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Story Time with Squid-Diddle

Started by Sir Squid Diddimus, February 13, 2009, 04:55:49 AM

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Sir Squid Diddimus

Why We live on the Moon

   Once upon a time the planet was ruled by a giant vampire computer machine called the Dow Jones Industrial.
   The machine had a bunch of worker drones called the monocle army. They lived inside the belly of the great machine and ate money and interest. Their means of communication was mostly rudimentary grunts and feigned laughter.
"burgha burgha burgha huh huh huh".
   The monocle army served one great purpose to the evil machine- to give out poorly thought out loans and rape the common people of what little money they had. The common people are otherwise known as- the taxpayer. That's you and me, kids.
   One day the Dow Jones machine sneezed and suddenly the taxpayers weren't able to pay the loans that they had received from the army. A chicken with a monocle ran out of the belly of the great machine yelling "Foreclosures, foreclosures! The Dow is falling! The Dow is falling!"
   Everyone panicked, the Dow started spitting out horrible numbers that didn't make sense, the monopoly man cried.
Then, from the shadows, came an evil villain named Henry Paulson. He threw back his cape, twisted his wiry mustache and proclaimed in a rather slimy voice, "I have a perfect solution for this. Muhahahahahahaaaa!" Then he slithered into the treasury and stole all the taxpayers money, into every cradle and stole every piece of candy from every baby and just for fun, kicked a puppy.
   The taxpayers were hurt and confused, but didn't quite know what to do when IT happened. The shrill sound of millions of crying babies awoke the great magical unicorn from his slumber. He arose from the muck and mire of his swampy home and yelled "What cock-suckery is this?!" He shat a rainbow with such force that it projected him all the way to the Dow Jones Industrial Monster Machine.
   He looked around with horror and in his great displeasure he yelled "IMA CHARGIN MAH LAZORZ!!!" Then he exploded with an enormous force that blew the planet into little bits and that kids, is why we live on the moon.

the end.

Thurnez Isa

Quote from: Squid-diddle on February 13, 2009, 04:55:49 AM
Why We live on the Moon

   Everyone panicked, the Dow started spitting out horrible numbers that didn't make sense, the monopoly man cried.
Then, from the shadows, came an evil villain named Henry Paulson. He threw back his cape, twisted his wiry mustache and proclaimed in a rather slimy voice, "I have a perfect solution for this. Muhahahahahahaaaa!" Then he slithered into the treasury and stole all the taxpayers money, into every cradle and stole every piece of candy from every baby and just for fun, kicked a puppy.


:lulz:
I like him already

Through me the way to the city of woe, Through me the way to everlasting pain, Through me the way among the lost.
Justice moved my maker on high.
Divine power made me, Wisdom supreme, and Primal love.
Before me nothing was but things eternal, and eternal I endure.
Abandon all hope, you who enter here.

Dante

Cainad (dec.)

this rules

being drunk just makes it more vivid and funny

Mesozoic Mister Nigel

"I'm guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk," Charles Wick said. "It was very complicated."


Pariah

Quote from: Squid-diddle on February 13, 2009, 04:55:49 AM
Why We live on the Moon

   Once upon a time the planet was ruled by a giant vampire computer machine called the Dow Jones Industrial.
   The machine had a bunch of worker drones called the monocle army. They lived inside the belly of the great machine and ate money and interest. Their means of communication was mostly rudimentary grunts and feigned laughter.
"burgha burgha burgha huh huh huh".
   The monocle army served one great purpose to the evil machine- to give out poorly thought out loans and rape the common people of what little money they had. The common people are otherwise known as- the taxpayer. That's you and me, kids.
   One day the Dow Jones machine sneezed and suddenly the taxpayers weren't able to pay the loans that they had received from the army. A chicken with a monocle ran out of the belly of the great machine yelling "Foreclosures, foreclosures! The Dow is falling! The Dow is falling!"
   Everyone panicked, the Dow started spitting out horrible numbers that didn't make sense, the monopoly man cried.
Then, from the shadows, came an evil villain named Henry Paulson. He threw back his cape, twisted his wiry mustache and proclaimed in a rather slimy voice, "I have a perfect solution for this. Muhahahahahahaaaa!" Then he slithered into the treasury and stole all the taxpayers money, into every cradle and stole every piece of candy from every baby and just for fun, kicked a puppy.
   The taxpayers were hurt and confused, but didn't quite know what to do when IT happened. The shrill sound of millions of crying babies awoke the great magical unicorn from his slumber. He arose from the muck and mire of his swampy home and yelled "What cock-suckery is this?!" He shat a rainbow with such force that it projected him all the way to the Dow Jones Industrial Monster Machine.
   He looked around with horror and in his great displeasure he yelled "IMA CHARGIN MAH LAZORZ!!!" Then he exploded with an enormous force that blew the planet into little bits and that kids, is why we live on the moon.

the end.

A story that needs to be shared with the children.
Play safe! Ski only in a clockwise direction! Let's all have fun together!

Mesozoic Mister Nigel

"I'm guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk," Charles Wick said. "It was very complicated."


Jasper

I have shared this with someone.  It is now copypasta.

Sir Squid Diddimus

I have illustrations.
I may do a podcast.



you know....




for the children.

Adios

Quote from: Squid-diddle on February 13, 2009, 06:10:14 AM
I have illustrations.
I may do a podcast.



you know....




for the children.


DOO EET!

P3nT4gR4m

Mumble ... mumble ... CARTESIAN DUALITY ... mumble ... mumble  :argh!:











also :mittens: funniest shit I've read all day

I'm up to my arse in Brexit Numpties, but I want more.  Target-rich environments are the new sexy.
Not actually a meat product.
Ass-Kicking & Foot-Stomping Ancient Master of SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK
Awful and Bent Behemothic Results of Last Night's Painful Squat.
High Altitude Haggis-Filled Sex Bucket From Beyond Time and Space.
Internet Monkey Person of Filthy and Immoral Pygmy-Porn Wart Contagion
Octomom Auxillary Heat Exchanger Repairman
walking the fine line line between genius and batshit fucking crazy

"computation is a pattern in the spacetime arrangement of particles, and it's not the particles but the pattern that really matters! Matter doesn't matter." -- Max Tegmark

Dysfunctional Cunt

:mittens:

Funny stuff!  Just what I needed for a Friday at work!



DO THE PODCAST!!!!  My children NEED to hear this!

Sir Squid Diddimus

Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on February 13, 2009, 09:57:56 AM
Mumble ... mumble ... CARTESIAN DUALITY ... mumble ... mumble  :argh!:











also :mittens: funniest shit I've read all day

BAHAAHAA!

Mesozoic Mister Nigel

Quote from: Squid-diddle on February 13, 2009, 06:10:14 AM
I have illustrations.
I may do a podcast.



you know....




for the children.

ZOMG YES!!!
"I'm guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk," Charles Wick said. "It was very complicated."


Sir Squid Diddimus

 :lulz:

it'll have to be later.
or over the weekend maybe.
probably after drinking.

Aufenthatt