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 Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 5:47 pm
Well, then King Tut would come back from the grave and yell "Holy ****, what the **** is this thing with the blinking lights?!" and then he'd jump the cat, use the SUPER DUPER toilet paper to mummify it, and then sacrifice it to Buddha.
3nodding
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 8:44 pm
but Buddha will eat the supper toilet paper controlled kittah and he will become all over lord of the monkey people!!!!! eek
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X Bone Daddy X Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 23, 2009 11:40 pm
Scream 'Til There's Silence*Flails about*
NOT THE MONKEY PEOPLE!
*Falls over* Scream While There's Life Left V A N I S H I N G
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 8:55 pm
o.o
*jabs Andrew's side with a stick*
=D
JAB, JAB!
That's a funny word...
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 5:42 pm
But then the monkey people will burn down the candy cane forest and eat all the midgets! And in a midgetless world, there will be no balloon animals made by midget-eating clowns, because they'll all die from suffocation! (Because the SUPER toilet paper gave them enough oxygen to survive the gorilla mutiny.)
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 9:43 pm
"That was epic, *bows down*"
We could substitute the midgets with badgers that were pushed out of there own culture due to there inability to work due to that there glasses would fog up do to the stress of the work they weren't able to get!
And in place of the candy canes we can put some liquorish in there, yes, it would not be as tasty but we need them to block the sun light to the leprechauns layer where they make the yahtzee board games to counter act the super space kittah that started the whole event in the first place!
So its a win lose kinda situation on the terms of the SUPPER SPACE KITTAHS! You know since they get to bow down to the pen of greatness... But then they die.... xp
"i don't remember what we were talking about..."
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 12:16 pm
We were discussing the effects string cheese has on adverse weather conditions in the desert region of Tripoli. But they gave the Planter's Peanut dude a new anitfreeze resistant monocle so he was in good spirits and agreed to converse with the moon god on behalf of mole people.
And the Moon God decreed: "Telemarketers are banned. Peace to the Molly Maids and sharpie brand highlighters be with you."
So the people rejoiced with their swine and commenced with the wedding celebration of King Wannahakalugee's daughter to the reinging ping-pong champion of Toledo.
And the day was remembered for generations to come, for no one would forget the day it rained pumpernickle crumbs on the sea.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 4:52 pm
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 5:25 pm
o-o
You own my soul, Katie.
*bows to your epicness*
But that's what happened when Odin came to the Lord of the Bananas and declared: "Thou shalt not behold mine Tootsie Rolls for fear of thine own feline jealousy! For thou art now a turtle! Go, O shelled carnivore, go!"
And then, as everyone knows, the Vietnamese jumping beans called up Will Shatner and told him they'd be suing for his mentioning them on late-night talk radio. Then Regis Philban and Kelly Rippa announced their elopement to the world, but only after the giant Jell-O tyrant from Wally World melted under the heat of Zeus's rage at Barney for going off with Clifford and raping Babar again. (Psssht, like they could get those bologna filled doughnuts anywhere besides Funky Town.)
And then all Narnia broke loose when the Teletubbies told Puff the Magic Dragon that their relationship as a polygamist cult had to end when Mr. Rogers found them being naughty in The Neighborhood. (*shudders*)
And in the end, Taylor Swift murdered J-Lo in a fit of giggling totalitarianism.
The End.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 5:29 pm
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 6:37 pm
Dread Borealis Quill o-o
You own my soul, Katie.
*bows to your epicness*
But that's what happened when Odin came to the Lord of the Bananas and declared: "Thou shalt not behold mine Tootsie Rolls for fear of thine own feline jealousy! For thou art now a turtle! Go, O shelled carnivore, go!"
And then, as everyone knows, the Vietnamese jumping beans called up Will Shatner and told him they'd be suing for his mentioning them on late-night talk radio. Then Regis Philban and Kelly Rippa announced their elopement to the world, but only after the giant Jell-O tyrant from Wally World melted under the heat of Zeus's rage at Barney for going off with Clifford and raping Babar again. (Psssht, like they could get those bologna filled doughnuts anywhere besides Funky Town.)
And then all Narnia broke loose when the Teletubbies told Puff the Magic Dragon that their relationship as a polygamist cult had to end when Mr. Rogers found them being naughty in The Neighborhood. (*shudders*)
And in the end, Taylor Swift murdered J-Lo in a fit of giggling totalitarianism.
The End. xDDD
Ok I'm gonna hafta sleep on a response to that...
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 6:51 pm
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 8:30 pm
Waltz's in singing one of his favorite circa survive songs
Twilight army,
Coming home.
Armor made of stone.
He who recollects, forgive us.
He who recollects, forgive us.
On the way down, we understand what it means to break down.
On the way out you decide you believe that on the way out its too late.
It's the same.
All lines you all used to know,
It's the same.
All lines you all used to know.
Trembling with no limbs, crow skin; a perpetual startled breed.
The ache, no one to fight
The writing was still traced and shy and never really aimed to show you.
We understand what it means to break down.
On the way out you decide you believe that on the way out its too late.
All lines you all used to know,
It's the same.
All lines you all used to know.
Still watching you rolling on what's good for
Mistaken but you were always once before you know.
We understand what it means to break down.
And on the way out you decide you believe that on the way out its too late.
It's the same.
All lines you all used to know,
It's the same.
All lines you all used to know.
How is everyone?
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 9:00 pm
Twilight Army Waltz's in singing one of his favorite circa survive songs
Twilight army,
Coming home.
Armor made of stone.
He who recollects, forgive us.
He who recollects, forgive us.
On the way down, we understand what it means to break down.
On the way out you decide you believe that on the way out its too late.
It's the same.
All lines you all used to know,
It's the same.
All lines you all used to know.
Trembling with no limbs, crow skin; a perpetual startled breed.
The ache, no one to fight
The writing was still traced and shy and never really aimed to show you.
We understand what it means to break down.
On the way out you decide you believe that on the way out its too late.
All lines you all used to know,
It's the same.
All lines you all used to know.
Still watching you rolling on what's good for
Mistaken but you were always once before you know.
We understand what it means to break down.
And on the way out you decide you believe that on the way out its too late.
It's the same.
All lines you all used to know,
It's the same.
All lines you all used to know.
How is everyone? radda, raddaraddaraddaradda, raddaradda, radda.
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Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 9:18 pm
That is excatlly what i was thinkin!
biggrin
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