*pops up my dorsal fin and circles the bowl menacingly as E-F leading tone leitmotif plays in the background*
Daaaaaaaaa da…
Daaaaaaaaa da…
Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum
Doodle doooooooooooooooooo!
Wait until I do the thing where I leap up out of the water and gnash my teeth, it scares the hell out of the toilet tourists. Except the Japanese, they just take my photo. Then try to harpoon me.
What are you doing up at that hour anyway, Brother John? 4:32 am? That’s zero-dark-hundred, that is.
Oh, I’m generally up at this time, getting ready for work. It’s Central Time here, two hours later than the Pacific time the site uses. I don’t usually post anything until well after my first cup of coffee, though, so you have me at a disadvantage!
And, you know, the thing about a circle-type shark in a bowl… he’s got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll’s eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn’t seem to be living… until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then… ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin’. The ocean turns red, and despite all the poundin’ and the hollerin’, they all come in and they… rip you to pieces. You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men in that circle-type bowl.
It can’t be! After all, custard is a type of pudding, isn’t it? And remember, no pudding, no life! So you’re telling me that life itself is.. is a LIE? I need to talk to my therapist… No, maybe my spiritual advisor… No, I think I’ll go eat some cake…
Toilet-Shark Flavored Ice Cream? Sounds…not like a Ben & Jerry’s confection. Toilet-Shark Sushi, though, now that might infect us but it would sure be flavorful.
People have put stranger flavours than that into ice-cream. Octopus ice-cream, ox tongue ice-cream, horseflesh ice-cream, and of course whalemeat ice-cream – toilet shark ice-cream is nothing terribly odd.
No, it says it’s a “bowl of microwave.” Microwave as in singular. Now waves, per se, are not really well suited for counting, so we have to assume that what is contained is one photon of microwave energy. This is, of course, insufficient to pop even one kernel. So if you plan on making popcorn for lunch, you’ll just have to use your cell phone.
Wow – I get a whole bowl of microwave all to myself? Oh, joy! I don’t care what shape it is! Pass the chocolate sauce, Eunice!
Better watch out. You’re circling the bowl.
*pops up my dorsal fin and circles the bowl menacingly as E-F leading tone leitmotif plays in the background*
Daaaaaaaaa da…
Daaaaaaaaa da…
Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum
Doodle doooooooooooooooooo!
Just when you thought it was safe to go back into the toilet…
Wait until I do the thing where I leap up out of the water and gnash my teeth, it scares the hell out of the toilet tourists. Except the Japanese, they just take my photo. Then try to harpoon me.
What are you doing up at that hour anyway, Brother John? 4:32 am? That’s zero-dark-hundred, that is.
Oh, I’m generally up at this time, getting ready for work. It’s Central Time here, two hours later than the Pacific time the site uses. I don’t usually post anything until well after my first cup of coffee, though, so you have me at a disadvantage!
And, you know, the thing about a circle-type shark in a bowl… he’s got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll’s eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn’t seem to be living… until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then… ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin’. The ocean turns red, and despite all the poundin’ and the hollerin’, they all come in and they… rip you to pieces. You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men in that circle-type bowl.
What’s yellow and dangerous?
Shark-infested custard!!
The custard lies!
It can’t be! After all, custard is a type of pudding, isn’t it? And remember, no pudding, no life! So you’re telling me that life itself is.. is a LIE? I need to talk to my therapist… No, maybe my spiritual advisor… No, I think I’ll go eat some cake…
Freeze the custard in an ice cream churn to go with the cake. Custard has multiple personalities disorder.
I guess Custer brought the wrong one to Little Big Horn.
I like to think that it is a dessert of many talents. And I am happy to infest custard or ice-cream anytime.
Toilet-Shark Flavored Ice Cream? Sounds…not like a Ben & Jerry’s confection. Toilet-Shark Sushi, though, now that might infect us but it would sure be flavorful.
People have put stranger flavours than that into ice-cream. Octopus ice-cream, ox tongue ice-cream, horseflesh ice-cream, and of course whalemeat ice-cream – toilet shark ice-cream is nothing terribly odd.
Wasabi ice cream to cleanse the palate and clear the sinuses.
But the cake’s a lie, too…
But, do they have Frickin’ lasers???
Hee hee, punditkitchen ref WIN!
You’d better just hope that the toilet sharks don’t learn to fly…
[img]http://www.demotivateus.com/posters/flying-sharks-demotivational-poster.jpg[/img]
Oh, intercourse it, try this one…
http://www.demotivateus.com/tag/flying-sharks/
Someone enlighten me…what is this about toilet sharks?
I hope they put in enough microwaves to pop my bag of popcorn. This is easier to take to cook lunch than my old 25kg box of microwaves.
No, it says it’s a “bowl of microwave.” Microwave as in singular. Now waves, per se, are not really well suited for counting, so we have to assume that what is contained is one photon of microwave energy. This is, of course, insufficient to pop even one kernel. So if you plan on making popcorn for lunch, you’ll just have to use your cell phone.
A bowl of microwave, part of this nutritious breakfast. Stays crunchy even in milk!
The microwaves will heat milk for hot chocolate.
In Soviet Russia, microwave heats YOU!
In Soviet Russia, Comment Posts You!
In Comment, Soviet russia you posts!
Yes! And please enjoy your molecule of hot chocolate.
It burned my tongue.
That must have been one HOT molecule!
I like it when my bowl stays crunchy.
I know. Don’t you just hate when the milk makes your bowl all soggy and mushy?
It’s even worse when the spoon melts in your mouth!
Passing nutritionists or dieticians should look away now… Even if it’s for breakfast, I’m still putting chocolate sauce on it.
Anyone who puts chocolate sauce on their bowl of breakfast has a successful career in children’s cereals (R and D) ahead of them!
On bacon and eggs?
Nope. I don’t eat bacon – if I want to taste pigmeat, I’ll bite my husband – and the only way I like my eggs in the morning is unfertilized.
With chocolate sauce?
Sometimes, but dahling, that’s none of your beeswax *giggle giggle*
-You are attacked by a giant rat!
-Ok, I use my +2 Bowl of Microwave… with some of those carrots from the enchanted forest and a pint of water.
-The rat is microwaved! You now have a bowl of rat-soup.
That’s what I thought ^^
You’re playing a dwarf, aren’t you?
Quit playing games with my dwarf
Before you tear us aparf
1 question: Is it an RUS? A Rodent of Unusual Size?
“My dear, I highly doubt they exist!”
Bowl of Microwave…Sounds Yummy!What’s in it?
Bowl of Microwave is full of stale popcorn and bits of macaroni, I imagine..
I just love to have bowl of microwave for breakfast.
sound’s like a D&D item “The Circletype Bowl of the Microwaves-+3 to Heat Resistance, +6 to Radiation Resistance”
great deal! im taking it!