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Okey dokey smokey, In my neck of the woods, this virtual la-la land of mine, I'm officially changing the name of Plot Bunnie to Yeti Bunnie.
If you've seen The Mummy, you'll know why.
"Now my poor Rhinosteegas, you don't have to feel too bad now do you?"
"Go on, get now... Don't just stay on those postcards feelin' lonely... Yes I know your in a world of strange humans. Yes - yes, I know you've got a hard job scaring people and there isn't any union. Look, just go to the Himalayas for a vacation. You'll feel at home there, it'll give you a whole fresh perspective."
"Finally! That was tough convincing him to take some time off...
The poor guy does have it rough. Bein' a monster and all. Ah well-- at least he'll be ready to work when he gets back. I hope his third eye isn't too sore after his last tusk episode. That's gotta hurt!"
The ethereal blueness of dialogue puts a surreal polka-dotted edge on my day. Understanding Rhinosteegaii is essential to understanding the pain of a millenium of suffering. Supercalifragilistic post Sandra E., I couldn't agree more.
The ethereal blueness of dialogue puts a surreal polka-dotted edge on my day. Understanding Rhinosteegaii is essential to understanding the pain of a millenium of suffering. Supercalifragilistic post Sandra E., I couldn't agree more.
When I was a wee lad, I had a train, but it was no ordinary train. This train looked downright phallic. And what I used to do, is take this train, and I would put it into the tunnel. However, much like the train, the tunnel was also very out of the ordinary. It was very "furry". Despite these setbacks, I found a great amount of entertainment ramming my train into the furry tunnel. For hours I would do this.
Then, when I hit puberty, I realized the very subtle nuances of all this, and soon became ashamed. I couldn't tell anyone about this, for it could ruin me socially, but I just couldn't stop. Then, in the summer of 1995, my family decided to get with it in terms of technology and signed up for the internet. It was at that moment that I realized that there are many people far more screwed up than I.
There was this one time, at band camp....Aww, who am I kidding? I've never been to a camp in my life, but maybe I should have been because it would have been a lot safer than the "pseudo" after school guardian program I was involved in when I was 14 years old.
Anyway, I was 14, and this lady came up to me and said nothing outside of "I bet I can make your skull cave in". Me, being quite unfamiliar with what that term meant, just sat back and said "Wow, that's pretty interesting. How do you propose to do something like that?" Well, I got on guard, expecting her to try and hit me with a 20 oz framing hammer, when all of a sudden she...
This is a PG-13 board. I'll stop right there.
About two weeks ago, I walked up to somebody and blatantly told them they're ugly. They proceeded to not react at all, yet step three feet off the curb in front of a speeding bus. RIP Ethel Bumperstamp.
Once on a hot and chilly day, I went purple gleaming down the friggin' coral engines, you know, the ones across from the improperly terminated SCSI port? Yeah. That one. Well, before I could pluck the kumquat, don't you know that she gargled a subtle potpourii of oragami and TSA? Yeah, No kidding. Gurn Blanston, no doubt.
Failure is only the opportunity to begin again more intelligently - Dove Chocolate Wrapper
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