Iriohm
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Empty your minds, masses. You heard the question. This thread is inconsequential; you won't remember it in a year's time, but the question will remain, and you must answer it!
(brief pause)
...THE EYES! THE EYES I HAVE FOUND! PRAISE HERRING, FOR THEIR ALLEGED DELICIOUSNESS COMPELLS MEN TO THE VOICE OF FOREVER!!!
<_< >_>
(another brief pause)
O_O
Relative anonymity is the bomb, or some form of hefty rock, at least! A pox on social inhibition for locking our weirdness away!
Also, on a more serious note...no, it's gone...
(Look at the clock for five seconds. Now look back. Pretend I wrote "brief pause" here and continue.)
Screw it. Be as weird as possible. Go forth, my brethren, and spread thy weirdness to the nearest reaches of turning a one-eighty and staring at your feet! For the universe is donut-shaped; there is nowhere to go but in circles! You are trapped, as the walls compress your brain!
Plus, I need your support for Project Gourdfruit, the theory of which is, if we amass enough weirdness, a vortex of transmongous proportions will appear, turning the Earth sideways and rendering Antarctica habitable. An army of moth-striches (currently in orbit), will then reveal themselves and commend everyone involved on a job well done, moving the planet's hatemongers and garbage-men to said continent, and thus allowing the remainder to become a Utopian society free of both war, and people who fail to eat what they serve.
Should I have put another exclamation point there?
(brief pause)
...THE EYES! THE EYES I HAVE FOUND! PRAISE HERRING, FOR THEIR ALLEGED DELICIOUSNESS COMPELLS MEN TO THE VOICE OF FOREVER!!!
<_< >_>
(another brief pause)
O_O
Relative anonymity is the bomb, or some form of hefty rock, at least! A pox on social inhibition for locking our weirdness away!
Also, on a more serious note...no, it's gone...
(Look at the clock for five seconds. Now look back. Pretend I wrote "brief pause" here and continue.)
Screw it. Be as weird as possible. Go forth, my brethren, and spread thy weirdness to the nearest reaches of turning a one-eighty and staring at your feet! For the universe is donut-shaped; there is nowhere to go but in circles! You are trapped, as the walls compress your brain!
Plus, I need your support for Project Gourdfruit, the theory of which is, if we amass enough weirdness, a vortex of transmongous proportions will appear, turning the Earth sideways and rendering Antarctica habitable. An army of moth-striches (currently in orbit), will then reveal themselves and commend everyone involved on a job well done, moving the planet's hatemongers and garbage-men to said continent, and thus allowing the remainder to become a Utopian society free of both war, and people who fail to eat what they serve.
Should I have put another exclamation point there?