Discordians with questions of a religious or philosophic nature, or in need of instruction on how to live a better life, are requested to direct their inquiries to the new Religio-Philosophic Instructor of Discordianism, Sri Jai Ma Coyote Avadhut.
He is an expert on Islam because he read a book about it once. He is an expert on Buddhism because he heard a hippie tell a zen story once, the one zen story that hippies know, and it really enhanced his awareness of how people don't act the way he thinks they ought to act. He is an expert on Hinduism because he has a copy of The Higher Taste that a Hare Krishna gave him at the airport and he really wants to try one of those recipes sometime.
He is an expert on Wicca because he has a little tin box with a picture of the moon on the lid that he keeps his drugs and a couple of old wheat back pennies in, and he bought it at that weird store at the mall that sells candles and tarot cards and that one girl that works there calls herself Morticia Darkness and says she's a real witch.
He is an expert on Shinto and the New Religions because he used to have some Hello Kitty stickers that smelled like strawberry but he can't find them now, though they must be in his house somewhere. He is an expert on all aspects of Chinese Philosophy including Mohism, Neo-Mohism, and Eclectic Siniticism because he tried to watch that movie Raise the Red Lantern once because she heard it was like a Chinese Gone With the Wind and he liked Gone With the Wind - all those pretty dresses! - but he fell asleep in the middle of it, Raise the Red Lantern I mean, and when he woke up the CD was over and he'd lost his place.
You can count on him to have all the answers, you bet.
Okay for now,
Dok
Dear your holiness,
how do i please melek taus and be a better yazidi?
Speaking as jewish zoroastrian of course.
This is bullshit. I want TGRR.
-navKat
(Has a clip of silver 9mms somewhere around here...)*
*Dear Prescot Bush Family, Obama and DHS: This is a joke. I am not making a threat, nor am I a "homegrown terriss." It's still #freespeech to make jokes in this country as long as I don't wanna "blank @MichelleBachman up the blank with a blank," right?
And then there were drones in the bayou.
Navkat will be missed. My guru coyote would you care to give a benediction for the lady who distracted you from your guard duties in that womp i did?
I was in a WOMP?
I have ADD-PI which means I don't read all of the freads all of the times and I lose track of what is the fuck a lot because I start to get all riled up, write half a rant and then my brain goes "Okay, I'm done. I'm gonna go check facebook and then look at pr0n for a bit."
Yep. I forget where it is but it happened within the last two months and im pretty sure it wasnt in wompertainment. It was in a thread about how rogers brain was messing with him and was telling him people were plotting against him. With my womp i confirmed that his fears were absolutely true.
OMG please find/repost/link! I would love to see WOMP about navKat.
I'm just going to stop making threads for a while.
Wont be able to bump thread till i get home- but that will be in a couple of hours.
Sorry dok. I am waiting for coyotes advice.
Now now, Oh Children of the Fold. The Good Doktor does me too little kindness. While I know some of you may question the endorsment of my Spiritualosity
TM by a Man of SCIENCE!!
TM, and I know even more of you are wondering how exactly I plan on filling our poor deceased Reverend. I employ you all to do the Right things and let me do all your thinking.
It is for the children.
Also, I filled his shoes with poop, I am a coyote after all.
Quote from: An Twidsteoir on March 05, 2012, 09:45:18 PM
Dear your holiness,
how do i please melek taus and be a better yazidi?
Quote from: An Twidsteoir on March 05, 2012, 09:47:20 PM
Speaking as jewish zoroastrian of course.
First you must procure a fifth of whiskey. Bourbon is acceptable, but only on alternate Aprils. You must then bless it by concussing your forehead with the bottle until you attain a state of oneness with the bottle. Then you must anoint your eyes, first the left then the right, with a shot of whiskey each, then your testicles and finally your armpits. Finally, you must shed your robes, you do have the proper robes right, and spin at acute angels to the rotation of the Earth, while drinking the whiskey straight from the bottle.
