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Deus Ex Machina (TANSTAAFL28)
514. And forsooth, for when the troglytes emerge from the Allegory of the Cave and realize that Plato was smoking crack from the tail pipe of an 1955 Edsel, they will realize that ignorance is bliss and a little knowledge is dangerous, thus shall they be enlightened.
515. And now for something completely different, let us not forget the many folk who have fought and died, and will fight and die so our undeservingly esteemed and idiotic leadership can divert attention away from the sagging economy whilst simultaneously bolstering support for the upcoming elections. Which leads me to wonder: who let the dogs out? Also, which part is really tail they're wagging? A shame many have yet to learn the lessons which they are doomed to repeat, for history is a sham and I am quite certain someone living at Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington D.C. never quite learned anything that resembles history, let alone anything else that might be of intellectual value.
516. Thus is politics a tool of greyfaced fools who worry more about green pieces of paper than they do people. This is akin to valuing a mere material possession which in the grand scheme of chaos and time may crumble to dust, and only for the moment, and yet it is given higher value than something that might last much longer.
Saint Grassmower the Second (YUGHI66)
517. BURK need food....Burk needs Kitty!
518. Burks find kitty, burk happy! Burk now eat!
Go
on ------>
Pope Fay (Fayanora)
519. Pope Fay, being so completely overwhelmed by Azure Fox's and Lord Random's scripture decided to print it all and read it later. But she tried reading it before then anyway, and went insane.
520. Random thoughts! Thoughts that are so random! Random random random!!! FOR I AM THE CHEESELOG SAVIOR!!! For I have come unto the populace from whence I came, and from whence I shall return, in order so that... something may happen. And what is it that will happen? Oh, you're curious aren't you? Well let me satisfy your curiosity, for curiousity killed the cat, so we have to hunt it down like the murderous dog it is! *howls at the moon*
521. Anyway, I have come and I have come and I will keep cumming until I stain my dress, for I am The Savior! I am YOUR Savior! Why? I just am! Do I have proof? No! I have no tablets golden, I'm just the Savior! Hell, Eris doesn't even know! (Shoikin does, though) But just because I don't have proof don't mean I ain't, for I AM THE CHEESELOG SAVIOR! IT IS THE SECOND CUMMING!!!
522. WHAT IS THAT FOUL STENCH BY JUMPIN JEHOSEPHAT!?!?! HOLY SHIT! HO LIE-A!! Lie with me and I will tell you know lies!
523. Once upon a time in this fairly odd world was a very very sexy hot girl and once was a lad in fair street clothing! You are parking on public tresspassing property! Tresspass at the cost of your life, for it costs an arm and a leg and the loss of blood from that would kill you! I AM THE CHEESELOG SAVIOR! Yes, I am repeating myself, but that is the mark of a true GENIUS!!!
524. The insane shall RULE THE EARTH! THEY SHALL RULE *EVERYTHING*!!! What? THEY ALREADY DO!!! *Runs away screaming* Well, we'll trade unstable insanity for stable insanity. I AM THE INSANE ONE! I shall SAVE YOU!!! From what? I dunno! Saviors should be like super-heros, and not like Jesuses. But I won't pay your taxes for you.
525. I am the Inscrupulous Scruple-Holder! BOW BEFORE MY INEFFABLE FUCKWISDOM! AND SCREAM GLORYMERCY AT MY LONG POINTY BEASTS!!! Oh, wait... MY LONG POINTY BREASTS!!! I AM THE CHEESELOG SAVIOR! I have squandered millions of USELESS TAX DOLLARS for NO REASON, but I am WORLDS better than half the politicians EVER (and most of them are DEAD)!!! For my grandmother can bake cookies faster than you can run, and can run faster than dogshit can fly once set aflame by the great flames of beauty! For the beasts of burden doth lie in the fields with the human beasts, and such is called a sin!
