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The Nightmare Breakfast, Part 2

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the toothpick is really a lollypop stick =]

[Night Crew] (1:28:09 PM): ("MidiDude" bleepowns) slepy
[Night Crew] (1:28:09 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) omg
[Night Crew] (1:28:11 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) wow
[Night Crew] (1:28:12 PM): ("MidiDude" bleepowns) c u
[Night Crew] (1:28:16 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) sweet dreams
[Night Crew] (1:28:17 PM): (nicktonic) iam goin to bed gointo bed i am
[Night Crew] (1:28:20 PM): ("MidiDude" bleepowns) ognite
[Night Crew] (1:28:23 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) little australien dream
[Night Crew] (1:28:26 PM): (nicktonic) i said that last night when i was goin to bed
[Night Crew] (1:28:27 PM): ("MidiDude" bleepowns) zzzz
[Night Crew] (1:28:29 PM): (nicktonic) bye
[Night Crew] (1:28:34 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) theres australien accents in bleeps dreams lol
[Night Crew] (1:28:42 PM): (nicktonic) lol
[Night Crew] (1:28:55 PM): (nicktonic) im your spirit guide mate
[Night Crew] (1:29:00 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) yay
ImTallGermanJoe (1:29:43 PM): are you an animal spirit
[Night Crew] (1:29:51 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) yes
ImTallGermanJoe (1:30:03 PM): no i mean nick
[Night Crew] (1:30:14 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) why did you shoot that man in the testicles
ImTallGermanJoe (1:30:17 PM): you're a pregnant child not an animail spirit
[Night Crew] (1:30:25 PM): (nicktonic) a dingo
ImTallGermanJoe (1:30:36 PM): good animal for melon
[Night Crew] (1:30:41 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon)
ImTallGermanJoe (1:30:48 PM): you dont like dingo :???
[Night Crew] (1:30:56 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) he wil eat my baby
ImTallGermanJoe (1:31:01 PM): nothing to be scared of... go ahead, scratch him behind the ears
[Night Crew] (1:31:19 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) ok
ImTallGermanJoe (1:31:24 PM): nice doggy...
[Night Crew] (1:31:26 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) yay
ImTallGermanJoe (1:31:48 PM): just kiding u cant touch him cause hes a spirit and also hes gonna eat your babby
[Night Crew] (1:32:16 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) nooooooooooooooooooooooo
ImTallGermanJoe (1:32:20 PM): look you can see him barring his spirit teeth
[Night Crew] (1:32:23 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) aaaa
[Night Crew] (1:32:24 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) aaaaaa
ImTallGermanJoe (1:32:28 PM): hes about to dive right into your belly button
[Night Crew] (1:32:31 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) do please
[Night Crew] (1:32:35 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) nick ur my friend
ImTallGermanJoe (1:32:37 PM): look he's climbing up on the table
ImTallGermanJoe (1:32:40 PM): so he can do a swan dive
[Night Crew] (1:32:47 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) he will lisen2 me hes my frned
ImTallGermanJoe (1:32:48 PM): and hew ants you to lay on your back and lift your shirt up
[Night Crew] (1:32:53 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) no nono
ImTallGermanJoe (1:33:08 PM): here he comes... nice dive! perfect 10!!!!!
ImTallGermanJoe (1:33:13 PM): so elegant!!!
[Night Crew] (1:33:19 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) no i got up and run away
[Night Crew] (1:33:23 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) and i have a force feld
ImTallGermanJoe (1:33:26 PM): he did a swirly dive
ImTallGermanJoe (1:33:37 PM): he went down and swoooped over to where you ran
[Night Crew] (1:33:46 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) nonono i changed
[Night Crew] (1:33:48 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) my direction
[Night Crew] (1:33:51 PM): (nicktonic) i dont know what i did
ImTallGermanJoe (1:33:51 PM): very graceful curves as only a spirit can do
[Night Crew] (1:33:55 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) nick plase
ImTallGermanJoe (1:33:55 PM): so did he, so did he
[Night Crew] (1:33:59 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) tell joey hes wrong
ImTallGermanJoe (1:34:07 PM): (he did twice just in case you changed direction again later)
[Night Crew] (1:34:12 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) i only did it once
[Night Crew] (1:34:13 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) so
ImTallGermanJoe (1:34:16 PM): ok h4es in your belly now
[Night Crew] (1:34:17 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) were goi oposite
[Night Crew] (1:34:18 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) nooo
[Night Crew] (1:34:21 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) no hes nott
[Night Crew] (1:34:22 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) i promse
ImTallGermanJoe (1:34:23 PM): he's sayin, "howdy do baby!"
[Night Crew] (1:34:27 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) hes noT!~!!!!!!!!!!!
ImTallGermanJoe (1:34:29 PM): "howe are you!"
[Night Crew] (1:34:31 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) NICK PELSAES
SAY OSMETHIG
ImTallGermanJoe (1:34:33 PM): "you can trust me..."
[Night Crew] (1:34:35 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) SPA_Sfj
[Night Crew] (1:34:37 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) please donttt
[Night Crew] (1:34:41 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) im pushing him out
[Night Crew] (1:34:53 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) and my pure heart energy is shieliding my baby
ImTallGermanJoe (1:34:53 PM): "want a loly pop? its the best flavour"
ImTallGermanJoe (1:35:10 PM): oh look the baby is putting the lolly in his mouth
ImTallGermanJoe (1:35:12 PM): oh no....
[Night Crew] (1:35:13 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) theres sparckles around my babgy and he cant get close
ImTallGermanJoe (1:35:16 PM): it was cranberry flavour...
[Night Crew] (1:35:19 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) STOoPPP)
[Night Crew] (1:35:31 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) i pushe him out of my b ely
[Night Crew] (1:35:33 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) hes out onw
[Night Crew] (1:35:34 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) now
[Night Crew] (1:35:36 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) hes outside
[Night Crew] (1:35:44 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) and i ran away
[Night Crew] (1:35:48 PM): (nicktonic) lol
ImTallGermanJoe (1:35:49 PM): hmmm you're right, he's outside
ImTallGermanJoe (1:35:54 PM): what's taht he has now...?
ImTallGermanJoe (1:35:55 PM): in his teeth?
ImTallGermanJoe (1:35:57 PM): is that a...
[Night Crew] (1:36:00 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) no my baby was shielded
ImTallGermanJoe (1:36:01 PM): a toothpick...?
[Night Crew] (1:36:05 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) from my heart energy
[Night Crew] (1:36:10 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) stop sayig that
ImTallGermanJoe (1:36:16 PM): heart energy musta been desert
[Night Crew] (1:36:22 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) nonono
[Night Crew] (1:36:26 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) he codent eat it
[Night Crew] (1:36:44 PM): ("lets not say we did then lets s" kongemgiant) toothy
[Night Crew] (1:37:42 PM): ("pregnant child" breadmelon) tiyr your mean
ImTallGermanJoe (1:37:48 PM): =[