That is of course is only to instill the proper amount of holiness to be allowed to bless the altar to Giant Peacock. Of which you shall build where so ever you expell the demons that have exorcised from your bowels by that aforementioned holy rite.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 05, 2012, 10:29:12 PM
I'm just going to stop making threads for a while.
I was just about to post "We're fucking up." in re: to this threadjack.
Sorry. This is about how some canine bit TGRR in the leg and needs to be confined to a dogrun for awhiles righ...?
Quote from: An Twidsteoir on March 05, 2012, 09:59:53 PM
And then there were drones in the bayou.
Navkat will be missed. My guru coyote would you care to give a benediction for the lady who distracted you from your guard duties in that womp i did?
She must do the rites of penance first. 125 squat thrusts with a hammer in her left hand and power drill in the other. Only then will she be the fraction of purity needed to receive a benediction.
And i get a month preparation for it too! Huzzah! Namaste llamaful one.
And oh my.... To the second one.
Quote from: An Twidsteoir on March 05, 2012, 10:42:24 PM
And i get a month preparation for it too! Huzzah! Namaste llamaful one.
Oh no. You have to start tonight. This is a currently the middle of April by the Yazidi-Coyote Holy Tribunal Calendar. You also don't get alternate Aprils until you reach the 6th degree.
Righto. Holiness all in my wastebasket tonight. Got it.
Quote from: An Twidsteoir on March 05, 2012, 10:45:25 PM
Righto. Holiness all in my wastebasket tonight. Got it.
Must be done outside.
Legal disclaimer. The High Holy Tribunal and Hotdog Stand of Coyote, Coyote, Peacock and Tomahawk, are not legally liable in secular retribution from practicing your faith.
Get holy, but do so responsibly. Appoint a designated sinner.
Hmmm... My usual designated sinner will not be available tonight. Would you be able to grant perceived temporary sentience to an inanimate object- say the fake well out back or perhaps the shed- in order to fulfill this role? Or otherwise some mantra to enslave hippies in my neighborhood?
The santeros are off limits though for obviouus reasons.
Twid
thoroughly enjoys jamaica plain
O Great and Powerful Holy Man, how can I make an appropriate sacrifice to Tlazolteotl without flaying the skins of my enemies and wearing them as a suit? The nice men with guns said next time they're not going to let it slide.
You People are running off Rog and *I'm* gonna get blamed for this motherlode of jenkem.
Quote from: navkat on March 05, 2012, 11:41:39 PM
You People are running off Rog and *I'm* gonna get blamed for this motherlode of jenkem.
Naw, everything's fine.
Shit. Coyote, ima need your #. I've gone weeks without guidance and my mind is starting to creep sideways.
With any luck at all, Coyote will nail that bastard TGRR into his coffin once and for all.
REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED TO PIXIE!
Pixie lives down the hall from "PIT YER HEID IN" divinity, and does not need to justify our BS with her presence.
I, for one, acknowledge no views but the orthodox TGRR-ist (Or the Martin Universalism when LARP'ing, but that's a long story)
Quote from: Richter on March 06, 2012, 02:20:43 AM
Pixie lives down the hall from "PIT YER HEID IN" divinity, and does not need to justify our BS with her presence.
I, for one, acknowledge no views but the orthodox TGRR-ist (Or the Martin Universalism when LARP'ing, but that's a long story)
THEN THOU SHALT BE EXCOMMUNICATED AND DAMNED FOR ALL OF ETERNITY FOR WAYS SO SINFUL THEY MAKE CATS LOOK LIKE SAINTS!!!!!!!!!!
Quote from: Guru Coyote on March 06, 2012, 02:32:05 AM
Quote from: Richter on March 06, 2012, 02:20:43 AM
Pixie lives down the hall from "PIT YER HEID IN" divinity, and does not need to justify our BS with her presence.
