One of the good things about being an alligator is that you can't throw up.
Man, it would be terrible to be a human, with a terrible weak throat and a useless weak stomach that pukes every day and can't digest worth soap.
In other words; my mother says I must shower; and if I don't make it, I bequeath my Hat to Yarrunmace
and my Books to Shichibukai and my copy of Merriam-Webster's New Collegiate Dictionary, Ninth Edition to Kexruct and my cows to Imipolex and my author-autographed Kafka books to Odradek and my flamethrower to Tre and my shirts to deathonabun and my awesome longcoats to Sredni Vashtar and my games to Lee4hmz and my other stuff to the others and a handbag made of my corpse to Cynicalclock and my lack of personal hygiene to Naney and my heart to Yarrunmace so he can preserve it in a jar.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
I've really needed a new dictionary ever since my mother used mine to start a fire. (yes, this actually happened)
...there are a few situations I can think of where that would be reasonable, but all of them involve being stranded in the Arctic with nothing to start a fire except a dictionary and a car's cigarette lighter.
I've really needed a new dictionary ever since my mother used mine to start a fire. (yes, this actually happened)
...there are a few situations I can think of where that would be reasonable, but all of them involve being stranded in the Arctic with nothing to start a fire except a dictionary and a car's cigarette lighter.
It was a really good dictionary too! I could read it for hours.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
One of the good things about being an alligator is that you can't throw up.
Man, it would be terrible to be a human, with a terrible weak throat and a useless weak stomach that pukes every day and can't digest worth soap.
In other words; my mother says I must shower; and if I don't make it, I bequeath my Hat to Yarrunmace
and my Books to Shichibukai and my copy of Merriam-Webster's New Collegiate Dictionary, Ninth Edition to Kexruct and my cows to Imipolex and my author-autographed Kafka books to Odradek and my flamethrower to Tre and my shirts to deathonabun and my awesome longcoats to Sredni Vashtar and my games to Lee4hmz and my other stuff to the others and a handbag made of my corpse to Cynicalclock and my lack of personal hygiene to Naney and my heart to Yarrunmace so he can preserve it in a jar.
i am aware you do not like almond ice cream
but what are your views on almond milk? cos almond milk is tasty and if that makes me a satan, then so be it
note that i have removed the annoying ribbon interface dealie from Windows Explorer and also found nice skins that mesh well for a few other applications (*Firefox and VLC as well as Steam, but i could not find any for iTunes 11 unfortunately*)
i have a steam account which contains one (1) copy of football manager 2012 and nothing else
i also have an xbox 360 which has one (1) copy of skyrim and nothing else
its not capitalist excess the 360 came free with my laptop and i do not have money for games
i potentially have money for games but my money goes on excessively fancy coffee, excessively fancy vodka, and gnocchi. and books. and sometimes clothes.
this is the official vodka they serve at the Kremlin (they give people vodka at the kremlin?? that explains a lot) and i have a bottle of it sitting on my shelf
alcohol is the devil but it looks so pretty.
also it has a hilariously pretentious tiny booklet attached to it filled with purple prose and what i half-suspect are deliberate cod-russian-accent grammatical errors
more hilarious facts about my overpriced vodka: it has a certification from the 'testing laboratory of Federal Security Service' which is essentially the successor to the KGB
i have these visions of large Russian men in dark glasses and suits peering at a bottle of it through magnifying glasses and then concluding 'da. is vodka. send to Mr. Putin.'
No, really. They had this thing where they would take pens and pencils; but them between your toes (with one outside your pinkies and one outside your thumb-toe) and then they would squeeze.
The pain was almost unimaginable; but no damage to any internal organ was done. And, furthermore, no suspicious-looking torture device was needed. Just pencils and pens; anyone can buy those. Perfectly affordable, portable, and replaceable. Ubiquitous, in fact.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
I'm at least a mile from anything interesting, I have a pile of unfinished chemistry and latin work, it's dark, and I haven't started any of it. *dons sunglasses*
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
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Man, it would be terrible to be a human, with a terrible weak throat and a useless weak stomach that pukes every day and can't digest worth soap.
In other words; my mother says I must shower; and if I don't make it, I bequeath my Hat to Yarrunmace
and my Books to Shichibukai
and my copy of Merriam-Webster's New Collegiate Dictionary, Ninth Edition to Kexruct
and my cows to Imipolex
and my author-autographed Kafka books to Odradek
and my flamethrower to Tre and my shirts to deathonabun
and my awesome longcoats to Sredni Vashtar
and my games to Lee4hmz
and my other stuff to the others
and a handbag made of my corpse to Cynicalclock
and my lack of personal hygiene to Naney
and my heart to Yarrunmace so he can preserve it in a jar.
COOL
I've really needed a new dictionary ever since my mother used mine to start a fire.
(yes, this actually happened)
It was a really good dictionary too! I could read it for hours.
...or an hour at any rate.
but what are your views on almond milk? cos almond milk is tasty and if that makes me a satan, then so be it
note that i have removed the annoying ribbon interface dealie from Windows Explorer and also found nice skins that mesh well for a few other applications (*Firefox and VLC as well as Steam, but i could not find any for iTunes 11 unfortunately*)
that is a nice looking computer interface good job
mine just looks like windows 7 which is actually alright
my boyfriend is forcing me into installing ubuntu sometime in a few days probably
sounds neato, will check it out
i have a steam account which contains one (1) copy of football manager 2012 and nothing else
i also have an xbox 360 which has one (1) copy of skyrim and nothing else
its not capitalist excess the 360 came free with my laptop and i do not have money for games
i potentially have money for games but my money goes on excessively fancy coffee, excessively fancy vodka, and gnocchi. and books. and sometimes clothes.
this is the official vodka they serve at the Kremlin (they give people vodka at the kremlin?? that explains a lot) and i have a bottle of it sitting on my shelf
alcohol is the devil but it looks so pretty.
also it has a hilariously pretentious tiny booklet attached to it filled with purple prose and what i half-suspect are deliberate cod-russian-accent grammatical errors
It smelled very clean.
I don't like clean things.
almond milk tastes like water, if water tasted better. if you get what i mean
also slightly of almonds
more hilarious facts about my overpriced vodka: it has a certification from the 'testing laboratory of Federal Security Service' which is essentially the successor to the KGB
i have these visions of large Russian men in dark glasses and suits peering at a bottle of it through magnifying glasses and then concluding 'da. is vodka. send to Mr. Putin.'
No, really. They had this thing where they would take pens and pencils; but them between your toes (with one outside your pinkies and one outside your thumb-toe) and then they would squeeze.
The pain was almost unimaginable; but no damage to any internal organ was done. And, furthermore, no suspicious-looking torture device was needed. Just pencils and pens; anyone can buy those. Perfectly affordable, portable, and replaceable. Ubiquitous, in fact.
*dons sunglasses*
Hit it.
Also Iron Man 3 kicked ass
it is super x-tra x-treme gritty with bonus child prostitutes and incredibly awkward exposition