Greyface/Cabbage Question

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Horseshit. We're the respectable people. We respect you unique and totally original mindsets and quips with neither scorn nor sneer. We respect your bold new vision of the way we should all be and we totally agree that all right thinking people think just like you, right? This is where new horizons are explored without mockery and the only true crime is heel digging and screeching. We're so full of respect, that this floweth over unto YOU THE CONSUMER and with this overfloweth gain the privilege to understand you can best reciprocate this respect by SHUTTING THE FUCK UP.

We're the Silencer People.  We Silence dangerous thoughts and speech.  Back in your grandfather's day, this was done with rubber truncheons and pliers, but IN THE MODERN WORLD, we use market forces and indoctrination.  No more unslightly blood stains!  Instead, we merely teach those who can't live with Jello Mold A (standard model) to live with Jello Mold B (non-conformist model) or even train them to babble nonsense (pineal gland model) so that un-good ideas are lost in the cacophony.   Who are we?

We are the Arbiters. You seek our attention and scream for your wild and crazy ways to be noted. We dispense validation to the worthy and disdain to wastrels. We are the people you seek to impress because there might just be more to this whole thing after all. We are the holders of ancient truths and the horrible wisdom of the ages. We are people who desperately want you to impress us and show yourself as biped and we are the people who are never surprised when this fails to happen. And we are not amused by your dull antics.

We are in fact the validators.  We validate your public expression of your private insecurities and personal failures.  We stamp your angst-driven passive aggressive behavior as "VERIFIED", using our patented ridicule techniques.  We provide a target upon which you can vent your disappointment with the world, at prices the competition can't touch!  Who are we?

[LMNO]

Why the fuck would anyone want to "sell discordia" to others? Isn't Discordia a weapon used to reduce your enemies to a smouldering heap of ruined humanity, or am I doing it wrong? 

You can't do it wrong.

My Discordia is different from your Discordia which is different from Hoop's Discordia.  The only difference is that my Discordia is inherently superior to both of yours, on account of it's MINE and I really like and approve of me.

Bullshit! My discordia contains 3 of the most dangerous transfats and a volume knob that goes up to 12.  My discordia does 0-60 in less than 2 secs and will not slow back down, even on impact. My discordia is mutagenic, has no known antigen and is available through over 100 infection vectors, including airborne, anal and bluetooth. My discordia has no known melting point and becomes violent at room temperature. My discordia has a subtle bouquet, reminiscent of VX, with a subtle hint of Zyklon-B. My discordia is unbeaten in over twenty olympic events and holds Guinness world records for most deadly biohazard, highest altitude unmanned flight and most people ever fit inside a Mini Cooper.

Your discordia is a pale imitation mine! 

My Discordia gets attacked by hornets on a more or less regular basis.  My Discordia doesn't hit the brakes in Reddington Pass.  My Discordia is up for any program.  My Discordia is rather fetching.  My Discordia brings all the boys to the yard.  My Discordia does its little turn on the catwalk.  On the catwalk, yeah.  My Discordia dances, despite having no skill or aptitude for said dancing.  My Discordia enrages the Mike.

My Discordia infected Madagascar.


Game, set, match.  Bitches.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Why the fuck would anyone want to "sell discordia" to others? Isn't Discordia a weapon used to reduce your enemies to a smouldering heap of ruined humanity, or am I doing it wrong? 

You can't do it wrong.

My Discordia is different from your Discordia which is different from Hoop's Discordia.  The only difference is that my Discordia is inherently superior to both of yours, on account of it's MINE and I really like and approve of me.

Bullshit! My discordia contains 3 of the most dangerous transfats and a volume knob that goes up to 12.  My discordia does 0-60 in less than 2 secs and will not slow back down, even on impact. My discordia is mutagenic, has no known antigen and is available through over 100 infection vectors, including airborne, anal and bluetooth. My discordia has no known melting point and becomes violent at room temperature. My discordia has a subtle bouquet, reminiscent of VX, with a subtle hint of Zyklon-B. My discordia is unbeaten in over twenty olympic events and holds Guinness world records for most deadly biohazard, highest altitude unmanned flight and most people ever fit inside a Mini Cooper.

Your discordia is a pale imitation mine! 

My Discordia gets attacked by hornets on a more or less regular basis.  My Discordia doesn't hit the brakes in Reddington Pass.  My Discordia is up for any program.  My Discordia is rather fetching.  My Discordia brings all the boys to the yard.  My Discordia does its little turn on the catwalk.  On the catwalk, yeah.  My Discordia dances, despite having no skill or aptitude for said dancing.  My Discordia enrages the Mike.