526. Once upon a time was a hot little lass who had a nice ass, and her name was 'Little' Red Riding Hood! Hey there 'Little' Red Riding Hood, you sure are lookin' good, you're everything that a Big Bad Wolf would want... *howls*. Let me put my cheeselog into your basket? But lo and behold, IT WAS ALREADY THERE!!! She had put it there, raped me! But you can't rape the willing, so I didn't press charges but charged her $50 an hour, for she was 18.
527. The buildings have collapsed and the fires of hell hath come out of my ass! HOLY SHIT! PREPARE THE WEED DEMONS for... all kinds of crap. Believe me, it's gonna get ugly, like Mimi Bobek from the Drew Carey show, in a blender! Yes yes yes, for I am the Cheeselog Savior! And you're probably wondering how many times I'm going to say that, AS MANY TIMES AS NEEEED BE! For the Cheeselog Savior NEVER RESTS! Perhaps that's why I'm hallucinating, since sleep deprivation does that after a while! *Laughs*
528. Holy shilogowa! The hamburgers of doom have wrecked havoc upon the Earth, and they dance in spiraling circles, ever wishing to be flowers! I took that turn too hard! Great devious deeds were done in the names of many gods, and one such rules the minds of the empty-headed, and his name is Christ. And shall great and strange and myserious amorphous deeds done in the name of the Cheeselog Savior!
529. The astounding purple monkey-men of the West Nile have been improperly baptised, and improper baptisms result in improper
Baptists. And once an improper Baptist hast been
released unto the populace, hell and Macarena are loosed upon the Earth, and
the fires of doom go crazy and party like animals! Holy shit,
that is wierd! We must properly baptise these astounding purple monkey-men of the West
Nile, or else! For such is the future of the universe: the improper Baptists
are DOOM upon it All! FOR THEY ARE WORSE THAN Spam even!!! And Spam,
*shudders*, is BAAAAD!!!
And how do we properly baptise these monkey men of
the West Nile, when we don't even know where they are? For they do not live in
the West Nile anymore, they came over in mosquitos as
the West Nile Virus! Why??? FOR THEY ARE IMPROPER BAPTISTS!!! THEY ARE A
HELLPLAGUE AGAINST THE EARTH, so the Cheeselog Savior
must SAVE US ALL!! HOW??? Hell if I know, it's never been done yet. But I will
know when it is time to know! HE SHALL DEFROCK THESE MONKEY MEN BAPTISTS WITH
WHISPERS OF WIZ-DUMB!!! People will lie with beasts, and it will be good!
530. All for now, kiddies.
3: Boy did he feel silly then.
Pope Fay (FAYANORA)
531. And she was exhausted, too.
Deus Ex Machina (TANSTAAFL28)
532. On a nondescript field in the middle of a nondescript town in a nondescript state in a nondescript country, was a gathering called to disorder. This would be a turning point in history, a time of peace, love, chaos, warfare, and utter confusion. It was the summer of Eris, and everyone was singing the praises of living life as it came to them, not trying to make things happen, but allowing them to happen as they would. A time when all would recognize and accept that the universe does its thing and there's damn little if anything any of us can do about it except go along for the ride.
533. And thus did the clusterfucks, assorted gremlins, SNAFU's and FNORDS assemble to commemorate the great and cosmic mystery of the universe (which isn't really all that mysterious) and commune the wondrous and mystical properties of chaos (which are wondrous and mystical, and sometimes a terrible pain in the ass). For he Semi-Sesquintennial Annual gathering of the Burning Platypus is a pilgrimage of great importance in the realms of chaos.
534. This gathering was pre-empted by The Gasstonville Bean Eaters Flatulance Choir tooting the ever popular "Ode to Methane," and was concluded by the ceremonial lighting of the "Burning Platypus" which was accentuated (and accellerated) by the lingering methane from the Gasstonville Bean Eaters Flatulance Choir. It was a burning success.
