How I Discordia.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I Discordia at inadvisable RPMs and then stand up too fast.

You are a hat.  You don't have legs.

It is tricky, I admit.

This is what happens when I don't keep things under control.

   

            THIS IS WHY I AM IN CONTROL!                                      Much better-er.

You are cute! And you have mermaid hair.

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

I Discordia at inadvisable RPMs and then stand up too fast.

You are a hat.  You don't have legs.

It is tricky, I admit.

This is what happens when I don't keep things under control.

   

            THIS IS WHY I AM IN CONTROL!                                      Much better-er.

I don't see why you seem to have such a poor self image.  I like that pic.

My self-image is fine. The hair gets in the way and tickles like crazy. It's super baby fine and wispy. So, you know, breathing makes it fly into my eyeballs.

[Cramulus]

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I Discordia at inadvisable RPMs and then stand up too fast.

You are a hat.  You don't have legs.

It is tricky, I admit.

This is what happens when I don't keep things under control.

   

            THIS IS WHY I AM IN CONTROL!                                      Much better-er.

I don't see why you seem to have such a poor self image.  I like that pic.

My self-image is fine. The hair gets in the way and tickles like crazy. It's super baby fine and wispy. So, you know, breathing makes it fly into my eyeballs.

Well, no, I meant a couple of comments you made a long time ago.

And I have the same problem, only not on my face.  And it's not wispy.  It's like God rolled me in glue and threw me in a box full of steel wool.

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

I Discordia at inadvisable RPMs and then stand up too fast.

You are a hat.  You don't have legs.

It is tricky, I admit.

This is what happens when I don't keep things under control.

   

            THIS IS WHY I AM IN CONTROL!                                      Much better-er.

I don't see why you seem to have such a poor self image.  I like that pic.

My self-image is fine. The hair gets in the way and tickles like crazy. It's super baby fine and wispy. So, you know, breathing makes it fly into my eyeballs.

Well, no, I meant a couple of comments you made a long time ago.

And I have the same problem, only not on my face.  And it's not wispy.  It's like God rolled me in glue and threw me in a box full of steel wool.

Oh. Ok.

I cannot imagine that being comfortable. But hey, built-in body armor.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I Discordia at inadvisable RPMs and then stand up too fast.

You are a hat.  You don't have legs.

It is tricky, I admit.

This is what happens when I don't keep things under control.

   

            THIS IS WHY I AM IN CONTROL!                                      Much better-er.

I don't see why you seem to have such a poor self image.  I like that pic.

My self-image is fine. The hair gets in the way and tickles like crazy. It's super baby fine and wispy. So, you know, breathing makes it fly into my eyeballs.

Well, no, I meant a couple of comments you made a long time ago.

And I have the same problem, only not on my face.  And it's not wispy.  It's like God rolled me in glue and threw me in a box full of steel wool.

Oh. Ok.

I cannot imagine that being comfortable. But hey, built-in body armor.

It's like having the entire world stab you with stiff paintbrushes all the time forever.

It's where my sweet disposition comes from.

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

I Discordia at inadvisable RPMs and then stand up too fast.

You are a hat.  You don't have legs.

It is tricky, I admit.

This is what happens when I don't keep things under control.

   

            THIS IS WHY I AM IN CONTROL!                                      Much better-er.

I don't see why you seem to have such a poor self image.  I like that pic.

My self-image is fine. The hair gets in the way and tickles like crazy. It's super baby fine and wispy. So, you know, breathing makes it fly into my eyeballs.

Well, no, I meant a couple of comments you made a long time ago.

And I have the same problem, only not on my face.  And it's not wispy.  It's like God rolled me in glue and threw me in a box full of steel wool.

Oh. Ok.

I cannot imagine that being comfortable. But hey, built-in body armor.

It's like having the entire world stab you with stiff paintbrushes all the time forever.

It's where my sweet disposition comes from.

Every razor-edged bristle is dusted with sugar and topped with a dollop of sunshine.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I Discordia at inadvisable RPMs and then stand up too fast.

You are a hat.  You don't have legs.

It is tricky, I admit.

This is what happens when I don't keep things under control.

