LAST EDITED ON 04-26-19 AT 07:27 PM (EST)Today I am announcing my GoFundMeKickStarter campaign. Hi, this is your Spoiler Guru, Buzzard Island Spoiler Barry, international philanthropist, and I am desperately in need of lot of money in order to feed the orphans in Fiji. Poor little tykes, look at their eyes, so large and sympathetic, so hungry for a scrap of food this week, flies landing in their eyes and they don’t even blink, and so lost and alone. Won’t you be generous and send all you can to my GoFundMeKickStarter at fund headquarters, c/o Buzzard Island Basher Spoiler Barry. Right hand to God, only the bare minimum expenses will be deducted from the fund for stamps, pencils, pens and ink. And, of course a few other miscellaneous expenses too few to mention.
At least think about it, because if you do, you’ll find that you won’t be able to erase those loveable starving faces from your conscience, they will haunt you forever. As they should, for by avoiding your basic humanitarian responsibilities by neglecting to send me as much money as you can, you will show yourself to be a cad and a bad person, and an enemy of humanity. Like a Nazi. Ask yourself has any Nazi ever helped the poor starving children of Fiji? No, they haven’t. Because they are cads and bad people. And you will be just like those dirty rotten Nazis if you don’t go to the bank, drain your saving accounts, and send it all to:
Buzzard Island Basher Spoiler Barry’s GoFundMeKickStarter Campaign headquarters, LLC.
Tree 167
Crab Alley Road
Buzzard Island
Fiji
Email $$$Barry$$$@Fiji.com
Be sure to include the dollar signs in the address. Plus the dollars in your contribution.
Incentive. For every $10,000 we will send you your choice of a Bob Uecker Beer Koozie (one available), a hermit crab habitat complete with shell and live crab (caveat, or maybe a dead crab, depending on its will to live), or a souvenir dead shark killed by Dave’s E.coli (warning: you should wash your hands after handling E.coli, that stuff can kill you).
Our slogan is “Don’t be a Nazi, be a Yatzi and send me your Money-zi. Please-zi.”
(ed. Kinda cute, right? Credit goes to my student intern personal assistant who has this crazy lip thing going on. No money in it for her, but she does get to turn a disability into a creative outlet).
Meanwhile, thru rivers of tears streaming down my face (tears of sympathy, not, as I have been accused, tears of happiness at watching a scheme come to fruition - and how dare they accuse me of that anyway!) I will present this week’s super supreme spoilers, and not let the bad vibes of detractors shake me from the holy destiny that life has ordained for me. Which is not, I repeat, NOT, to scam people’s money, but to help abandoned orphans of Fiji obtain a basic standard of living. I think that it’s only fair that they should eat at least once a week, don’t you? One bowl of toasted palm frond stew with at least one hermit crab for protein? I also have a plan for orphaned 18-30 y.o. hot mamas with big chi-chis, but that’s a Kick Starter for another day.
And off we go:
Barry’s “Don’t be a Nazi, be a Yatzi” Survivor Spoiler #1: Warthog, a prime example of New York’s semi-intelligent feral porcine population, will root in the jungle sands for any excuse to blame someone besides himself for his abysmal challenge performances. He’s even trying to convince viewers that his failures are “strategic”. His grunting and growling, meant to intimidate his supposed alliance is wearing thin among said alliance, and a pit BBQ may be in the offing for him if he is sent to an EI full of angry and desperately hungry inhabitants. Kelly is already making the sand fly digging a Luau pit.
Warthog’s heading to the wrong platform will be yet another example of Warthog ineptness. Unless of course this also meant to be a “strategic” move.
And if that isn’t enough, there is this last tidbit. He will leave the game muttering that Ron’s vote was the deciding vote against him. That’s his calculation. Well, thanks for your service, Warthog, and I’m sorry the military didn’t make you a normally intelligent person.
Barry’s “Don’t be a Nazi, be a Yatzi” Survivor Spoiler #2: Gavin – sorry, the solar winds from his radiance wiped the hard drive on my computer, I got nothing. Well, almost nothing, he does have a new nick name, “Nightlight”. He and Victoria are the “Glow Twins”.
Barry’s “Don’t be a Nazi, be a Yatzi” Survivor Spoiler #3: Pippi Longstocking...
...aka Victoria, aka the slinky cobra Nagaina - with her stale opal stare and real as shit boobies - is slithering around, looking earnestly in everyone’s eyes, almost promising everyone that she is their friend yet never actually signing a promissory note. Always nurturing a hatred and a willingness to kill, and is just waiting to strike whenever someone offers a vulnerability, such as an exposed jugular or a soft underbelly.
Barry’s “Don’t be a Nazi, be a Yatzi” Survivor Spoiler #4: Momma Reem is back, ready to tuck in her nestlings in at night. Or in the day. And if they object, Mama’s shark grin comes out, along with her shark teeth, and it becomes apparent why she is named Reem. As in what she will do to you. This is one unlovely person, and unless her family back home that she’s so desperate to impress is like the Bumpus family in “A Christmas story”, they are being impressed way differently than she imagines. I only wish she could be voted off a few more times. I think and hope the odds are against her returning to the game.
Barry’s “Don’t be a Nazi, be a Yatzi” Survivor Spoiler #5:
Notice to castaways on Survivor Island: ”Caution, Beach Closure. Due to the septic pollution of the waters around Survivor Island by David the Shit Sprayer, these beaches are closed”.
Fiji EPA
Notice to castaways on Extinction Island: ”Caution, Beach Closure, Due to the septic pollution of the waters around Extinction Island by David the Shit Sprayer, these beaches are also closed”.
Fiji EPA
Barry’s “Don’t be a Nazi, be a Yatzi” Survivor Spoiler #6: Your loyal reporter (me) has just been advised that at low tide, when the land bridge between Extinction Island and Survivor Island was able to be waded, was wadable as it were, the inhabitants of Extinction Island executed a Panty raid on Survivor Island. Apparently they thought that the panties over there were in better condition than those they were wearing when they were booted, sitting in the sand grousing had worn butt-cheek holes in them. And since most of these Einsteins failed to bring their stuff to their respective last TC’s, they also wanted to reclaim their bags. Seems fair, right?
Buzzard Island Basher Barry