535. No event would be complete without some major catastrophie occuring that creates widespread panic, pandimonium, and sheer excitement. This was provided by the 99 clowns tripping on acid who tried to fit onto the head of a pin, (one clown was later admitted for minor surgery).
536. The festivities were replete with fantastic doings, happenings, and beings. The characters of both reality and fantasy intermingled and had wild passionate sex, producing offspring which would help bridge the gap between dreams and reality for generations to cum...um I mean come (The prostegious orgy of enormous perportions was interrupted several times by a clown whining about a pin stuck in a rather embarrassing place).
537. Food, sex, beer, live music, flatulance, toothpicks, little cocktail wieners, frosty drinks with paper umbrellas, party hats, sex toys, live porno demonstrations, fire eaters, water drinkers, riots started, riots quelled, wooden spoons, all manner of edible undies, and large quanties of butterscotch pudding spiked with acid were available for all.
538. Of course this was more than simply a mere hedonistic bash of epic perportions. There was some amount of business to conclude. A new person had to be nominated and elected to be in charge of absolutely nothing and to accept the leadership of nobody else. In depth discussions concerning the lastest techniques in chaos management and crisis creation were discussed. The ability to teach greyfaces the futility of attempting to force order is one that all followers of chaos must learn to cultivate and share with others. This was undertaken for a while, then everyone got tired of talking and partied some more.
539. At the end of the event, everyone shuffled away exhusted, fulfilled, hung-over, and uncertain what exactly had transpired. Nobody cared. It was worth it.
540. Lord Random, AKA Deus Ex, AKA Deflowerer of Virgins, AKA Disaster's Master, AKA That Guy, let out a rather large and fruity belch and scratched himself in places unfit to mention, before surveying the swath of destruction left by several days of meyhem and good clean fun before riding off into the sunset. For tomorrow was another day, and that was fine by him.
Pope Fay (FAYANORA)
541.
Pope Fay's mind then went blank.
542.
But she recovered: I am the Insane Cheesebeast of
Weed Demons! I am the Almighty Almight of Alright!
SILENCE! For I seek no answers, nor any questions, nor do I wish to know the
inner workings of thy brain as it squeezes the orange juice through the coffee
grinder! For LO AND BEHOLD, naught but the finest chocolate truffles are fit
for snorkeling in the Blue Lagoon of the Saxon Squid-Angel of Liverpool!
543.
Humans define themselves by the questions they ask, they don't REALLY want
answers, but searching for the answers defines them. But LO! if
you search not, how do you define yourself? And what do you do when the Snotmonsters of George's Dresser Drawer crawl out of the
sewers of Tarzan, California, to seek revenge upon you for sniffing their
golden trogladytes of love? NONONONONONO there is
NONONONO ANSWER!!! AIEEEEE!!!
544.
Pope Fay didst then say, "My first memories are of being half asleep when
going to the restroom in the middle of the night and having a recurring dream
while in that state, while peeing. It was something about a parrot and an
alternate universe. I've always been a Discordian, I
suppose."
545.
I now pass the hot potatoe to whoever wants to take
it!
Herostratus Carrol
Coates (HEROSTRATUS)
HCC was led by the Goddess. The Goddess did lead him straight into a glass door. And lo did that nose bleed. It bled and bled and infact it still is. Oh well.
Deus Ex Machina (TANSTAAFL28)
547. And the lack of numbers
is not, in fact, a sign that there are no numbers to speak of, in order to
demonstrate the difference between order and disorder, numbers may sometimes be
employed in a long-distance roundabout sort of way that makes the contrast that
much more visible.
548. The importance of being
earnest is that one discovers not what is true, but what is important. This is,
of course of immense value to someone, who shall remain nameless.
549. All the conclusive perponderance of evidence to the contrary that might prove
the affirmative false has been burned at the steak, and it is already medium
well. Which is to say toast, burnt marshmellows,
black weinies, and smoking schnitzels.
550. Pass the A-1 sauce.
We're up to 550. I counted Herostratus's post as an un-numbered line.
