Wednesday, February 18, 2009

April 27, 2007: My femalehood does not feel threatened by this dice

AS: That was banned?! Why would that offend some people? People who bowl?! Like they're real people!

RZ: ...and we get mugged.
A: Ultimate Kingston experience...
R: I'd get killed.
A: Ah, such memories...
R: 'Remember when I got killed?...been dead ever since.'

R: Should you get the idea of wearing glass underwear: don't.
C: Thanks for the advice.
R: I had that idea once. My mother had to.....nevermind.

EB: I'd say I have telekinetic powers, but if I did the Leafs would have won the Stanley Cup before now.

E: No, Cher's version is good.
HW: no....
E: Hey, you said you liked it.
H: I enjoyed the backup singers...

E: Why can't we just make 3 teams of two and avoid this decision?
C: Because there are 5 people.

E: She copied you.
C: It happens.
H: Because we're like clones and it's scary.

C: The word is 'fuchsia.'
H: 'F-U...I'll stop there...

E: Like, we'll learn about the gigantic boner he had everytime he went onstage, which was disturbing...what are you writing down? Robert Plante and his...well, he did.

PB: Aw, I almost had it. Except it was way off.

A: She(C)'s a good team to win on. She's good for things that have no skill.

E: I don't think I like the tattoos on his chest, though.
A: I think that's the best part. If you cut the head off, it's fine.

E: A girl wearing an AC/DC shirt surrounded by sausages; apparently there's something very attractive about that.
A: Something very Freudian about that....Freud underlays most of my thinking. It's a problem.

'The Different Aspects of a Page'

P: Whatever the category, you do an interpretive dance, if you can. So if you're doing spelling, I'd better see some interpretive dance.

A: 'The gourd family'; it sound like a person.

E: She's sad.
H: Well, if you're a maid, you're probably sad.
A: I'm still seeing the noxious fumes....

A: I love how we're equating rolling the dice with skill.

H: Why do you have the cards?
A: I don't know.
P: It makes her feel good.
C: It makes her feel validated.
P: 'We got these wrong. I had a part in that.'

P: This one isn't a test of my manhood, though. The last one was and I proved myself.
C: Yeah, you can be as feminine as you want, now.
A: You can be as female as you want. We won't judge. We're all female here.
P: I don't want to roll now...

A: My femalehood does not feel threatened by this dice.

C: It's like a washboard with grapes. It's like you're grating grape cheese.

E: That's Elvis the pelvis in stick person form.
H: That was so unhelpful.

A: The rest of the time I don't feel threatened for my life, but that pencil is very scary.
P: I'll use the eraser end.
A: Oh no, you're going to erase me!

E: I love Stryker; he's like a cross between a hipper and a bikie. A hippie and a biker. I'm so tired....

R: We just invented a new religion.
A: We did.
C: Another one?
R: We do invent a lot of religions. You're very religious, aren't you?
A: It's not so much a religion as a commercial idea.
R: Cheesus Christ!
God's choice...the cheese that died for you on the cross!
R: And we'll sell it on little wooden crucifixes...
A:...and they'll have the little nails...

R: We were looking up official squash rules, and if you vomit on the field, your opponent wins. And it says if you start bleeding, you get 90 seconds to recover, but if your opponent caused it, you get an hour.

C:If A would shoot you, then I would have to be the gun. She has to pull the trigger.
A: Someone would have to be the gun.
R: I would be the cellphone...

A: That would be the ultimate punishment; you wear the same pair of socks for a lifetime.
R:...and they're made of steel.
A: I was going to say titanium, but ok..
R: ...and they grow with you....
A: ...and they glow, because they're radioactive...
every once in a while, you have to go to a blacksmith...and you put your feet on the thing...and they pound your feet...

R: See, why do I need secret passageways, if I have a secret underground mine to enslave all mankind?...how do I build it?

R: It's not scary, it's Gary! It's grandpa Gary on the eyes!
*pops balloon*
A: Oh my god, he had a head full of air!
R: He was a robot!
A: A puppet!!!

A: You'd have to modify the poem though (The Raven).
C: Haunted by a giant black shadow of happinesss!!!
A: So scary!
C: Scary with joy!!!
A: Oh so scary! The love!
R: Like Elvis!

