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That is horrifying.

He really should have browned that baby before braising it.

Or Kill Me / Re: Children of the Strange Times
« on: July 14, 2015, 02:16:04 am »
I love this! Fuck yeah, weird kids!


THAT is a seriously good time.  :lulz:

I always just figured all of Portland was carpeted like that.

Such a fun series.  :lulz:

I maintain that the Clamato experiment was hugely successful, and it was the failure of the lot of you not to appreciate the beauty of that beverage.

I also don't remember this interaction at all, but seeing as I spent equal parts of the weekend drinking, hanging out with Eve, and fucking with Dimo, it doesn't surprise me.   :lulz:

I wrote a Discordians in History piece about inventing traffic cones leading to the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand.

Propaganda Depository / Re: Kopyleft / Creative Commons art
« on: July 09, 2015, 05:24:16 pm »
Meanwhile the treasonous scum at the Conch Republic continue to throw their flag in our faces!

Cain:  modded IRL into Skyrim

Junkie:  invented interdimensional access to store crowbar for quick usage

DSquid:  online handle too literal

Alty:  actually left Alaska after all that

The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: Base Camp
« on: July 07, 2015, 09:56:07 pm »
:eek: perhaps it was all a clever rouse! I do hope the natives are not cannibals.

Saaay that's a clever idea.

Have we considered eating them? I say we give it a try, eh gang?

The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: Base Camp
« on: July 07, 2015, 08:09:16 pm »
Ho! Who is steering this damned place, we've driven the whole thing right into some pith helmets.

A more-or-less typical Wednesday evening conversation:

"I am getting tired of the word craft. Craft cocktails, craft scotch eggs, craft craft. Craft pussy on the wood fired Avenue of Roses," Charley said.

"That's so beautiful. I am wearing a craft sweatshop dress made by a hand-crafted Chinese adolescent," I replied.

"Smoking craft-made water hash with a craft-made craftless glass pipe," he said.

"I think the next big trend is uniformity. The mass-produced anonymous look."

"J Crew?"

"Totally. Gap. Assembly-line, factory-produced couture..."

"Maybe no. So many folk must wear socks."

I continued, "...reassuring. Stable. A functional cog in a social machine that is larger than all of us. A look that says 'I believe in the Collective.'"

"'And all the humans are dead,'" Charley blurted.

"So moving. Graceful. Scintillating," I broke out my rusty poetry review skills.

"I touched one. They're dead," he repeated.

Florid. My imagination was captured. "Warm in the summer sun, bloating. Soon the haciendas come."

"The Goddess Rebecca and her dusty brood of minions," he referred to our cupboard moths.

"In the aftermath the shining robot workers of the Collective will place offerings of grain in the cupboards that once held human food," I finished triumphantly.

"But then it ends before the top stops spinning so it's like is he still dreaming or not?"

Dunno just figured they were wrong about the hot dog thing so can't see why the joke thing would be any different.

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