Herostratus Carrol
Coates (HEROSTRATUS)
What's a number but a meaningless label applied to an
amount?
If I say 2+3=5 I am just using labels as a mental
shorthand to say
1+1+1+1+1 =1+1+1+1+1.
It's just a man made whatever.
Be free from the tyranny of his order that binds even the enligtened.
Let numbers flow where they will 1 - 123 - 55 - 6842 Let
our free flowing numbers show the freedom of our thinking, let our alphabets go
in whatever order they choose. Don't be blinded by that kind of order is as
much of humans as any other kind.
Deus Ex Machina (TANSTAAFL28)
What's in a
name? Methane by any other name would still burn as blue.
And all the bright blue bug eyes applauded the lauds.
Deus Ex Machina (TANSTAAFL28)
5-hundred
something and
something
rock the sock
knock the lock
chalk the dock
jock the koch
mock the nock
balk the clock
drop the ewok
crock the dot
pattern...we don't need no stinkin' pattern! just run it sideways through the transporter pattern buffer and interlock with the phase inducers to create an inverse tetreon pulse. Then modify the chroniton waveguide with the flux capacitor crossing the ionic streams into a coherent beam. This will produce a massive overload in the matter-antimatter containment that will result in a temporal causality loop from which nobody gets out alive... unless they happen to have a convenient pocked dimension handy, or a really strong infinite improbability field generator.
Pope Fay (FAYANORA)
555.
And Pope Fay was overwhelmed with the sheer bulk of Delphi messages to catch up
on, and was going screaming mad and pulling out her hair. Then Jesus came onto
the scene, and said, "You all just keep on writing, it'll be a while
before Fay gets caught up enough to post anything of much ilk here."
556.
Pope Fay, grinning and with chunks of missing hair, and wearing a
straightjacket, came up to the camera and said, "I'm human. I'm reading The
Satanic Bible and Satan Speaks by Anton Szandor LaVey, and I own copies of them, yes I do. Yup yup yup, I do. And visit my new
labor of love, which caused me to become overwhelmed by Delphi messages: The
Temple of Shao'Kehn at http://fayanora.23ae.com/index.html ( a revamp of my site )."
557.
*Fay laughs maniacally.*
Deus Ex Machina (TANSTAAFL28)
558. I could eat a peach for hours. Let it be known that peaches eaten slowly and methodically are often juicy and sweet. Whoever in my realm learns to eat of the sacred fruit with holy reverence shall be blessed with many joyous tidings.
559. And behold, as it
were, the gracious creatures of the multiverse in awe
of the revealing ways in which all things unfold and reveal themselves, for all
things are connected to all other things, which are connected still to even
more things, which is really nothing.
560. For it is an amazing
thing to live in a desert valley and see snow on the mountains around it. It is
clearly a sign of chaos at work in the world.
561. To know the
truth of the universe is to know: "Form is emptiness,
emptiness is also form. Emptiness is no other than form,
form is no other than emptiness." This sentiment redeems and damns all
things and reaffirms that nothing is everything and everything is nothing and:
"...put
your right hand in and put your right hand out,
put your buttocks in and shake it all about, do the hokey-pokey and
you turn yourself about, that's what its
all about..."
562. For I am as deep as an ocean, and as shallow as a mirror. I am stuff of the stars, and I am excrement. I aspire to be greater than the sum of my parts, and worse than the wholeness of my being. I am all that is pleasant and all that is repulsive. All living things are proof that paradox is necessary. I cannot embrace the light without acknowledging the darkness. I am at once everything, nothing, both, neither and I am boldy going nowhere. Isn't that something?
Azure Fox (CAPTAPATHY)
563. 2010 A.D. War is beginning. What happen? Somebody set us up the bomb. We get signal! Main screen turn on! How are you gentlemen. All your base are belong to us. You are on your way to destruction. What you say! You have no chance for survival make your time. Ha ha ha ha..