My Discordia infected Madagascar.


Game, set, match.  Bitches.

My Discordia has "survived" 9 years in Tucson.

[Junkenstein]

Horseshit. We're the respectable people. We respect you unique and totally original mindsets and quips with neither scorn nor sneer. We respect your bold new vision of the way we should all be and we totally agree that all right thinking people think just like you, right? This is where new horizons are explored without mockery and the only true crime is heel digging and screeching. We're so full of respect, that this floweth over unto YOU THE CONSUMER and with this overfloweth gain the privilege to understand you can best reciprocate this respect by SHUTTING THE FUCK UP.

We're the Silencer People.  We Silence dangerous thoughts and speech.  Back in your grandfather's day, this was done with rubber truncheons and pliers, but IN THE MODERN WORLD, we use market forces and indoctrination.  No more unslightly blood stains!  Instead, we merely teach those who can't live with Jello Mold A (standard model) to live with Jello Mold B (non-conformist model) or even train them to babble nonsense (pineal gland model) so that un-good ideas are lost in the cacophony.   Who are we?

We are the Arbiters. You seek our attention and scream for your wild and crazy ways to be noted. We dispense validation to the worthy and disdain to wastrels. We are the people you seek to impress because there might just be more to this whole thing after all. We are the holders of ancient truths and the horrible wisdom of the ages. We are people who desperately want you to impress us and show yourself as biped and we are the people who are never surprised when this fails to happen. And we are not amused by your dull antics.

We are in fact the validators.  We validate your public expression of your private insecurities and personal failures.  We stamp your angst-driven passive aggressive behavior as "VERIFIED", using our patented ridicule techniques.  We provide a target upon which you can vent your disappointment with the world, at prices the competition can't touch!  Who are we?

We're the Tenacious People. We will flog any horse, beat any mule, argue any drug argument, rehash the same injoke way past the point of comedy or relevance for months and we'll start half a dozen threads to do it all again next week. We are the determined people who will make you see sense and make you get the joke, even if we have to explain it very slowly. And Frequently. We won't give up, no matter what. We firmly believe that every soul can be shat on and yours looks far too clean to us. What are we?

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Horseshit. We're the respectable people. We respect you unique and totally original mindsets and quips with neither scorn nor sneer. We respect your bold new vision of the way we should all be and we totally agree that all right thinking people think just like you, right? This is where new horizons are explored without mockery and the only true crime is heel digging and screeching. We're so full of respect, that this floweth over unto YOU THE CONSUMER and with this overfloweth gain the privilege to understand you can best reciprocate this respect by SHUTTING THE FUCK UP.

We're the Silencer People.  We Silence dangerous thoughts and speech.  Back in your grandfather's day, this was done with rubber truncheons and pliers, but IN THE MODERN WORLD, we use market forces and indoctrination.  No more unslightly blood stains!  Instead, we merely teach those who can't live with Jello Mold A (standard model) to live with Jello Mold B (non-conformist model) or even train them to babble nonsense (pineal gland model) so that un-good ideas are lost in the cacophony.   Who are we?

We are the Arbiters. You seek our attention and scream for your wild and crazy ways to be noted. We dispense validation to the worthy and disdain to wastrels. We are the people you seek to impress because there might just be more to this whole thing after all. We are the holders of ancient truths and the horrible wisdom of the ages. We are people who desperately want you to impress us and show yourself as biped and we are the people who are never surprised when this fails to happen. And we are not amused by your dull antics.

We are in fact the validators.  We validate your public expression of your private insecurities and personal failures.  We stamp your angst-driven passive aggressive behavior as "VERIFIED", using our patented ridicule techniques.  We provide a target upon which you can vent your disappointment with the world, at prices the competition can't touch!  Who are we?

We're the Tenacious People. We will flog any horse, beat any mule, argue any drug argument, rehash the same injoke way past the point of comedy or relevance for months and we'll start half a dozen threads to do it all again next week. We are the determined people who will make you see sense and make you get the joke, even if we have to explain it very slowly. And Frequently. We won't give up, no matter what. We firmly believe that every soul can be shat on and yours looks far too clean to us. What are we?

11/10. 

[Suu]

Somebody please save all of these and put them in a thread on their own, because...damn.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Why the fuck would anyone want to "sell discordia" to others? Isn't Discordia a weapon used to reduce your enemies to a smouldering heap of ruined humanity, or am I doing it wrong? 

You can't do it wrong.