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July 22, 2010 at 5:57 pm

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My friend wants to join the Army And I Don’t Know What To Do!

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a real fun time with this one. we were talking in aim blast about trolling Gaia like in the old days, and so i came up with this, in that classic Gaia style, after realized that i could write the same way for those classically Gaia posters of SA’s GOONS IN PLATOONS forum. the plotline is inspired from that last episdoe of K-ON but of course y’all knew that, and also, set-up in the OP but mostly in the replies, fucks with the logic, in fact the stated agenda, of invading a country with overwhelming military force will somehow bring self-determination to the people of that country.  WE”RE FORCING YOU TO BE FREE!!! lmao

anyways, good reaction to this thread.  the mod, trying to be ever so helpful, even started probating people for trolling it, and classylassie flipped the fuck out over it on AIM for daring to pal around with Our Brave Men In Uniform. (who are otherwise indistinguishable from the 18 year olds on Gaia)

Guys, I have a problem. A big fugging problem. I don’t know if you guys can do counseling, but I figure that since you’re all soldiers, then what *can’t* you do? Ok, hope you’re not too bored by this, because I just found out and I am majorly freaking out here.

OK, here goes. My friend wants to join the Army… but I think for all the wrong reasons. I need advice from y’all on how to mentor her about this, because I think she’s just totally confused and messed up, but hold on (hold your horses, as my old Dad used to say) and lemme give a lil’ backstory…

Ok, well, so… how to explain my friend. Well, she’s just kind of a goof. As soon as the summer’s over, she’s about to start her senior year of high school. She hangs out with a nice group of friends, me included, and we all play in a light music band together, light Rock music, real nice. We’re a real fun bunch, if you know what I mean.