564. Percieving the greatness of bad translations from Japanese, The Azure Fox was embiggened in spirit, and journeyed on.
565. Now, at that tim in the land of M'rey ruled one known as Blu Flyer. And truly was her rule a good and just one, and the people of the land were happy. To this land, the Azure Fox wandered, his journey for truth, falsehoods, and airline peanuts carrying him on his whims. And, when his whims became tired, for they didst carry the Azure Fox far and wide, he would walk for a bit, and as he walked he would rant, and sing, or perhaps hum because he didn't know the words, and spread chaos and ticklishness and single-paired socks wherever he happened to be.
567. Thusly came the Azure Fox to the court of Blu Flyer. And he spake: "Who are you, who appear as if kangaroos, but posess wings, and fur of many colors? Forsooth, I have seen many things in this my journey, but nothing nearly so strange and wonderous as you and your folk."
568. Upon hearing this, Blu Flyer didst give unto the Azure Fox a funny look. And, holding out her hands, which were like that of a human, or perhaps a gorilla or baboon or lemur or other primate, she didst reply as such:
569. "We're Aliroos, you ninny! Haven't you heard of us? And why're you talking in such an archaic mode?" And she didst grin.
570. "Erm, sorry bout that. These darn whims of mine have led me to quite a few places, and most of them talk like that. I must've gotten used to it over time." And he didst match her grin.
571. It was at that time that the sky became gray with clouds, and snow didst fall like great clumps of snow. And Blu Flyer, and her compatriots, and the Azure Fox, all them didst start a massive snowball fight. And there was much shapeshifting, and producing of things from Propspace, and indeed there was a collective dream sequence. And it was good.
572. But, lo! the Azure Fox was once again compelled to journey. For his wanderlust was overpowering even his good old-fashioned normal lust as well as his snowball-fight-lust. And, with some sadness for leaving his friends and gladness for knowing that the wonders he would experience later would be just as good, he left Blu Flyer.
573. And it was revealed to him by the narrator that Blu Flyer, her friends, and indeed the entire world of M'rey was a product of the collective creativity of a group of people who had created them on an online email group, and that their actual existence was a product of great Chaos Magic(k) and completely unintended by the group, and he didst marvel at the great powers of the creativity of these people, such that could create entire worlds by merely imagining them.
574. And so his travels, which amounted to a really really twisted, long, and convoluted way to bring him into his own special brand of Discordianism, continued.
Pope Fay (FAYANORA)
575.
Pope Fay's wrath at her fucking POS computer was greater than Jehovah/Yahweh's
wrath at Sodom + Gomorrah, Noah's Flood, and the Ten Plagues combined. For she
had went to all the trouble of making an htmlized bit
of scripture, and tried posting it, and the FUCKING POS lost her post
completely.
576.
And at that she decided to go off on a tangent with this topic and so she ran
away to Computer Wyrlyld, to the bad part of town
where bad computers live, and with her stolen machine guns, she murdered every
damned last one of the filthy POSes, and ran away
laughing maniacly.
577.
So returning: Fay was eating tuna salad sandwiches when Spwiióhk,
Demon of Entropy, which looked like this:
http://fayanora.23ae.com/temple_stuff/spwiiohk_blk_bkg.gif
, came out of nowhere and started loping after her like a REALLY hungry, rabid
wolf. Pope Fay screamed and ran, knowing
what the Demon was like, taking her sandwiches with her. It ran faster, and
maggots by the thousands crawled out of its eviscerated and decomposing body,
becoming wings. Spwiióhk then started flying after
her. She dropped the sandwiches, Spwiióhk didn't even
blink. So she pushed aside this guy on a motorcycle, and drove off on it. Spwiióhk ate the motorcycler, and
proceeded to chase Fay.
Then, Shao'Kehn (Shoikin) came out and
grabbed Spwiióhk by the nape of the neck, and took
him home. She then hit him on the nose with a rolled-up newspaper, and said,
"Bad doggie!"
