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Oh I remember this.. I wrote this that time I drank some [rea'] absinthe.
Spelling fail. real Absinthe.
Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder!
Failure-to-read-previous-comments fail.
So that’s the meaning of life.
No, the meaning of life is………………………………..
42!
Wait……..what??
I have never used the fail term before but hey why not, Fail cause you didnt see a stupid movie called hitch hikers guide
Failfail because it was a book, radio play and TV show first.
There’s a movie? Heh… learn something new every day!
I haven’t seen anything of those, (but I have seen the trailer for the movie) but I happened to stumble upon the wikipedia for it some time ago, and I remembered 42 being the answer to the question of life.
Well………… i didn’t know that, maybe because I’VE NEVER SEEN THAT MOVIE!!!!!!!!!!!!
But have you seen the trailer for it, or the Wikipedia for it? That’s apparently all that’s required, these days, for one to be considered an expert.
I have………. i just don’t remember that much of it…….
In the first printing of the first book of the series “Hitchikers Guide to the Galaxy” page 42 was blank. Douglas Adams worked that into the rest of the series with that reference. ;D
You’re claiming sanity, but you’re reading this board? Does not compute.
My eyes are turning after reading this.
Turning Japanese?
lol’d.
Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder, doesn’t it?
I’m going to clonk you until you see a starry, starry night. *clonk*
With the top end of the shaking feeler flashlight?
no, absinthe makes the tart go fondle
Or “Absinthe makes the f@rts go Honda”.
Hark, is that an echo?
So this is what vogon poetry looks like.
“Bad pop song” is redundant.
Haha! In today’s world, yes it is!
Damnit, I think I should know this one!
I think they’re the lyrics to a Duran Duran song. I’ve been listening to them for 20+ years and still don’t know the meaning to most of them.
They’re not supposed to make sense. Trying to figure out what Duran Duran songs are about will only give you a headache.
And how long would you have been listening to them if they had made sense?
Are these directions for the new rock-climbing Roomba? The super deluxe model with strobe lights and elevator music?
Just the thing to get this Christmas for someone who keeps complaining about how dusty their rockery is, and how constantly vacuuming those boulders is sheer drudgery.
Its Nostrodamus’ most enigmatic quatrain.
How to write Dada poetry, a little copy/paste;
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CHANCE WORDS is an activity inspired by artist Tristan Tzara’s recipe for making a Dada poem:
TO MAKE A DADAIST POEM
Take a newspaper.
Take some scissors.
Choose from this paper an article of the length you want to make your poem.
Cut out the article.
Next carefully cut out each of the words that makes up this article and put them all in a bag.
Shake gently.
Next take out each cutting one after the other.
Copy conscientiously in the order in which they left the bag.
The poem will resemble you.
And there you are—an infinitely original author of charming sensibility, even though unappreciated by the vulgar herd.
—Tristan Tzara, 1920
My mouth would like to speak now
What ever it is, I can’t stop dancing!
Eight feet will climbing ceaselessly?
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SPIDERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!1!!
Yep, I reached the same conclusion.
This is a poem about a spider clinging to a disco ball.
So, that’s where Charlotte went – she faked her own death and got the hell out of Hicksville, got herself a toyboy tarantula with a great thorax and big legs, and went partying. Good for her!
Her previous boyfriend was such a hog.
She fixed him for good after he said “Just bite my head off, won’t ya!”
Boris the spider?
Who?
sung to the tune of…
Popeye the Sailor Man.
That looks like what happened the one time I tried writing song lyrics totally drunk on cognac. Just because Pete Townshend could do it back in the seventies didn’t mean it was a good idea…
Some folks DO need a flashlight to find their shaking feeler.
Whole lotta flashin’ goin’ on?
… and you turn yourself around, that’s what it’s all about!
It almost works as a verse for The Killers’ “Human.”
Hey guys, jinxed the DPh fairy here. First person to reply to this gets 3 wishes.
And the first two don’t count?
Wish for whirled peas!
What would you like to wish for?
I wish the pretentious sods with the “Visualize Whirled Peas” er, no, the “Visualize World Peace” bumper stickers would visualize using their dam turn signals once in a while.
There is a bumper sticker which says just that (visualise using your turn signal). Er, visualize. I forgot to
AmericaniseAmericanize it.I’ve never seen a dam with turn signals before. Good thing they don’t usually make turns!
Less Obama, more Reagan. Heh heh heh…
A good wife for my older son, and a long happy married life for my younger son and his sweet wife.
There. That’s three. Now as to your powers to grant them, I labor under no delusion. But that was fun!
If only I could grant those wishes. That first one was selfless.
Those were great wishes! *applause*
How can something be then-ER??? haha!
“When meet roadblock it will” < reminded me of something Yoda would say. lol
haha, I think it is suppose to be a counterfeit china made toy…