My Discordia is different from your Discordia which is different from Hoop's Discordia.  The only difference is that my Discordia is inherently superior to both of yours, on account of it's MINE and I really like and approve of me.

Bullshit! My discordia contains 3 of the most dangerous transfats and a volume knob that goes up to 12.  My discordia does 0-60 in less than 2 secs and will not slow back down, even on impact. My discordia is mutagenic, has no known antigen and is available through over 100 infection vectors, including airborne, anal and bluetooth. My discordia has no known melting point and becomes violent at room temperature. My discordia has a subtle bouquet, reminiscent of VX, with a subtle hint of Zyklon-B. My discordia is unbeaten in over twenty olympic events and holds Guinness world records for most deadly biohazard, highest altitude unmanned flight and most people ever fit inside a Mini Cooper.

Your discordia is a pale imitation mine! 

My Discordia gets attacked by hornets on a more or less regular basis.  My Discordia doesn't hit the brakes in Reddington Pass.  My Discordia is up for any program.  My Discordia is rather fetching.  My Discordia brings all the boys to the yard.  My Discordia does its little turn on the catwalk.  On the catwalk, yeah.  My Discordia dances, despite having no skill or aptitude for said dancing.  My Discordia enrages the Mike.

My Discordia was too busy to take it to the wall, so it got to work perfecting a new technique that brings the wall to it. Instead of finding forums to troll, now I sit back while people come to me and troll themselves. I call this "The Passive Troll". It's a self-trolling machine. And the best part? THE PEOPLE LOVE IT.

That's My Discordia.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Why the fuck would anyone want to "sell discordia" to others? Isn't Discordia a weapon used to reduce your enemies to a smouldering heap of ruined humanity, or am I doing it wrong? 

You can't do it wrong.

My Discordia is different from your Discordia which is different from Hoop's Discordia.  The only difference is that my Discordia is inherently superior to both of yours, on account of it's MINE and I really like and approve of me.

Bullshit! My discordia contains 3 of the most dangerous transfats and a volume knob that goes up to 12.  My discordia does 0-60 in less than 2 secs and will not slow back down, even on impact. My discordia is mutagenic, has no known antigen and is available through over 100 infection vectors, including airborne, anal and bluetooth. My discordia has no known melting point and becomes violent at room temperature. My discordia has a subtle bouquet, reminiscent of VX, with a subtle hint of Zyklon-B. My discordia is unbeaten in over twenty olympic events and holds Guinness world records for most deadly biohazard, highest altitude unmanned flight and most people ever fit inside a Mini Cooper.

Your discordia is a pale imitation mine! 

My Discordia gets attacked by hornets on a more or less regular basis.  My Discordia doesn't hit the brakes in Reddington Pass.  My Discordia is up for any program.  My Discordia is rather fetching.  My Discordia brings all the boys to the yard.  My Discordia does its little turn on the catwalk.  On the catwalk, yeah.  My Discordia dances, despite having no skill or aptitude for said dancing.  My Discordia enrages the Mike.

My Discordia was too busy to take it to the wall, so it got to work perfecting a new technique that brings the wall to it. Instead of finding forums to troll, now I sit back while people come to me and troll themselves. I call this "The Passive Troll". It's a self-trolling machine. And the best part? THE PEOPLE LOVE IT.

That's My Discordia.

The interbutts exist so that people can be outraged.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Why the fuck would anyone want to "sell discordia" to others? Isn't Discordia a weapon used to reduce your enemies to a smouldering heap of ruined humanity, or am I doing it wrong? 

You can't do it wrong.

My Discordia is different from your Discordia which is different from Hoop's Discordia.  The only difference is that my Discordia is inherently superior to both of yours, on account of it's MINE and I really like and approve of me.

Bullshit! My discordia contains 3 of the most dangerous transfats and a volume knob that goes up to 12.  My discordia does 0-60 in less than 2 secs and will not slow back down, even on impact. My discordia is mutagenic, has no known antigen and is available through over 100 infection vectors, including airborne, anal and bluetooth. My discordia has no known melting point and becomes violent at room temperature. My discordia has a subtle bouquet, reminiscent of VX, with a subtle hint of Zyklon-B. My discordia is unbeaten in over twenty olympic events and holds Guinness world records for most deadly biohazard, highest altitude unmanned flight and most people ever fit inside a Mini Cooper.

Your discordia is a pale imitation mine! 

My Discordia gets attacked by hornets on a more or less regular basis.  My Discordia doesn't hit the brakes in Reddington Pass.  My Discordia is up for any program.  My Discordia is rather fetching.  My Discordia brings all the boys to the yard.  My Discordia does its little turn on the catwalk.  On the catwalk, yeah.  My Discordia dances, despite having no skill or aptitude for said dancing.  My Discordia enrages the Mike.