I, for one, acknowledge no views but the orthodox TGRR-ist (Or the Martin Universalism when LARP'ing, but that's a long story)
THEN THOU SHALT BE EXCOMMUNICATED AND DAMNED FOR ALL OF ETERNITY FOR WAYS SO SINFUL THEY MAKE CATS LOOK LIKE SAINTS!!!!!!!!!!
Excommunicating is the only proven method of making sure everyone except you has casual sects.
Magnificent Coyote, Light of One Thousand Suns, King of Kings, Queen of FAAAABULOUS, Prince of Bel-Air!
Please to confide in the causality matrix which ties the rites of Santeria to the narrative arc of James and the Giant Peach?
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on March 06, 2012, 01:45:50 PM
Magnificent Coyote, Light of One Thousand Suns, King of Kings, Queen of FAAAABULOUS, Prince of Bel-Air!
Please to confide in the causality matrix which ties the rites of Santeria to the narrative arc of James and the Giant Peach?
You must to be drinking vodka. It must to be half moon time. That means half your ass is hanging out AND only half the moon moon is out. You must to be mooning your ass in the moon light. Then you must to be looking for the insect spirits and to be offering them then vodka from your own lips.
Bonus points if they either fire ants, or cicadas.
I hear and obey, First Among Masters.
Dear Coyote:
Life completely out of control. Sleep habits fucked. Doin' the Elvis (pills for sleep, pills for waking). Stress levels have exceeded "POOMP", more coffee, more everydamnthing. The light at the end of the tunnel turned out to be an advertisement for Arby's. There are blades coming out of the Southwest, and Aztecs haunt what sleep I get, screaming about variance reports and budget reforecasts. Everyone around me has a smile stapled right to their skull, and dead animals and birds appear on my property 4 times a week.
And the people, Coyote...They're all showroom dummies, living their dummy lives and eating their dummy food while they wait, patiently, for their dress rehearsal with the mortician robot. I can't get away from them. I get threatening phone calls from all manner of area codes, people wanting to talk to me, who get defensive when I ask who they are (I have no bills in collection, which rules out the obvious). It's only a matter of time before the scum get me, Coyote, and turn me into some weird stuffed fetish.
I'd run for the hills, but my feet do their own little boogie, from the house to the office & back, as if they have a mind of their own. I try to scream warnings to the people around me, I try to tell them to GET OUT WHILE THEY STILL CAN, but my mouth just recites the work plan for the day. I try to write out messages but everything's just fine. My life is great. Just ignore the above, I was only kidding.
Everything's just fine. Forever and ever and ever and ever and ever
Dear Coyote,
There is blood in my stool. What is the best course of action?
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 06, 2012, 06:27:00 PM
Dear Coyote:
Life completely out of control. Sleep habits fucked. Doin' the Elvis (pills for sleep, pills for waking). Stress levels have exceeded "POOMP", more coffee, more everydamnthing. The light at the end of the tunnel turned out to be an advertisement for Arby's. There are blades coming out of the Southwest, and Aztecs haunt what sleep I get, screaming about variance reports and budget reforecasts. Everyone around me has a smile stapled right to their skull, and dead animals and birds appear on my property 4 times a week.
And the people, Coyote...They're all showroom dummies, living their dummy lives and eating their dummy food while they wait, patiently, for their dress rehearsal with the mortician robot. I can't get away from them. I get threatening phone calls from all manner of area codes, people wanting to talk to me, who get defensive when I ask who they are (I have no bills in collection, which rules out the obvious). It's only a matter of time before the scum get me, Coyote, and turn me into some weird stuffed fetish.
I'd run for the hills, but my feet do their own little boogie, from the house to the office & back, as if they have a mind of their own. I try to scream warnings to the people around me, I try to tell them to GET OUT WHILE THEY STILL CAN, but my mouth just recites the work plan for the day. I try to write out messages but everything's just fine. My life is great. Just ignore the above, I was only kidding.
