Random Babbling Post #49

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Bah, why don't you go shave chevalier; he's the spammiest guy here, and he's pretty shaggy for a human.

@DS:
Oh, those were yours? Sorry, I didn't realize they were animated.

THINGS TO THINK ABOUT
How much deeper would the ocean be without sponges?

Tonight's Forecast: Dark

 

...and continuing dark throughout the night until morning with scattered light at dawn.

 

/me packs the bong
/me light the bong
/me draws the bong
/me looks at Fel and goes 'can i have my toes back?'

 

I've chosen the dark, I've chosen the night
I've lost hope of loving a day of life
The shades of night belong to me
I am at one with hell

I'm going to death metal concert tomorrow Lots of blast beats and growls

 

@DS:
You're still missing some? Uh oh, hold on a sec.
*wheeze*...*wheeeeeeze*...*Whee-heeze* *Wheeeeeeegraaaack* *Ahem*
Yeah, I'll go wash these now; holy water or unholy water?

On the plus side, the french dip I had for lunch tastes even better the second time. (Leftovers, a'ight? )

 

thanx and I believe this scarf and gloves were yours

 

You can keep 'em; I think the french dip was wearing them when I ate him.

 

Don't talk about ofelix like that when he's not here. At least, I don't think he's here.

There's not enough time and too much to do.

 

Ahh, bongs. Can't have enough of them. My favorite is the psychadelic-coloured pyrex.

What's on the menu for supper? Ramen noodles, of course!

*EDIT* French dip? I *AM* french-canadian too, Big Cat... I would normally take offense, but since it's you... I'll let it pass.

 

What makes you think I would eat Ofelix? Quebecuois (sp?) just doesn't taste the same as French.

 

You're almost there, Big Cat! Correct spelling is Quebecois... but you were close.

And what does the french taste, tell me, Ô Wise Rakshasa? (100% Sarcasm-free)

 

Well, most people have a cloying, soapy taste to them; the French are the only ones that taste normal.

 

And what about the Belgians?

We gave the world chips and choccie! You'd think we'd get some recognition, but nooooooo, "only the French taste normal".

A cat with bad taste, I say.

 

I am not even reading RBP any longer. DO poke me in the FAI if I am needed... I am going to be too busy to check on you lot till December

 

I ain't no French, they have silly accents. No I'm just plain ol' Ofelix, nothing more nothing less. I'm feeling sad and depressed for no real reason, it's bothering me. More and more the days pass the less and less I see people. Meh I'm becoming a misanthrope. Unyay for me.

 

@Big Cat: "Do not meddle in the affairs of the Rakshasa, for you are tender and taste good with ketchup"

Misanthrope, eh, Ofelix? Welcome to the club, buddy. I spent the whole day pissed off and feeling like destroying something with an aluminium Louisville slugger. Obviously pissed off also means that everyone got on my nerves. Nothing like some Coke Zero and a few "happy cigarettes" to cool down.

 

Here I was trying to get on the straight and narrow, trying to quit corn, go cold turkey, lead a clean and wholesome life from now on. And bam! In comes kuemper with a corn song and...

[Insert Silvio's Al Pacino impression] "Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in."

/me hands Ofelix some hyper-corn for energy and strength

Now look what you made me do!

 

Yay for Hyper-corn,

Yeah, I just feel depressed and helpless... MMm according to some guy whose name I can't remember I just had to follow a religious dogma, meh.

 

@Ofelix: Wasn't it tipperon, or something like that?

 

Belgians have that gooey, creamy center that just makes me drool.

What?

I got a call today for my eye exam. It's been 2 years, blah-blah, do you want to make an appointment? Ah, no. Okay no prob. Same chick calls back in 3 seconds (and yes, I timed her). Hey, tell Jason he need his eyes checked, too. I don't know a Jason. But you live at the same address! Well, I still don't know Jason. Bu-bye.

Now I realize it was probably an exam for the wrong <insert real name here>!

Mom called and was feeling really down today. She'd just gotten out of the hospital for double pneumonia and is on oxygen permanently. She can't cook anything (gas stove + oxygen = BOOM!) and anything she eats tastes effed up. I cheered her up by saying, "You can really threaten Dad now. With all those oxygen tanks around the house, no one would be surprised if the place caught fire."