The strangest thing you've said today...

I read out a page of Finnegans Wake today, so I've got you all beat.

edited 27th Feb '11 4:16:42 AM by Fawriel

...we have a winner. At least, if quoting things counts...

"...but not my knife, because I don't eat silent letters."

"Why can't I draw today? This is the best picture I've drawn of him today, and he isn't even wearing clothes!"

(Sadly, I do not have the picture. It is at the boyfriend's house.)

edited 28th Feb '11 3:21:01 AM by annebeeche

"SUPER APPLE DANMAKU"

"I see you, you mass of consentrated evil. Come any closer and it's toilet town for you."

I was talking to a spider >_>

I'm just gonna leave this here.

"I will only see this 'musical' if it involves a light up dragon smoking pot."

Picture the scene: an astonishingly handsome baseball cap wearing student is sat at the computer in a university library. Lights dim. Music plays: the intro to “Their Law” by the Prodigy feat. Pop Will Eat Itself. As the crescendo builds, swirling lights appear in the sky, a kaleidoscope of dazzling colours. Fluorescent meteors rain down from the heavens like fiery confetti of death. The earth shakes. St. George’s Channel parts like the motherfucking Red Sea. Stars erupt from the ground – fractal stars, exploding into Mandelbrot spirals of white hot nuclear radiation and blazing plasma. The student pauses, stands, calls out his attack with the volume of a thousand Brian Blesseds, each channelling the overwrought acting of a thousand cured porcine meat products, and slams both hands down on the keyboard. Oceans boil. Fractures appear in the Earth’s surface spanning from San Francisco to Oslo to Calcutta. Planets spin out of orbit, colliding with one another, exploding out of one another, imploding in on themselves. Galaxies ricochet off one another like bumper cars. The fabric of reality itself distorts; up becomes down, time becomes space, the abstract becomes material and the material becomes abstract. The universe is engulfed by a brilliant white light, brighter than a millinillion (real word, look it up) stars could ever hope to burn. Then, at the computer in the university library, Bobby G begins to type out a motherfucking masterpiece.

Unfortunately I was joking, because if any of that had actually happened, I would obviously have been chucked out of the library.

It would have been so awesome, though.

"The secret to knife fighting is not being particuallry aware to your left arm."

This is actually a fact I learned thirdhand that I completely beleive to be true.

@Bobby:

<_<

>_>

-starts stealing for his next script-

"You think you're such hot stuff, but I've had Kim Jong Il. We engaged in some MAD (Mutually Assured Dicksucking)."

I wish I were in that volcano, sounds nice.

Anything in the Fetishes thread about the invasion of Liechtenstein probably qualifies.

Or that.

edited 28th Feb '11 7:17:47 PM by JHM

What the-"The Regan Assasination?" Richard!

"The Cat of Damocles!"

Nvrmd

edited 1st Mar '11 1:19:10 AM by Vanitas

"I like the taste of cough syrup."

Hmm, that could also be an odd confession.

"So, we're battle rapping with the Modernists?"

(pissed off) "Aw Jesus... Fucking... Satan!"

(realizing the funny image in my head) "...On UPN!"

edited 1st Mar '11 12:29:03 PM by Fuzy2K

"I'm not saying punani is bad, I'm just saying that child murder is better."

I was talking in terms of those two things as subjects of Venetian Snares songs. Honestly.  ^*

Tautological cat is tautological. And also a cat. Details at 11.

I'm having a slow day today.

"Baked beans are like champagne."

Start of a really weird convo over Facebook Chat-

Me: I'm reproducing with your babies as we speak

edited 1st Mar '11 11:50:38 PM by Vanitas