My Discordia was too busy to take it to the wall, so it got to work perfecting a new technique that brings the wall to it. Instead of finding forums to troll, now I sit back while people come to me and troll themselves. I call this "The Passive Troll". It's a self-trolling machine. And the best part? THE PEOPLE LOVE IT.

That's My Discordia.

The interbutts exist so that people can be outraged.

So, so gloriously true.

[Reginald Ret]

Note:
The stub in Aneristic Illusions says that this was moved to Principia Discussion when it was moved to The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Note:
The stub in Aneristic Illusions says that this was moved to Principia Discussion when it was moved to The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts.

Funny story about that.

[trix]

We are the goalies of the mind.  Every thought you have that could lead to a comfortable conclusion, we smack that shit the fuck out of here.  We are the gentlemen professors of mattress logout.  We teach you how to have class, while shitting the bed.  We are the pristine harbingers of dinosaur cell phone abuse. When we take selfies, entire species of lizard die out from the radiation exposure of the flash.  We are the anal retentive subspecies that is left when the shit misses the fan completely, lands on Kim Jong-un's face, and sets off the nuclear apocolypse.  We once managed to rub our tummies WHILE patting our head, and fuck you we don't need proof.  We are the narraters, pointing out and emphasizing things you'd really prefer to pretend didn't exist.  We are the street artists, drawing caracatures of the stupid face you make as you gasp your final, horrified breath.  And caracatures are FUNNY, so we laugh and laugh.  We are the undertaker that carefully arranges your loved one so that he has his dick in his hand in death, just like he did in life.  We are the flying spaghetti monster, personified.  We like hot dogs and magnets, however the fuck they work.  Who are we?

[whenhellfreezes]

Why the fuck would anyone want to "sell discordia" to others? Isn't Discordia a weapon used to reduce your enemies to a smouldering heap of ruined humanity, or am I doing it wrong? 

You can't do it wrong.

My Discordia is different from your Discordia which is different from Hoop's Discordia.  The only difference is that my Discordia is inherently superior to both of yours, on account of it's MINE and I really like and approve of me.

Bullshit! My discordia contains 3 of the most dangerous transfats and a volume knob that goes up to 12.  My discordia does 0-60 in less than 2 secs and will not slow back down, even on impact. My discordia is mutagenic, has no known antigen and is available through over 100 infection vectors, including airborne, anal and bluetooth. My discordia has no known melting point and becomes violent at room temperature. My discordia has a subtle bouquet, reminiscent of VX, with a subtle hint of Zyklon-B. My discordia is unbeaten in over twenty olympic events and holds Guinness world records for most deadly biohazard, highest altitude unmanned flight and most people ever fit inside a Mini Cooper.

Your discordia is a pale imitation mine! 

My Discordia gets attacked by hornets on a more or less regular basis.  My Discordia doesn't hit the brakes in Reddington Pass.  My Discordia is up for any program.  My Discordia is rather fetching.  My Discordia brings all the boys to the yard.  My Discordia does its little turn on the catwalk.  On the catwalk, yeah.  My Discordia dances, despite having no skill or aptitude for said dancing.  My Discordia enrages the Mike.

My Discordia infected Madagascar.


Game, set, match.  Bitches.

Madagascar, took a non-lethal dose. Then afterwards the remaining infected were used to do experiments on until a superior super strand was isolated. After much discussion the government couldn't even come up with a good name for the super strand. The first (second wave) victim named it after his favorite band and it stuck.

[JamesStrangefellow]

I assumed he meant how everyone on the internet hates us.

poeples everywhere hate the dissolution of their order for you by your own liberty.
it don't make sense to me.
a bird never sings as beautifully in a cage.
they also probably subliminally recognize you are in the vibration of the big vibrator and that affects different people different ways.
some rejoice, others not...

[Pæs]

56 posts.

JamesStrangefellow, you are an insufferable son of a bitch, evidently too socially inept to detect the subtle cues that your contributions are being rejected and mocked, let alone grasp the how and why of this rejection. The activity in threads you are contributing to is taking place in spite of your posts, each of which reads like a pointed refusal to communicate.

This is no way to make friends and the feedback of the members of this community should have made that clear.

Our only hope is that you very young, in which case perhaps we can tolerate you with condescending head pats, pulling punches when we must give negative feedback and by patiently ignoring your nonsense because we are after all VERY NICE PEOPLE and would like to give you space to develop into a less irritating person.