   

            THIS IS WHY I AM IN CONTROL!                                      Much better-er.

I don't see why you seem to have such a poor self image.  I like that pic.

My self-image is fine. The hair gets in the way and tickles like crazy. It's super baby fine and wispy. So, you know, breathing makes it fly into my eyeballs.

Well, no, I meant a couple of comments you made a long time ago.

And I have the same problem, only not on my face.  And it's not wispy.  It's like God rolled me in glue and threw me in a box full of steel wool.

Oh. Ok.

I cannot imagine that being comfortable. But hey, built-in body armor.

It's like having the entire world stab you with stiff paintbrushes all the time forever.

It's where my sweet disposition comes from.

Every razor-edged bristle is dusted with sugar and topped with a dollop of sunshine.

THAT'S MY LIFE!  SUGAR AND SUNSHINE!

AND I'VE SHAT MYSELF.  LAST WEEK.  JUST FINDING OUT NOW.

TGRR,
HAIR COMPLETELY OUT OF CONTROL.

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

I Discordia at inadvisable RPMs and then stand up too fast.

You are a hat.  You don't have legs.

It is tricky, I admit.

This is what happens when I don't keep things under control.

   

            THIS IS WHY I AM IN CONTROL!                                      Much better-er.

I don't see why you seem to have such a poor self image.  I like that pic.

My self-image is fine. The hair gets in the way and tickles like crazy. It's super baby fine and wispy. So, you know, breathing makes it fly into my eyeballs.

Well, no, I meant a couple of comments you made a long time ago.

And I have the same problem, only not on my face.  And it's not wispy.  It's like God rolled me in glue and threw me in a box full of steel wool.

Oh. Ok.

I cannot imagine that being comfortable. But hey, built-in body armor.

It's like having the entire world stab you with stiff paintbrushes all the time forever.

It's where my sweet disposition comes from.

Every razor-edged bristle is dusted with sugar and topped with a dollop of sunshine.

THAT'S MY LIFE!  SUGAR AND SUNSHINE!

AND I'VE SHAT MYSELF.  LAST WEEK.  JUST FINDING OUT NOW.

TGRR,
HAIR COMPLETELY OUT OF CONTROL.

I think my hair really just wants to hug my eyeballs. And my glasses. Hug them so tight and never, ever let go. Hug every doorknob, protruding object, and car door. Just hug everything until everything stops moving. It's like being hugged with fine piano wire.

[P3nT4gR4m]

I DISCORDIA AT ANYONE WHO LOOKS LIKE THEY DESERVE IT 

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I Discordia at inadvisable RPMs and then stand up too fast.

You are a hat.  You don't have legs.

It is tricky, I admit.

This is what happens when I don't keep things under control.

   

            THIS IS WHY I AM IN CONTROL!                                      Much better-er.

I don't see why you seem to have such a poor self image.  I like that pic.

My self-image is fine. The hair gets in the way and tickles like crazy. It's super baby fine and wispy. So, you know, breathing makes it fly into my eyeballs.

Well, no, I meant a couple of comments you made a long time ago.

And I have the same problem, only not on my face.  And it's not wispy.  It's like God rolled me in glue and threw me in a box full of steel wool.

Oh. Ok.

I cannot imagine that being comfortable. But hey, built-in body armor.

It's like having the entire world stab you with stiff paintbrushes all the time forever.

It's where my sweet disposition comes from.

Every razor-edged bristle is dusted with sugar and topped with a dollop of sunshine.

THAT'S MY LIFE!  SUGAR AND SUNSHINE!

AND I'VE SHAT MYSELF.  LAST WEEK.  JUST FINDING OUT NOW.

TGRR,
HAIR COMPLETELY OUT OF CONTROL.

I think my hair really just wants to hug my eyeballs. And my glasses. Hug them so tight and never, ever let go. Hug every doorknob, protruding object, and car door. Just hug everything until everything stops moving. It's like being hugged with fine piano wire.

I love this whole conversation.

[Richter]

I Discordia for more than 4 hours without consulting my physician.

[Aucoq]

I Discordia like nobody's watching.

[tarod]

I Discordia for more than 4 hours without consulting my physician.