
Yeah … I know. Everyone else and their blog is jumping on the Sesame Street train today, but if you would be so kind as to recall a certain puppeteering post from yesterday then you will realize I was in fact the engine in this choo-choo scenario. But let’s blow this puppet stand and jump a few tracks off the PBS block to head south of the equator to Australia, where men raised on the more innocent days of television draw upon Professor Henson’s educational teachings and take puppets to the next obscene level on Wildboyz. Because when the wonder of childhood is lost, and all the toys are broken, how else are we meant to entertain ourselves in a working world gone mad behind cubicles, counters, and desks? Mark Twain was onto something when he penned Huck Finn; I’m just not so sure America paid close enough attention other than to briefly crown it as a Great American Novel before grabbing the briefcase, catching the train, and making it to work before the whistle or boss man blew. Next stop … Willoughby!
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You’ve seen the photo … now feast upon the video, which, in my opinion, stands head, shoulders, and horns above all other Wildboyz moments, acts, and absurdities committed to digital putty between the glorious globe-trotting years of 2003-2005. There’s something here for everyone—especially at this seasonal time of year—whether you like black metal, corpse paint, carnivorous marsupials, sacrificial wallabies that most definitely died of natural causes, mullet wigs, Paradise Lost, pagan overtones, power windows, controversial scientific Latin names, or even door number two (scary though it may be at times). So behold! And let Sarcophilus satanicus take you straight to Hell…