But, my friend, even though we’re always so nice around us, she’s kinda shy. A delicate and fragile creature. Because of that, I guess she’s always kinda felt like she doesn’t fit in as well. Kind of a fifth wheel, you know what I mean? Know what I’m saying? Not as intimate with us as the rest of us are. If you’re wondering while I’m bothering with all this fancy psychoanalysis, so to why you should give a “fugg,” I’ll get right to the point: we’ve messed her up, and now she wants to get hit.

More specifically, she wants to get “hit” in the Army. More specifically on top of that, she wants to drop out of high school and join the Army. Do I need to be more specific than that?. So my poor friend, here she was in front of the big kitten-piles of girls, girls horsing around and playin’ pranks and gettin’ in pillow fights, (you know how teenage girls are), and my poor delicate friend, she’s always been on the outside, looking in. Oh, its all our fault, and we’ve never noticed! Can you imagine how lonely she was? All these years she’s wanted to be in on it, rough n tumbling, and now she’s totally messed up with some kind of crazy neurosis and she wants to be HIT. Like just goofing around with isn’t enough to satisfy her anymore. She’s got to have the whole shebang. She even asked us to hit her, straight-up PUNCH her, but we can’t couldn’t do it. She’s just too nice. Just a fragile lil’ creature. Our other friend, who’s so nice for doing this, even tried to help her out by showing techniques she could use to trick us into hitting her, like by pulling pranks and saying mean snippy snaps and stuff like that… but even that didn’t work. She’d try to wear a goofy outfit, but then it would turn out to look totally fabulous. Or she’d try to say something totally inappropriate, and someone would thank her for her honesty and integrity for saying what everyone else was thinking anyways. One time she tried to eat the chestnut off the top of my big piece of German Chocolate Cake, all sneaky like right before I was about to bite in, and had such a smug look on her face. But as it turns out, I don’t even like chestnuts anyways. And the failure keeps going on and on.

But anyways, back to the point. So now my friend thinks that in the Army, this “Army of One” is gonna be her new group of friends who will want to hit her all the time. She thinks its gonna be a dream come true. And I’m just like AAAhhhh, Its not gonna be so easy! The Army just ain’t no laughing matter! They won’t be so easy to get along with!

Who knows what kind of crazy devil put this thought into her head! (Edit: musta been one of those TV commercials now that I think about it) No offense to you guys, but this little girl is gonna ruin her life if she joins the Army! I mean, she wants to DROP OUTTA HIGHSCHOOL over this!! Or maybe, who knows, it’ll be her dream come true. I’ve heard that lots of people these days go into the Army to toughen up and some come out strong, responsible, and with a big head on their shoulders. What do you guys think? What have your own experiences been like? And… What do you think I should I tell her?

Please advise.

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July 15, 2010 at 3:06 pm

Ulyssess Explained: Penultimate Penelope reworked into concise, readable Prose

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*taps foot*

Every night I think over you and my heart skips a beat. Oh, these swaying memories are like marshmallows, light and fluffy! I’m always working hard (always trying hard) even though I’m always (even though I’m always) day-dreaming of your face… you haven’t ever realized, have you? Ah, but what if it’s all just a dream? (all a dream) So what – Then the distance between us has shortened! Oh dear God, way up above, please give this Dream that belongs to the both of us! So I say good night while hugging my beloved bunny… Light and Fluffy time! (light and fluffy time) Light and Fluffy time! (light and fluffy time) Light and Fluffy time!

*wakes up*

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July 12, 2010 at 5:54 pm

The Adventures of Stretchy Stroodle: A Modern Fairy Tale for THIS HERE MODERN AMERICA

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one of my favourite stories, doncha know.  originally posted (here) on Feb 14 2010, although I actually wrote it for my girlfriend for Valentines Day cause she likes my stories. :~) the biggest influence for me on the style and tone was italo calvino’s big ass book of italian folk tales, which totally owns and y’all should get if you like this.  toby and i would read them out loud together :~)

i’ve made a few small edits just to make the text smootheri found the pictures in like, 60 seconds on GIS, and added them just to break up the text for the tl;dr crowd, so i ain’t adding them back here.

ole L&F sure didn’t know what to make of this sucker…

Listen so kindly, cause if you do,
I’ll tell ya a tale straight from Xanadu!