578.
Later, at the Fay Cave: "Would you, Pope Fay, like to learn the art of
Self defense?"
"I'm too lazy to learn self-defense.
Besides, I feel safe."
"I said Self defense, not self-defense."
"What's the diff?"
"The art of Self defense is the art of
being yourself and being proud of that even with all of the
world trying to break your spirit."
"Oh, okay! Teach me then!"
"First lesson:"
[tape snaps, remainder of tape burns up. Those secrets
to be revealed later on.]
Deus Ex Machina (TANSTAAFL28)
579. Lord Random remains skeptical and puzzled at Pope Faye's Affirmation of Chaotic Principles and the subsequent consumption of tunafish, but he is certain that the ritual of cursing the POS computer for teaching that data comes and goes with the regularity of a newt with dissentary.
580. And thus is it as it
was and as it always has been. The partaking of Dolphin Safe tuna has always
been a favorite of Lord Randoms, who is currently
avoiding a big assignment due for a job interview making loads of money
tomorrow.
Pope Fay (FAYANORA)
581. Pope Fay was feeling silly one day, so she made up a new title: Parr. This was so she could call herself Parr Fay, even though she'd never eaten a parfait before, but she hoped some hot guy or gal might "eat" her now that she was a Parr Fay.
582. And Parr Fay was being illuminated with a darklight by the writings of J.K.Rowling, for she was reading the Harry Potter series a second time, and was eagerly awaiting the next movie. Already having made Tara Lipinski into a Goddess, Parr Fay wondered if she should do the same honour for Emma Watson, who plays Hermione Granger on the Harry Potter movies. Something to think about.
583. Before and after she could fly a hopping monkeybike to town, Fay was struck with a scary revelation. She was told by a purple monkey on meth that it was a 95% sure thing that she may be unemployed in the next two weeks. For the purple monkey, who had heard from an alien in disguise as Randy Kuhns, Fay's supervisor, that if Fay's "wrap time" didn't go down to the impossible number of 8% by next pay period, she'd be terminated like a dying guy pulled off of life support. LO! SHE WEPT TEARS OF ANGER AND JOY AT ONCE!
584. With no why nor wherefor, which were the same thing, the wide ware four supplied whine there for the consumption of it in mass quantities by those of disrepute in a bar that had a bad reputation among Greyfaces and a good one among Discordians and other highlifes. For high is life, I get high off life, though I fear for my life when I'm up high. So now I'll get Hi Fi and stay hello to my neighbors with sounds to rattle the windows of houses a mile away. Or Eight Mile, like Eminem's movie coming soon to theaters near you, to which I shall not be going, as much as I like *some* of his music.
Deus Ex Machina (TANSTAAFL28)
585. And thusly did Lord
Random neglect his scripture writing for a time, for not only did he wish to encourage
others to make their mark, but he too wanted to let his bank of linguistic terbitiy and semantic ledgerdomain
recharge itself (Besides, he was off having a kooky orgy with three lesbian
cheerleaders, a wiccian high priestess, and two
identical twins fully seperated at birth).
586. And thusly did Lord
Random belch, and it was a good belch, with a slight flavor of fritos and twinkies, his favorite
breakfast combo (unless he just happens
to have a MacDonalds #3 with an extra hash
brown and a large orange juice handy). Secondary to the belch was the words
spoken thusly, as so, and such, and with no further adeiu:
"I have nothing
important to say. Thank you for coming. Enjoy the bean dip. Chips are always
optional."
587. If God dropped a pin on
the head of an angel and nobody was there to hear him scream, would anyone
care? If electricity is made up of electrons, are moralists made up of morons?
Is there any sense to driving on a parkway, or parking on a driveway? Is there
a point to anything, or is anything as pointless as nothing?
588. In ignorance there is
wisdom. In wisdom there is truth. In truth there is no wisdom that ignorance
cannot squash like a big slimy bug.
