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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 6:08 pm
The Fabulous Prince Babel Do you three, like, live in this guild or something? More or less.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 6:09 pm
Prince Babel, do you want to be the judge of who is more insane?
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 6:13 pm
By the way, I'm taking down the current poll:
"Was the last poll weird or what?"
It's okay, you were being scupulous [2] 66%
It's okay, you were being scrupulous but for the record that was WEIRD! [1] 33%
Total votes: 3
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 6:17 pm
Well seeing as how I'm partially mad 90% of the time I guess I'd be a perty good judge.
Just out of curiosity, damn my small attention span, but what is this thread about now? All the threads here get off topic and seem to be apart of one UBER topic. Great stuff, it's how the Writers Forum should be.
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The Fabulous Prince Babel
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 6:19 pm
The thread is now about the definition of insanity in medical terms compared to how others define it.
If you are the judge, please go back a few pages to where Behatz and I start competing at who is crazier and score us, please. I think it starts on Page 13 or 14.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 6:37 pm
After little to no consideration I have come to the ver' logical conclusion that you two are dreadful posers and are perfectly sane except for your crazy OCD, Lum, mah boy.
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The Fabulous Prince Babel
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 6:40 pm
Thank you very much.
But for the sake of the ego who's the most random?
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 6:42 pm
Random is G-d's way of messin' with us, holdin' up a spork out of no where is bad humor. Savvy?
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The Fabulous Prince Babel
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 6:43 pm
Not really, but I'm digging the irony that oyur stance against randomness is most random.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 6:53 pm
But, still, who's more random?
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The Fabulous Prince Babel
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 1:03 pm
I already answered that question! crying
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 2:24 pm
A little more explicit, then, please?
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 2:27 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 2:43 pm
BEHATZ:
Behatzlacha-S Lumanny I just have a lot of problems with objects and food and females and people and .......... A lot of stuff. Anyways, I apoligize to Silent who can stay (It's a free Gaia! Get it?) and resent Behatz thinking he is more speical than I am. I am competitive and will fight for the dubious title of 'Most messed up in the head.' @Silent: I think he was playing on the fact that Gaia means World in Greek. Or not. Whatever. @Lumanny: Never! I am most insane! *Sticks pencils in both nostrils and puts underwear on head to prove it* "I am the Queen of France!" *Begins to take off clothing while running round screaming that I'm on fire*
]Behatzlacha-S On the contrary, I am aware that I am basically insane and accept it. It's better than denial! *Does fu-man-chu style backflip onto mantlepiece and begins to do can-can, kicking off all ornaments.* "Do not mess with the master of heavily-stained socks!" *pulls pencils out of nose, uses them to fling underwear at a threatening lamp. Reaches down throat and rips out tonsils. Attaches them to ceiling and uses it as a punchbag. Pulls out a condom and pulls over head and body. Climbs inside chimney and wriggles upwards.* "You'll never take me alive, Nixon!" I count that as a 2. so that's 3-5. I'll add more once people get over that last post.
Behatzlacha-S * Poos in your root beer* 10-9.
LUMANNY:
Lumanny *Puts on afro, kisses computer screen, then jumps back and lands in jumpsuit covered in spaghetti while screaming "En Harburut Kezd Raghtad!" Which is declaring war on David Bowie and Steve Jobs (and their evil Soviet- monkey alliance bent on putting fudge in libraries that are ywllow or pink) in Hungarian. Then what? Goes to movies and screams at flourescent lights for being cheese*
Lumanny And to keep in the lead: *Draws mustache on the back of a POKeMON card and runs to try and barter it for a mango to throw in the general direction of where he thinks a chicken named Oysterbreath might possibly live in the country of UNzbekistan. The salesman won't trade. " Idiot Fishytoothbrush man! You and the whole nation of crickets are a buch of Croquet mallets in Discotown underwater!" Goes on rampage wearing a bunch of sparklers taped together and burns down a video store for selling pie on Wednesdays. Then what? Goes to Hawaii to try to dig underground to Flequesanblurt land to go on a worldwide gas-siphoning tour.*
Lumanny *Jumps down chimney into aquarium, knocking down bricks. Picks up a brick and names it Jeff. Gives Jeff an intervention for his eating disorder. Goes to food court and laughs at people for being purple. Then takes off sparklers and donates them to Hillary Duff. Then goes to the living Andy Samberg's grave Lumanny just built himself. "You were quite the monkey, quadruped. Now get me some root beer to give to Barack Obama! "* 9-3
Lumanny Anyway... *Buiulds rocket out of Toilet Paper named "The Fagooglian"and then runs into it to acquire super powers. Acquires the power to traslate other people's thoughts into opera and also turn individual pieces of popcorn into dogs that moo when they swim in Jello. Tells this to his uncle's siter's favorite celebrity's former roommate's childhood neighbor's monkey's hairdresser's publicist's niece's lock of hair in a chest of marshmallows and margarine. Is overheard doing so and brought to a mental hospital and escapes using copyrighted measures involving a megaphone, an extra from a 1970's horror movie the name of which may or may not have a month of the Mongolian calendar in it, and a LOT of cheese acquired through the trashcans of hairy people in the Northeast. Then gets a jobas a traveling diaper salesman on Pluto after feeding said defiled rootbeer to the extra.*
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 2:55 pm
Quality over quantity. Though masterful use of the fact my excretion got you a salesman's job on Pluto.
I object! He called me sane, and a poser!
My dear friend Babel, "he who has no originality has no soul"
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