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East Lodge wrote:Are those sketchy burritos for me? I don't want those. The gods find this place odd, anyway. You like explaining your nudity to your parents? No. I don't like it when my Lady and Lord tell me "wtf are you doing, child?". It's embarrassing

Sing along with me, everybody!

    "One of these things is not like the other
    One of these things just doesn't belong ..."

East Lodge wrote:You ever have your parents walk in at that one scene? Yeah they love watching human affairs, and they heard that their servant is worshipping Zombie Jesus and calling them "Master" in character. They were concerned and were like "Are you really worshipping these false idols?" And I had to say "no, my Lord, it's a joke. It's a game I play." And then Loki showed up and wanted fries today, and did not want me to move his fries from a spot that someone would have moved. Oh well, Loki does what Loki wants.

While I'm particularly fond of trickster figures like pre-Zombie Jesus and Loki, I'm not sure they'd have much to say to your parents, other than: "Buzzkill much, my dudes?" You really need to get your parents to relax more. Have you considered spiking their bottled water with Thorazine?

Jewish Underground State wrote:I'm only here cause my people need something to make them happy at this point.

Have you considered combining catapults, cream pies, and politicians into a long-distance game show? You can award extra points for extreme velocity. And for the bonus round?--The cream pies contain grenades. I'd binge-watch that so hard.

The weekend poetry contest is under way. Zany Zanes is judging magic.

Zany Zanes wrote:Thank you for the...uh...honor...and paste. Next weekend the poetry type is dealers choice and the theme is magic in honor of National Unicorn Day.

Zombie Penguins wrote:The weekend poetry contest is under way. Zany Zanes is judging magic.

*Ahem!* Presenting a poem, entitled "Third Place Shall By Mine."
_____

A single blue line of crayon was
drawn along every wall in his house.
What does it mean, I asked.

A pirate needs the sight of the sea,
he said, as he pulled his eye-patch down,
then turned and sailed away.

Best paranoia ever.

Lidushik - Paranoia
https://youtu.be/WYwF7yMhrd0

The eostre hare

Brocklandia wrote:Sing along with me, everybody!

    "One of these things is not like the other
    One of these things just doesn't belong ..."

While I'm particularly fond of trickster figures like pre-Zombie Jesus and Loki, I'm not sure they'd have much to say to your parents, other than: "Buzzkill much, my dudes?" You really need to get your parents to relax more. Have you considered spiking their bottled water with Thorazine?

Have you considered combining catapults, cream pies, and politicians into a long-distance game show? You can award extra points for extreme velocity. And for the bonus round?--The cream pies contain grenades. I'd binge-watch that so hard.

I'm not saying my deities are literally parents. I needed a metaphor, er, allegory. What else is similar to a god asking you if this is really sacrilege? Uh uh irrelevant thesis. Anyways!

I know it doesn't belong. God I haven't been playfully teased in forever. It's fun. Lately it's been bullying, and not playing to make the hole in your soulless body happy.

I had a dream that some friends from middle school were in the dream smp. This kid got shot on a horse during a fight sometime around Revivebur showed up. And then there was a hotel that tried to kidnap a bunch of people by leaving an open door and left out a sign saying "Walk in here!" Or something... and then a cop came in who was like a mix or Little Nas X, Ariana Grande, and the person who gave me a permit at the DMV yelled because "This room was supposed to be a place where we talk about how bad the world is now, because we were dumb." And keep in mind, the people responsible kidnapped like the whole dream town. They kidnapped the dsmp middle school people too. The thing is, the hotel was just fun. It was like bomb, until the doors closed on the human cage they built and left it wide open.

I also had a dream about this movie where this skater weed druggy lanky 20 year old and this successful Bella Donna 20 year old had to live with the guy's parents, and she liked the makeup his mom had. It was called Senior Performance, and I don't know if that's a real movie or not

Post self-deleted by Pricane.

There you are.... oh damn it.

*leaves squirrel on the bar*
I can't believe we have to play this game.

This was on the house, waiting for someone to take it.
*surprisingly just waits behind the bar*

Durian fruits

*steals food because plants dont eat plants*

Durian fruits wrote:*steals food because plants dont eat plants*

*jumps and shoots your direction*

...
*throws durian onto the teleporter, sending them to the basement*

*gets back down*

Definitely not east lodge wrote:My choker hurts to wear

Is it the one with all of those spikes?