589. Mercy is for the weak,
altruism is for the poor, everything that is something is nothing compared with
anything in particular, which is to say that form is emptiness, emptiness is
form, diamonds may be forever, but who really wants hang around to
make sure?
590. So much time, so little
of it kind. Fine, I'll whine and dine on hind and wine as I
grind my mind upon the sign that the line between one find and a crime is
less than nine, but same as the rind we consign to a bind. What problem of
mine rhymes with thine?
(go on)
Azure Fox (CAPTAPATHY)
591. Discordians are godless for we have no god rather a Goddess even though gender doesn't really matter in the long run the point is it rhymes so it must be true unless of course it isn't but I personally doubt it because my pants are prophets and thus not of Eris for Discordianism has no true prophets and very few proper prophecies at that and the cows the cows are coming not coming in any sexual manner but rather coming to kill me and they are allied with the pandas and that damn door that has already made an attempt on my life but thank Eris or Shoikin of Piantza or Bai Miaxani or whomever you revere that I am here to write this and not dead or even worse captured and trained in the worship of the dread godling of doors and black and white furred animals (except skunks which are of Eris) that godling which is known as Mookalyptis and is partially a corruption of the Sacred Chao that was spawned centuries ago by a drunken Xtian priest with bad gas and a lust for sheep ever since they got into his garden and ate his cabbage and I wonder how many more euphemisms for blind followers I can throw in subtly not too many I suppose now that I have mentioned in oh well for Ollie North supports Bush the incompetent and now we're starting a war we don't need to keep the attention off of our flagging economy and corporate misdeeds and there is never-ending violence in the Middle East and no one is surprised and the only question is which Bush is it the junior or the senior cause I could be describing either of their reigns and when it reigns it pours or so the saying goes I just hope it doesn't pour war on the poor cause they know all about war just trying to stay alive in our times and besides what does Bush know about war he was a draft-dodger what right does he have to send this nation into this kind of conflict with a country that he says has weapons of mass destruction and is willing to use them which I would say is a great reason not to piss of that country like the Cold War all over again but hey at least we survived that without blowing even Hell to hell along with everyone else which we might not manage to do this time around though noone seems to care.
592. But I digress.
Pope Fay (FAYANORA)
593. The end of an Era is coming to a close, because it is close to the time when Le Aeon Telemarketra De Parr Fay will soon be closing. Wrap time or rap time, I don't know which, but whichever will make life a bitch ever soon. Eight percent (w)rap time will soon wrap around Parr Fay and she will say "Oh HEY!" and the Terminator will be back and hand her a pink slip if she doesn't wrap up her (w)rap time by the end of this current pay period. Pay periods sometimes give Parr Fay horrible cramps and stain her undies. Maybe she shouldn't've invited Eminem over for dinner.
594. But with the sunset of that golden era in Discordian Inspiration shall (hopefully) don a New Era Hat, in a front desk position at a Motel--a Motel 8. Well hell, Motels are where all the really good mystery novels and eroticas take place, right? Le Aeon Hotelica De Parr Fay may be coming soon or cumming soon to a theater near you. Or far away from you, depending on where you are. Wherever you are, that's where you are. I'll pull down my pants and show you my Bayer Aspirin.
595. Here, take this pill and call me in the morning, if you're still alive.
Saint Grassmower the Second (YUGHI66)
596: After mowing the grass, the saint looked in again to check if things have happened. And it has....
597: Mmmm, bottled Chaos.....and also nice in cans.
598: Umm, you are stil taping this ....
599: Give that tape here! I say you, PRIVACY while I open there cans of Chaos
600: You lowlife worm of Nazgul, I am going to kill your bi*biep* *biep* *biep*. *biep* you, come here you *biep* if you are a men, are you a men or a mouse you *biep* *zap*
601: Finally some privacy...oh now you *biep* are going to get to meet me...here take thi *crash...crunc*