There once was a humble bakers man who was married to a princess, and they had a son named Stretchy Stroodle.  The baker had won the princess as his wife a long time ago in a great contest.  Every king and every prince in the whole wide world came to enter, bringing gifts of gold and diamonds. But the humble baker brought the best gift of all – the greatest treasure in all the land, they said! – one of his delicious apple pastries, named the Stroodle, after himself.  Not for all the gold and all the diamonds  of all the famous kings of all the world would that wise princess trade to give up even one bite of that wonderful Stroodle!  With the contest over, they were married at once.

The new couple’s happiness ended, however, on the night that Stretchy was born. At the exact moment that he took his first cry, two cats, one white and one black, meowed at once, followed by another exact moment where two bolts of lightning flashed and two chords of thunder crashed.  Papa Stroodle was so scared by all the commotion that he ran out screaming and never looked back.  The two cats became Stretchy’s godfathers.  His mother liked to say that a fiddle hummed for every step that Stretchy walked, played by none other than his black godfather, The Devil.  And, not to be outdone, mind you, his white godfather, The Lord, had the twinkle of a harp ride along for ever word that Stretchy talked.  Anyways they all lived together quite happily as a family until Stretchy came of age.

“My dear family, its time that I went out to make my fortune.  I will become the greatest singer and dancer in all the land! Goodbye!”
His mother hugged him tightly and his two godfathers gave their blessing.  “Goodbye, my son!” they all called after him, as Stretchy walked out towards the rising sun. And with that, he was off.

After walking for miles and miles, Stretchy Stroodle arrived at a great palace. A king, who also happened to be the President of the United States of America, greeted the traveler with open arms.  The king heard his story, and said, “Listen carefully.  You can stay here at the palace and do whatever you please, but you must do one thing for me in return.”
“Anything for you, Your Majesty!” Stretchy replied.
“As you might have heard, the fearsome Monster, who eats the body and souls of all those who dare enter his lair, has a great treasure. You must get it for me, or you’ll lose your head!”
“But you said the Monster eats the body and souls of all those who dare enter his lair.  You are condemning me to death!”
“That is none of my concern.  Think it over long and hard and I’m sure you’ll do your best.”
“Meowy Wowy!” Stretchy said, “As Sure as Stroodle, this is gonna be one tough cookie! But, I better try my best!”  And with that, he was off!

After once again walking for miles and miles, Stretchy came upon a great forest, which he thought might be a good place to take a rest.  As he was fixing a spot under a johnny apple tree, he heard, all of a sudden, a sweet, lyrical chirp. “Stretchy, why take a nap here, when you could go home to your mama?” a mysterious voice said.  “I know what you think: ‘Ooooh, I miss my mama, and I miss my warm, cozy bed.'”
Stretchy looked up to see the cutest little thing he ever did see.  It was a little baby bird with eyes opened wide.    “Stretchy, I’m super serious! You better turn back!” the bird said.  “That monster, I’ve seen him… he’s a, he’s a mean one, he is…!!”
“If you think I’m heading back now, then you’re just coo coo kaboodles!  Scary or not, I’ll beat that Monster if its the last thing I do!”
After hearing such an amazing display of confidence, that little babe bird hopped right on down and said, “Well then, I’ll show you just how to coo!”… and he wigged and jigged, up and down, just as birdies do! Seeing that funky chick shake his rump like that, well, ole’ Stretchy, he knew just what to do all right. He squatted his bum, plump as a pear, and *vrum, vrum, vrum* learned the birdie dance stepping along in snyc.  “Whenever you find trouble,” said the bird, “remember my moves, and you’ll do alright by me.”