Zombie Penguins wrote:The weekend poetry contest is under way. Zany Zanes is judging magic.

A marvelous magician named Mandrake
Turned his assistant into a rake
The crowd was aghast
As the trick seemed to last
But that freshly raked lawn looks great!

Brocklandia, Zombie Penguins, Zany Zanes, Alta Sil, and 1 otherDefinitely not east lodge

East Lodge wrote:I can't believe we have to play this game.

You could take up knitting instead. Cheffy could use a new scarf.

Durian fruits wrote:*steals food because plants dont eat plants*

Uhm, then what do you think a high percentage of the organic matter that roots consume used to be? And then there are parasitic plants like mistletoe, black senna, and cancer-root/broomrape that drain organic sustenance from living plants by "eating" them.

Why are you all looking at me like that? Janitors are supposed to know this kind of stuff, for ... reasons.

East Lodge wrote:*throws durian onto the teleporter, sending them to the basement*

Next time you decide to send a snack to the Spaghetti Monster in the basement, send along a gallon or two of dipping sauce.

East Lodge wrote:God I haven't been playfully teased in forever.

You make yourself sound like an '80s hairdo. Need more Final Net?

Brocklandia wrote:You could take up knitting instead. Cheffy could use a new scarf.

*ignore*

Brocklandia wrote:Next time you decide to send a snack to the Spaghetti Monster in the basement, send along a gallon or two of dipping sauce.

*places gallons of chicken nugget sauce on the teleporter*

Brocklandia wrote:You make yourself sound like an '80s hairdo. Need more Final Net?

I want a net for your mouth. Keep it coming

Durian fruits

Brocklandia wrote:Uhm, then what do you think a high percentage of the organic matter that roots consume used to be? And then there are parasitic plants like mistletoe, black senna, and cancer-root/broomrape that drain organic sustenance from living plants by "eating" them.

Why are you all looking at me like that? Janitors are supposed to know this kind of stuff, for ... reasons.

For moral reasons. It's the plant vegetarianism and is rooted in a sense of specist tribalism. I mean, oh no, the spaghetti monster.

Brocklandia wrote:Next time you decide to send a snack to the Spaghetti Monster in the basement, send along a gallon or two of dipping sauce.

On no. Not again!

Brocklandia wrote:You could take up knitting instead. Cheffy could use a new scarf.

I do the knitting. I want to make a frog beanie. I knit listening to heavy metal, too. Dont think I'm listening to some kind of cottagecore bs.

*hides in basement, avoiding the flying spaghetti monster and the dead durian*

Durian fruits

*pops back into existance*

I will never cease existing. If I die, I come back to haunt everyone's nightmares.

East Lodge wrote:I want a net for your mouth. Keep it coming

Beep-beep, beep-beep, yeah!

Durian fruits wrote:If I die, I come back to haunt everyone's nightmares.

Yeah, yeah--you and everyone else. Get in line.

Little poem for the weekend contest:

A Child and their dreams
No dream allowed, there
Where everything ends

You should hurry, dream amazingly
The days run
The eternal fountain has never been found

The winds that shake your house
Come from a place high
A place where everything belongs

Hurry. You are here.

Brocklandia wrote:Beep-beep, beep-beep, yeah!

Shut the fck up!!!!

Chronial wrote:Little poem for the weekend contest:

A Child and their dreams
No dream allowed, there
Where everything ends

You should hurry, dream amazingly
The days run
The eternal fountain has never been found

The winds that shake your house
Come from a place high
A place where everything belongs

Hurry. You are here.

Saving this for my own poetic venture

Well I was gonna request 5 minutes of "romantic Brocky", but I think I changed my mind. Plus I'm like 18 in hs anyway probably a literal crime...

Durian fruits

Brocklandia wrote:Yeah, yeah--you and everyone else. Get in line.

I don't want to get in line. I want to drink some pineapple juice; I'll get in line for that

Pricane wrote:I do the knitting. I want to make a frog beanie. I knit listening to heavy metal, too. Dont think I'm listening to some kind of cottagecore bs.

*hides in basement, avoiding the flying spaghetti monster and the dead durian*

What even is cottagecore?

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