Everything's just fine. Forever and ever and ever and ever and ever
My Good Doktor,
It distresses me to hear of your plight. Only the most unwashed of masses would plague a man of Science to such ends. Ordinarily I would recommend a divestment of all worldly goods and living a life of blissful sin, but alas, you are a man of importance. Thus, you must not let the dummies get you down. I would recommend procuring a cycle of motoring, whether through purchase,
theftborrowing, or SCIENCING it out a beloved family pet/automobile. Upon this cycle I recommend you exceed that limit of speed upon a road that is high and flat. Remember, the limits of speed are for THEM, and not for men of Science. It also reccommend taking along some of the Holy Fruit of the Desert with you. You will know what to do, and when will the time to use it. But if you need some recommendations, I suggest someplace filled with THEM. Some times you must allow the Holy Spirits flow through, and out of you, and onto those dummies.
Holyly Yours,
Coyote, Guru
Quote from: Prince Glittersnatch III on March 06, 2012, 06:28:53 PM
Dear Coyote,
There is blood in my stool. What is the best course of action?
Use lube when performing extracurricular activities.
Quote from: Guru Coyote on March 06, 2012, 06:39:37 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 06, 2012, 06:27:00 PM
Dear Coyote:
Life completely out of control. Sleep habits fucked. Doin' the Elvis (pills for sleep, pills for waking). Stress levels have exceeded "POOMP", more coffee, more everydamnthing. The light at the end of the tunnel turned out to be an advertisement for Arby's. There are blades coming out of the Southwest, and Aztecs haunt what sleep I get, screaming about variance reports and budget reforecasts. Everyone around me has a smile stapled right to their skull, and dead animals and birds appear on my property 4 times a week.
And the people, Coyote...They're all showroom dummies, living their dummy lives and eating their dummy food while they wait, patiently, for their dress rehearsal with the mortician robot. I can't get away from them. I get threatening phone calls from all manner of area codes, people wanting to talk to me, who get defensive when I ask who they are (I have no bills in collection, which rules out the obvious). It's only a matter of time before the scum get me, Coyote, and turn me into some weird stuffed fetish.
I'd run for the hills, but my feet do their own little boogie, from the house to the office & back, as if they have a mind of their own. I try to scream warnings to the people around me, I try to tell them to GET OUT WHILE THEY STILL CAN, but my mouth just recites the work plan for the day. I try to write out messages but everything's just fine. My life is great. Just ignore the above, I was only kidding.
Everything's just fine. Forever and ever and ever and ever and ever
My Good Doktor,
It distresses me to hear of your plight. Only the most unwashed of masses would plague a man of Science to such ends. Ordinarily I would recommend a divestment of all worldly goods and living a life of blissful sin, but alas, you are a man of importance. Thus, you must not let the dummies get you down. I would recommend procuring a cycle of motoring, whether through purchase, theftborrowing, or SCIENCING it out a beloved family pet/automobile. Upon this cycle I recommend you exceed that limit of speed upon a road that is high and flat. Remember, the limits of speed are for THEM, and not for men of Science. It also reccommend taking along some of the Holy Fruit of the Desert with you. You will know what to do, and when will the time to use it. But if you need some recommendations, I suggest someplace filled with THEM. Some times you must allow the Holy Spirits flow through, and out of you, and onto those dummies.
Holyly Yours,
Coyote, Guru
Can't. I'm 3,129 miles from home, and all the roads out of this Damned City lead back in the other side of the City, and the cop cars all go wokkawokkawokka and the upside down people look like ghosts of different colors. And the food pellets taste like ass.
Stress here, Coyote. HUGE stress. I think the kind of stress that Hank Sr must have felt, you can never slow down never rest never stop giddy up hossie, there's an environmental report needs doing RIGHT NOW and there's a blowfish in my chest, right, don't disturb the bastard or BAM spines sticking out of my outsized & distorted torso.
Haha. Just kidding. Everything's great. Couldn't be better. I smile all the time. Even when I sleep, or so I am told. It's a big smile, Coyote, a
friendly smile, and it's for all of you, the people I share my planet with. The people who make me so very happy.
