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A day with prunes is like a day without sunshine…
If you take too much of them you will be longing solid feces.
Sounds to me like a phrase from an overwrought old poet, something like,
In that eon of time when we
Pass from the fruits of the vines of youthful passion
To encounter yet again
The prunes of longing in our golden age…
Prune poetry! Awesome!
Maybe it should be a Haiku:
Ripe Plum, now sun dried
Make me regular today
Prunes of my Longing
Never has such an unworthy food been so beautifully honored. (sniff)
There was a young lady named June
Who found that she longed for a prune,
But a bowl of dried plum
Went straight to her bum –
She’s been in the dunny since noon.
you’re rights *sigh*
Better than prunes of burning.
Sounds similar to the book, “The Grapes of Wrathing”, by John Steinbecking.
TAKE THAT *throughs another prune that asplodes and catches fire* HAHAHAHAHA!
I was going to make a snarky comment on the word “asplode” but on second thought it’s very appropriate here.
Your head assplode.
That usually happens from an overload of the cyoot when looking at the lolkittehs.
All too true! Always finding brain matter on the keyboard.
It could also be the title of the memoirs of an exotic dancer who happened to dance in clubs that were uncomfortably convenient to old-age homes and retirement communities.
Or, still yet, the title of a paean to the joys of anile sex.
They, whom constipation hurts most foully, eat the prunes of longing, chased by the milks of magnesia.
They were once the Plums of Love.
*weep*
This is the funniest thing I’ve read in a long, long time. *Thank you.*
The prunes are shorting instead of longing morning meditations. I don’t even get through the comics.
You should probably stick to natural prunes and avoid the electrical ones, as the electrical ones do have that annoying tendency to short out.
As, apparently, also did the careers of the Electric Prunes.
Hey, I think I saw them live once…
Was their stage presence electrifying?
Well, it certainly gave me the sh!ts.
Nothing worse than a bad case of electric sh!ts.
As a real man myself I cant go a single day without having one or else I wont be able to bend and be erect to any circumstance.
I refuse to let Sir Cumstance mess around with me! I’m a real man!
Obviously I meant to nest this in Kinky Tom’s post above, but didn’t.
thats okey it happens ^_^
These are old news…the i-prune is soon to realease at the Mac store. It’s twice as expensive as the prune of longing, but it greatly extends your capacity to long.
I, for one, think I’ve longed long enough! Why would I want more??
because in this life you can never have enough longing!
also…
The Zune Prune I think is a way better deal because it’s cheaper and has even more longing inside than the I-Prune.
What douece book can I find them in?
I want to use them in my next campaign…
s/douece/source
A veritable revelation of “How Engrish Happens” – - even to a native speaker.
Prunes of longing? The way I see it, this is:
some kind of spell on a pedo MMORPG
~OR~
blue balls.
•_•
The translation is actually correct, it’s named so in Chinese perhaps because the unique sour and sweet taste feels just like that…
Haha, this sounds like the title of a romance novel for old ladies.
Bet you there’s a DND item called the Prunes of Longing.
So it’s an accurate translation? I thought it might mean “dried longans.”
this is correct translation, although probably too literal since english speaking people aren’t as likely to name their products really poetically unlike the chinese
After eating these prunes, I long to go to the bathroom…
It looks like li hing mui. We used to eat these as kids in Hawaii. They are salty, sweet and sour at the same time. I think they taste wonderful, but everyone I’ve given them to thinks I am nuts!
Any country that has “prunes of longing” has clearly not lost the joys of simple things. Here in the jaded US, where my daughter, who got every single thing on her Christmas list and plenty more, complained of boredom not two hours after opening all her gifts, we’ve clearly lost that.
starsky, i really had a zazen moment there, so this has been quite fruitful.