Why on earth would someone, anyone, leave earth on a spaceship to look up another spaceship if he has real live dolphins swimming through his livingroom? Dolphins!
Wait, wait.. let me just.. outline this one for you. Just in case.
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leave earth
on a space ship
in space
to travel away, real far-like
to visit another space craft
versus:
Dolphins!
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Aah, come on now! Actual Dolphins in your Living Room! This makes no sense! Do you want me to draw you a chart? I will draw you a chart.
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What on earth???
Your title is well chosen. I didn't get anything beyond dolphins, space, space craft and living room. And what the heck are gnomes doing on the pie-chart? Care to enlighten me?
@fable
Zombies are so lovable... with their incessant moaning, see through bodies and sweet aroma. What's there to be afraid of??? Now i'm even more confused
Love is just a chemical. We give it meaning by choice ~ Eleanor Lamb, Bioshock 2: Sea of Dreams
Loki[D.d.G] wrote:What on earth???
Your title is well chosen. I didn't get anything beyond dolphins, space, space craft and living room. And what the heck are gnomes doing on the pie-chart? Care to enlighten me?
But why shouldn't gnomes be on the piechart? They tend to get everywhere.
I still think he's trying to avoid the zombies, though. He may not be aware there are zombies in space.
To the Righteous belong the fruits of violent victory. The rest of us will have to settle for warm friends, warm lovers, and a wink from a quietly supportive universe.
But why shouldn't gnomes be on the piechart? They tend to get everywhere.
And somehow they always miss phase 2 of their ingenious 3 phase plans.
Listen up maggots, Mr. Popo's 'bout to teach you the pecking order.
It goes you, the dirt, the worms inside of the dirt, Popo's stool, Kami, then Popo.
~Mr. Popo, Dragonball Z Abridged
Loki[D.d.G] wrote:Hmm yes.. most notably on your [url="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/72/German_garden_gnome.jpg"]front garden lawn[/url]
That's Fable's front garden lawn? I had no idea he was such a green thumb....
Or maybe it's the help of the gnomes... or the zombies...
Or possibly the dolphins...
Still contemplating dolphins and spaceships.... It's too hot for that kind of confusion...
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dragon wench wrote:That's Fable's front garden lawn? I had no idea he was such a green thumb....
Or maybe it's the help of the gnomes... or the zombies...
Or possibly the dolphins...
That's not my front lawn! Don't listen to Loki--he's being paid by the Zombie Lobby. We don't believe in harboring gnomes, and the only flower actually on the lawn itself is a flowering vine of some kind. I think it's a climatis, though I've never heard one keep saying feed me all the time like this one does.
To the Righteous belong the fruits of violent victory. The rest of us will have to settle for warm friends, warm lovers, and a wink from a quietly supportive universe.
fable wrote:Don't listen to Loki--he's being paid by the Zombie Lobby.
What can i say? The pay is good and i have an insurance policy which keeps my brains safe in the event of a zombie apocalypse.
Back on topic, why don't we reach a compromise. Dolphins in the living room of your very own spaceship. Even the gnomes can be employed as personal butlers to the dolphins. Then everyone is happy. Dilemma solved
Love is just a chemical. We give it meaning by choice ~ Eleanor Lamb, Bioshock 2: Sea of Dreams
Loki[D.d.G] wrote:
Back on topic, why don't we reach a compromise. Dolphins in the living room of your very own spaceship. Even the gnomes can be employed as personal butlers to the dolphins. Then everyone is happy. Dilemma solved
Neatness, t'is a good quality. You'll make someone a fine wife.
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Wouldn't bow too deeply, pal. Not after that crack about you making a fine wife.
Besides, do zombies even marry? I mean, with all their bits falling off all over the place, it might be kind of difficult to engage in anything that wasn't purely spiritual, if you take my meaning. And I wish you would.
To the Righteous belong the fruits of violent victory. The rest of us will have to settle for warm friends, warm lovers, and a wink from a quietly supportive universe.
fable wrote:Wouldn't bow too deeply, pal. Not after that crack about you making a fine wife.
I was merely keeping in line with the light-hearted, confounding sequence of non-sequiturs in this thread. That, and as a zombie liaison, i don't make distinctions between the sexes... my clients require it. Also, i am curious to see if i bow down low enough, could my nose touch the floor?
Love is just a chemical. We give it meaning by choice ~ Eleanor Lamb, Bioshock 2: Sea of Dreams
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Loki[D.d.G] wrote:Also, i am curious to see if i bow down low enough, could my nose touch the floor?
You have been drinking your whiskey from Kentucky!
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