to both break in and ridicule secret parks, both for their ridiculousness and snobby nature. Today however, a new era in Secret Park pompousity has begun. Today John and I witnessed a Secret Park celebration in which various fun activities accompanied by music are engaged in. This celebration, from what John and I can deduce, is to celebrate how much better Secret Park members are then everyone else. They use fun games, free food, and music to show anyone passing by how great it is to be in the Secret Park and how lame they are for not being in a Secret Park. This has made me hate Secret Parks even more.
In other news John and I have begun a wonderful new section of the site which celebrates those viewers who have shown extreme dedication to lastoke.ca by commenting and supporting John and I as we desperatly try to entertain people. Those viewers who have commented more then 20 times on the website will become permanent members of HIP. Which of course stands for HUGELY INVOLVED PERSONS. This section will involve all sorts of awesome stuff like special HIP videos and awesome lastoke bonuses for all members. Stay tuned as we will try to have the section up as quickly as possible. Maybe even on monday!?!?!
The First three HIP memberships have been appointed to:
- Dabble and the Mad Sow, now HIP01
- Nathan, now HIP02
- Alex, now HIP03
Sittin' in the passenger side of his best friend's ride,
Stuart from Canada
Stuart from Canada
posted by Stuart from Canada at
18:52
5 Comments:
So isn't the HIP designation a bit like a 'secret park' for your biggest fans?
Wierd...I don't think I could ever fully understand the thinking behind secret parks. Oh well.
you ridded your beard.
lol @ David.
John, your grandmother was a nanny in Edinburgh in the 1950s, and took her pasty-faced toddler to DRUMSHEUGH GARDENS - the very same place you now observe. She said she had a huge iron key for the gate - about 10 inches long, and all the other nannies wore black pinnafores and starched white aprons, and sat on the park benches talking while their toddlers were strapped into their prams. But your grandmother didn't have to wear a uniform because she was a nurse, and she let her toddler run free on the grass and played ball with him and let him get DIRTY (!!) much to the shock of his mother...
How far we have come, eh?
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