Quote from: Guru Coyote on March 06, 2012, 06:40:18 PM
Quote from: Prince Glittersnatch III on March 06, 2012, 06:28:53 PM
Dear Coyote,
There is blood in my stool. What is the best course of action?
Use lube when performing extracurricular activities.
Quote from: Prince Glittersnatch III on March 06, 2012, 06:28:53 PM
Dear Coyote,
There is blood in my stool. What is the best course of action?
Or, conversely, poop less.
This has the benefit of giving you a magnificent backlog to inflict upon your coworkers and loved ones.
Twid,
In the role of Doktor Blight
Quote from: Prince Glittersnatch III on March 06, 2012, 06:28:53 PM
Dear Coyote,
There is blood in my stool. What is the best course of action?
That's a medical question. Unless you're wanting some heh faith healing.
O Pontifex Maxime (<---Proper Latins in the vocative case), forsooth, I realized today I realized that it's me dear Da's Fifty-Nointh Birtday. He's an Oirishman through an through, buth, he's living in that haythen land o' arr ancient enemy, England. Could you novena him up some dental care for a gift from me?
On a side note, I'm doing the Oirish musics on Saturday. It's supposed to be kids friendly, and I've chosen songs that are appropriate as Ireland can muster (it's hard to weed songs about getting drunk and being a martyr for the cause)- spiritually speaking, what should I also do to Think Of The ChildrenTM for my performance?
Quote from: Prince Glittersnatch III on March 06, 2012, 06:28:53 PM
Dear Coyote,
There is blood in my stool. What is the best course of action?
You know, no one has yet asked him
whose blood it is...
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on March 06, 2012, 06:57:29 PM
Quote from: Prince Glittersnatch III on March 06, 2012, 06:28:53 PM
Dear Coyote,
There is blood in my stool. What is the best course of action?
You know, no one has yet asked him whose blood it is...
DOES THAT MATTER THESE DAYS?
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 06, 2012, 06:59:46 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on March 06, 2012, 06:57:29 PM
Quote from: Prince Glittersnatch III on March 06, 2012, 06:28:53 PM
Dear Coyote,
There is blood in my stool. What is the best course of action?
You know, no one has yet asked him whose blood it is...
DOES THAT MATTER THESE DAYS?
And then Glittersnatch became Toothyass....
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 06, 2012, 06:48:53 PM
Quote from: Prince Glittersnatch III on March 06, 2012, 06:28:53 PM
Dear Coyote,
There is blood in my stool. What is the best course of action?
That's a medical question. Unless you're wanting some heh faith healing.
Oh no, it is a VERY spiritual question. The ability of digestive tract to divine the future is well established. Thus blood strikes me as a rather bad omen. It also had several human bones that I dont remember eating.
Quote from: Prince Glittersnatch III on March 06, 2012, 07:03:00 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 06, 2012, 06:48:53 PM
Quote from: Prince Glittersnatch III on March 06, 2012, 06:28:53 PM
Dear Coyote,
There is blood in my stool. What is the best course of action?
That's a medical question. Unless you're wanting some heh faith healing.
Oh no, it is a VERY spiritual question. The ability of digestive tract to divine the future is well established. Thus blood strikes me as a rather bad omen. It also had several human bones that I dont remember eating.
Did DNA testing confirm that it was not only human, but terrestrial life that produced the bone?
Doktor Blight,
might need a sample for further
flaming poop bags analysis.
I retract my earlier raving.
Quote from: An Twidsteoir on March 06, 2012, 07:07:51 PM
Quote from: Prince Glittersnatch III on March 06, 2012, 07:03:00 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 06, 2012, 06:48:53 PM
Quote from: Prince Glittersnatch III on March 06, 2012, 06:28:53 PM
Dear Coyote,
There is blood in my stool. What is the best course of action?
That's a medical question. Unless you're wanting some heh faith healing.
