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that's 4chan gross Ed.
DIE.
What have I done to deserve this thread.
"Humor can be dissected, as a frog can, but it dies in the process."
Imagine all of my posts being spoken by Alec Baldwin
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I have to go take pictures of some sort of earthquake detection equipment. This better suck at least 74% less when I get back.
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anyway I had another suggestion for the title because someone mentioned Heinlein - A Stranger in a Strange [Chat]
and now I suppose it deserves it all the more!
Drenk posts are a WB hallmark. Banning folk for drenking is a violation of our literary rights.
Really only bothered me the first couple of times I tried.
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MUNKUS IS MAKING OUT WITH A DEAD CLOWN!
I feel like I am granting a dying man's wish.
to the tune of "Baby Don't Hurt Me"
Baron where are yooou,
where are yooou
right now?
I already know what to focus on in the next draft - dialogue. Apparently everyone in my year 6000AD story sounds like they're from Melbourne circa 2005.
Alright, I'll get used to this in time.
A White Door, with a gold plated mail slot. It creaks as it opens, and we see RUZKIN's eyes peering through it, darting back and forth. We hear RUZKIN's narrative voice, inquiring and building in panic.
RUZKIN:
EYES: *skareet* Is it here? Where is it? Not here yet. *skaroot*
It should be here. Why isn't it here?
EYES: *skareet*Now.*skaroot*
Didn't they like it? I knew a I should have revised that opening. "Darkness fell softly, and the man in white began to grin." OH GOD THAT IS SO GAY, WHAT WAS I THINKING?!
EYES: *skareet*How about now? Yes! No! Wait, that's a dog.*skaroot*
Did they get it? I should have mailed it twice just in case. Now?
EYES: *skareet*Damn.*skaroot*
Wait, what day is today, mail doesn't come on Sundays. Maybe its Sunday today. Was I drinking last night? Yes. No, wait, its Thursday. WHY DIDN'T THEY LIKE IT? Oh God! Oh God! How about now?
EYES: *skareet**skaroot*
Damn.
Pan to RUZKIN behind door with his back pressed against it, alternating between SMOOTHING his hair back with his hands and lightly BUMPING the door with the back of his head in anxiety.
EYES
SMOOTH
EYES
BUMP
BUMP
EYES
SMOOTH
EYES
BUMP BUMP
EYES
SMOOTH
EYES
RUZKIN pounds his head against the door three times, and we hear the DOORBELL, impossibly loud, like a two-ton, two-tone church gong. RUZKIN convulsively leaps in surprise, falling to the hardwood floor, scrambling away from the door, eyes fixated on the MAILSLOT. It opens with a flash of brilliant, blinding white light.
We see RUZKIN, on his knees, struggling upright, completely illuminated.
*skareet* A letter falls to the floor. *skaroot*
A breath of relief.
FADE TO BLACK
Mind you, I don't drink, due to the sheer extent to which my family does, so I don't get into them the way that others would.
And to type out "drenk".
edit: maybe riverish
99 Problems But a [Chat] Ain't One of 'em
To the ongoing thread name chatter.
I'll be da.....nevermind.
My work here is done.
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