A little time went by, and Stretchy traveled on and on. The thick overgrowth of this old forest obstructed much of the noontime sky. A cross-crossing of branches formed a sort of blanket that left little room for more than a few splotches and whiskers of the sunshine to slip on through.  Blanket… Stretchy was starting to wish he took that nap.  The forest was so still and quiet… the ambience was quite serene, one might say, if they had a loud mouth and were tryin to be funny. But before anyone even had a chance to think about that, the cool silence was broken when Stretchy, who certainly had a loud mouth, muttered allowed his realization that he was forgetting something important. “Oooooh, I’m so hungry…” he said. With all the commotion with that birdy, he had forgotten to eat his breakfast! And, just as suddenly as a forgotten memory, a banana peel came flying *SPLAT* right smack-dab in the middle of his face!
“Huh, what?  Whozzat?”
*SPLAT*  Another peel!  He couldn’t believe it!  And there wasn’t even any banana to eat!
“Oooooh, whoever you are, why I outta… well, you sure are a rascal, but I do love a good prank!”
At those words, a little babe chimp jumped right on out and said “Well I’ll show you just how to oooh!”… and he clapped and slapped, round and round, just as monkeys do!  Stretchy couldn’t help but clappin right along to the rhythm himself, *clap clap clap* hopping on every other foot. *hop hop hop* In this way he learned the monkey dance.  “Whenever you find trouble,” said the chimp, “remember my moves, and you’ll do alright by me.”  Then the monkey gave him a bushel of bananas and sent him on his way.

A little while later, Stretchy stopped by a pond by the side of the road to have drink…. but Yuck!
“Meowy Wowy, puddin’ and pie, this pond’s so salty that it makes me CRY!”  The pond had turned into a little sea, filled by so many tears of cowardly men on their way to face the Monster.
A little babe catfish, who had made the pond his home, lept right on up and said “Thanks for helping build my home.” The fish fell, but lept again to say “You’ll need my help,” and then “so I’ll show you just how to mew!”… and he flipped and flopped, side to side, just as fishies do!  This time Stretchy slunk down like a strand of spehettti, squrimin around on his tummy in the mud like that fish did in the salty water.  “Whenever you find trouble,” said the catfish, “remember my moves and you’ll do alright by me.”

At last Stretchy reached the lands of the Monster. He found himself before a great ravine.  “What am I to do?” he said.  The first thing to try, of course, was the birdie’s dance, and, with a light hop and a twice-tap of his feet, Stretchy was flying fast and free, as a gust of wind billowed up behind him and whisked him on across the valley.  “Well thats just alright by me,” Stretchy said.

Next, Stretchy came to a great moat, a hundred leagues wide, across which he could see the scary lair of the scary Monster.  “What am I to do here?” he pondered aloud.  “The monkey’s dance won’t help me here. Wait, wasn’t there some other moves I was supposed to try?” Thus, with the help of the fishie, Stretchy sped past the moat lickity-split. He never did reveal the secret of whether he danced on the water or under it, however.

Finally, Stretchy was face-to-face with the Monster himself. He was a huge gross thing, a mess of fur and thorns and teeth.  Tangled in the great beard under his chin were remnants of past meals partly eaten – the rancid, rotting bones and flesh of adventurers just like Stretchy himself. The Monster smelled about as mean as he looked, and worst of all, acted as mean as he smelled.  “I’ll swallow your ssssoul,” he shouted!  Well, with that Monster after him, what was poor Stretchy to do?  He took the whole bunch of bananas from his pack and threw them straight up into the air and *SPLAT* the whole lot fell right back down on his face.  Oh, how the Monster laughed and laughed and laughed!  Then Stretchy started hopping around on one foot, just like the monkey.  OOooH OOooH! And the Monster just laughed and laughed and laughed! Stretchy quickly grabbed the treasure with this distraction, and, with a light hop and a twice-tap of his shoes, did the last dance he knew – the Daddy Dance.  He ran out there as fast as he could, screaming “Wee Wee Wee!” all the way back home!

When Stretchy got back to the palace, the King lauded him with all the honours in the kingdom.  “As a reward, I shall give you my beautiful daughter for your bride, and one day you shall be the new President of the United States of America, and King of my Stroodle Kingdom!”
“But wait… I’m already a Stroodle! How did you know?”
“You’re a Stroodle too? Then you must be my son!”
Well how about that, it turned out the king was Papa Stroodle the whole time.  Stretchy and the princess got married in a lavish ceremony where they served steamed brocoli pudding, mincemeat casserole, and fried bananas. I was there, hiding under the tables.  But did anyone even think to say to me so much as “Have a glass of apple juice?”

Happily from then on did they live,
But nothing to me did they ever give!
♩♬

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June 20, 2010 at 7:11 am

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