Oh no, it is a VERY spiritual question. The ability of digestive tract to divine the future is well established. Thus blood strikes me as a rather bad omen. It also had several human bones that I dont remember eating.
Did DNA testing confirm that it was not only human, but terrestrial life that produced the bone?
Doktor Blight,
might need a sample for further flaming poop bags analysis.
I already disposed of the sample, but I can show you what it looked like.
(http://i41.tinypic.com/15nrt3o.png)
Quote from: Prince Glittersnatch III on March 06, 2012, 07:16:46 PM
Quote from: An Twidsteoir on March 06, 2012, 07:07:51 PM
Quote from: Prince Glittersnatch III on March 06, 2012, 07:03:00 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 06, 2012, 06:48:53 PM
Quote from: Prince Glittersnatch III on March 06, 2012, 06:28:53 PM
Dear Coyote,
There is blood in my stool. What is the best course of action?
That's a medical question. Unless you're wanting some heh faith healing.
Oh no, it is a VERY spiritual question. The ability of digestive tract to divine the future is well established. Thus blood strikes me as a rather bad omen. It also had several human bones that I dont remember eating.
Did DNA testing confirm that it was not only human, but terrestrial life that produced the bone?
Doktor Blight,
might need a sample for further flaming poop bags analysis.
I already disposed of the sample, but I can show you what it looked like.
(http://i41.tinypic.com/15nrt3o.png)
That is clearly a human skull.
Now I have to come up with a hypothesis as to how you were able to fit a full cranium with teeth in your gullet, let alone your intestines....
no, that's a blood drawing of a skull, obviously.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 06, 2012, 06:41:15 PM
Quote from: Guru Coyote on March 06, 2012, 06:39:37 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 06, 2012, 06:27:00 PM
Dear Coyote:
Life completely out of control. Sleep habits fucked. Doin' the Elvis (pills for sleep, pills for waking). Stress levels have exceeded "POOMP", more coffee, more everydamnthing. The light at the end of the tunnel turned out to be an advertisement for Arby's. There are blades coming out of the Southwest, and Aztecs haunt what sleep I get, screaming about variance reports and budget reforecasts. Everyone around me has a smile stapled right to their skull, and dead animals and birds appear on my property 4 times a week.
And the people, Coyote...They're all showroom dummies, living their dummy lives and eating their dummy food while they wait, patiently, for their dress rehearsal with the mortician robot. I can't get away from them. I get threatening phone calls from all manner of area codes, people wanting to talk to me, who get defensive when I ask who they are (I have no bills in collection, which rules out the obvious). It's only a matter of time before the scum get me, Coyote, and turn me into some weird stuffed fetish.
I'd run for the hills, but my feet do their own little boogie, from the house to the office & back, as if they have a mind of their own. I try to scream warnings to the people around me, I try to tell them to GET OUT WHILE THEY STILL CAN, but my mouth just recites the work plan for the day. I try to write out messages but everything's just fine. My life is great. Just ignore the above, I was only kidding.
Everything's just fine. Forever and ever and ever and ever and ever
My Good Doktor,
It distresses me to hear of your plight. Only the most unwashed of masses would plague a man of Science to such ends. Ordinarily I would recommend a divestment of all worldly goods and living a life of blissful sin, but alas, you are a man of importance. Thus, you must not let the dummies get you down. I would recommend procuring a cycle of motoring, whether through purchase, theftborrowing, or SCIENCING it out a beloved family pet/automobile. Upon this cycle I recommend you exceed that limit of speed upon a road that is high and flat. Remember, the limits of speed are for THEM, and not for men of Science. It also reccommend taking along some of the Holy Fruit of the Desert with you. You will know what to do, and when will the time to use it. But if you need some recommendations, I suggest someplace filled with THEM. Some times you must allow the Holy Spirits flow through, and out of you, and onto those dummies.