C: He does look Satanic.
A: He does.
R: He is.

C: It's part of hockey.
A: It's part of life. The meaning of life is craziness. I'm so deep. I can also hit myself in the chest pretty hard, too. My poor chest....

A: I don't really get the narrowed eye thing.
C: 'Oh, I'm so threatening; I can't see you!'

R: You ruined my cheese! There never used to be these holes!
A: Nailed on the cross...
R: ...And after three days it's gone bad, and it soars up into the air...
A: You can't have the cheese more than 2 days, or it gets resurrected somehow...it starts calling you, saying ' I am your Saviour!' and you're like 'What the hell?' and you throw it in the bin.
R: Ah, talking cheese, funny in its own right.
A: But it's Jesus Cheese, which is even funnier!
R: What else has Jesus done, that Cheesus needs to do?
A: Washing the feet...
R:...rubbing it in their toes...
A:... it's a ceremony...
R:...'my feet smell like cheese; what the hell?'....'can you heal this blind man?' 'no, but I can feed him.'....'you want to crucify me? we can have the last supper now.'..
...Jesus and his twelve grapes...
A: It's the water into wine!
R: Wine and cheese go well together...you crush the grapes, but one spoils them all...
A: It takes Grapes of Wrath to a whole new level!!!

A: We should be more religious; we should know religion better. It would be so much easier to blaspheme.
R: You mean cheesier.

C: Aw, he was poked! And not on Facebook.

R: I'm screwed. Kill me! Kill me!
A: Uh, ok....I have a pen...
R:...You're so enthusiastic. You feel good about killing me?
A: I've got good vibes...the Beach Boys would be happy with me....

R: Let's take a hat, go outside, and beg!!
-
A: The long awkward pause after that was awesome.

A: You've sold out.
R: I have. Like my lungs: sold.

R: Let's cheer for C; she's a hippie.
A: She talks to trees!
C: Yes...who told you that? I used to name the ones outside my house...
A: I didn't think that would go anywhere, but oh well...

A: But then, we don't really mention that Spezza's from..mrrmrm..it's not said. Not in polite company.

C: I hit the nipple!
A: Cool! Decapitation: one step further!

C: That would be fun to play with!
A: Homer Simpsons fat?!
R: You're weird.
C:....I like things that jiggle...
....you'll marry this fat guy....
C: It needn't be marriage. I can just run up and poke strangers.
A: Creepiest thing ever...

R: This is really just practicing. We're waiting for the real aliens.
A: So we can wave them around our heads like this....a great moment for humankind....ok, you can abduct us now!
R: 'Hey, you already said we abducted you'....can predict the universe!
C: 'I refuse to be victimized by your notions of tense!'

A: People shouldn't let me talk! It's all your people fault! people's...people...no.

R: What did you say?
A: I was whining.
R: Like a horse?
A: Not quite, but I'm sure it's in the zone...oh, shut up A...

R: Pick a card, draw a card, pick your nose, you wouldn't draw your nose...

A: Who asks someone to echo you? 'Echo me now!'
R:.....I wasn't paying attention.
A: That's your fault. Crappy echo you are...

A: It always seems to be midnight here. The land of midnight....don't judge me. Don't judge me.

P can turn invisible when no one's around.
R: That's not useful!
C: Says the giant chicken.

P: (taking licorice) It's a slippery slope.
A: Of all slippery slopes, I think this is the best slippery slope.
KR: I think Camp Fortune is the best slippery slope.

R: Can I have my sharp object back to throw at you?
A: No.
R:...That's not even funny. I was just trying to get my pencil back.

R: 'Bud Light.' I would spell it with two t's.
C: Yes. You would.
R: Or I would add a word. 'Dark, but Light.'
A:...it really deepens the meaning of the product....and we would make a lot of meaningful gestures...

R: Don't pretend you wouldn't like having pencils thrown at your tender body....

A??: Wait, Leslie Nielson is a lesbian?
P: I heard lesbians were in it. I was like, 'I saw Men with Brooms, and I don't remember any lesbians...
A: That could be bad. A lot of sticky situations, that....I didn't mean it like that!!!!!!!!

H: I suppose I should get toilet paper before I go back, because I don't think mum and dad would appreciate using kleenex...

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