mark it in your diary
I am pleased to confirm that mrs.peacock's dates for the upcoming Oddfellows New Zealand International Comedy Festival 2005 are as follows:
Wellington:
Indigo Bar & Venue, 171 Cuba Street
Wednesday 11 May, 8pm
Thursday 12 May, 8pm
Auckland:
The Classic Studio, Level 1, 321 Queen Street
Friday 13 May, 10.15pm
Saturday 14 May, 10.15pm
Tickets for the Auckland show will be through Ticketek (I'll provide a link as soon as they're available); tickets for the Wellington show will be available on the door (or you can email us for bookings).
3 comments:
I have seen mrs peacock before, performing at indigo, and have never been more disgusted in my life. A short twenty second song was performed in witch a man named 'Horse Cock' is described as a 'Regular cunt splitting machine'. Now, I am a man with a small penis and was there with my wife. She was so taken with the song that she is to this day still in search of 'Horse Cock'. My wife also met with a foul accident at the hands of your tom foolery when she searched the web for and had an encounter in a dark room with who she thought was 'Horse Cock' but didn't read the fine print in which it was written not 'Horse Cock' but 'A HORSES COCK!'
To cut a long story short. You are both dicks. real dicks. and you suck ass too.
From Disgruntled.
Dear Disgruntled,
While we are sorry for your loss, we feel that it is perhaps a little unfair to blame all of your troubles on mrs.peacock.
As a small man, it is your responsibility to find a woman whom you can satisfy with your tiny organ. Surely if you truly loved your wife, you would desire her happiness above all other things? All we did was open her eyes, where you had, for your own nefarious purposes, chosen to mislead her.
Also, without wishing to appear cliched, sometimes it's not the size of your tool, but the way you use it.
Finally, I think you may have misheard the lyric. While we did (on a single occasion) play a song entitled "Horse Cock", the actual closing line of the song is "He was a fine gentleman and well loved by one and all." Any true mrs.peacock fan would know that we would never be as coarse as you have suggested.
Dear Anonymous,
Mrs. Peacock detest the Scots. We hate their national instrument (you can make the sound of a tortured animal much more effectively by torturing an actual animal), we hate their national dress (we're not 100% against men in skirts, but tartan?), and we hate their national dish (we should revere the gentle and intelligent sheep, not eat its stomach). And we fucking hate "Braveheart".
Therefore we would never go to Edinburgh, and consequently you must be thinking of an entirely different band.
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