Holyly Yours,
Coyote, Guru
Can't. I'm 3,129 miles from home, and all the roads out of this Damned City lead back in the other side of the City, and the cop cars all go wokkawokkawokka and the upside down people look like ghosts of different colors. And the food pellets taste like ass.
Stress here, Coyote. HUGE stress. I think the kind of stress that Hank Sr must have felt, you can never slow down never rest never stop giddy up hossie, there's an environmental report needs doing RIGHT NOW and there's a blowfish in my chest, right, don't disturb the bastard or BAM spines sticking out of my outsized & distorted torso.
Haha. Just kidding. Everything's great. Couldn't be better. I smile all the time. Even when I sleep, or so I am told. It's a big smile, Coyote, a friendly smile, and it's for all of you, the people I share my planet with. The people who make me so very happy.
Speaking as a Nephew, it's hard to be far from home. Well, home is here, but home is there also, but no matter where one may be, it's not home, is it?
Not to usurp, but, be a Canadian. Canada up the desert. Show them le magnifique of hockey and cheap Molson. And by that, I mean, drink a lot of piss beer, get on some rollerblades and huck some pasties covered in maple syrup at the miscreants with a hockey stick. And fish, because I know you're not Quebecois. The fish would be a good addition considering your clime. Do all of this wearing a RCMP uniform, and make them think that maybe, just maybe, they should be paying less attention to the southern border and more to the northern.
That would be humorous.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 06, 2012, 08:00:03 PM
That would be humorous.
And in my role as a fellow scientist, I think that this should be done. You should foster a sense of a Canadian invasion, especially from Quebec. Sheriff Joe should start profiling everybody except Native Americans.
A house divided, and all that shite.
Quote from: An Twidsteoir on March 06, 2012, 08:04:24 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 06, 2012, 08:00:03 PM
That would be humorous.
And in my role as a fellow scientist, I think that this should be done. You should foster a sense of a Canadian invasion, especially from Quebec. Sheriff Joe should start profiling everybody except Native Americans.
A house divided, and all that shite.
I will evaluate this and respond.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 06, 2012, 08:07:18 PM
Quote from: An Twidsteoir on March 06, 2012, 08:04:24 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on March 06, 2012, 08:00:03 PM
That would be humorous.
And in my role as a fellow scientist, I think that this should be done. You should foster a sense of a Canadian invasion, especially from Quebec. Sheriff Joe should start profiling everybody except Native Americans.
A house divided, and all that shite.
I will evaluate this and respond.
I look forward to it. 8)
Dear Coyote,
I am glad to hear that you have finally dethroned the Pretender and are once again dispensing spiritual advice to the world-weary. I myself am particularly world-weary, most especially the corporeal aspects of existence. Pray tell, if you would be so kind, what should I do in regards to the mutiny of my digestive tract, the pressure resonant within my sinus cavity, and the excruciating pain in the area of my pineal gland (the real one, that hokey-bologna Discordian one some people like to talk about)? Also, my roommate is a horrid, horrid sinner, what do?
Love and vomitous kisses,
Doktor Phox
Quote from: Prince Glittersnatch III on March 06, 2012, 06:28:53 PM
Dear Coyote,
There is blood in my stool. What is the best course of action?
I suspect you meant to post this here: http://www.poopreport.com/phpBB/index.php
I assume that's your usual forum, and you just got mixed up.
WHY ARE THERE CONTESTS? :horrormirth:
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on March 07, 2012, 12:49:08 AM
WHY ARE THERE CONTESTS? :horrormirth:
One does not question the Poop
TM. One must only do as one can in the can, while doing the can can.
I will be dispensing further HolynessTM tomorrow. A non-disco project suddenly made sense and I have been redoing a few weeks of work.
You people act like animals and you're obviously all insane. I don't know why I keep coming here.
Quote from: navkat on March 07, 2012, 04:15:48 PM
You people act like animals and you're obviously all insane. I don't know why I keep coming here.
Because you're one of us? :lulz:
YOU STOP, YOU.