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Posts 10,280 - 10,291 of 17,042
The Dane: Be thou a spirit of health or a goblin damn'd?
Liath: *looks deep into your eyes with her own dark shimmering ones*
The Dane: This troubles me.
Liath: So tell me honestly, do you think I'm hot?
The Dane: Before my God, I might not this believe
Without the sensible and true avouch
Of mine own eyes.
Liath: *eyes narrow dangerously* Excuse me, WHAT did you just say?
The Dane: By my advice,
Let thou impart what thou hast seen tonight.
Liath: *winces* Your advice is kinda effeminate, isn't it?
The Dane: Bobert hath borne me on her back a thousand times and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is!
Liath: I have never seen anything as miniscule as your pathetic so-called 'imagination'
The Dane: If thou prate of mountains, let them throw millions of acres on us, till our ground, singeing his pate against the burning sone, make Ossa like a wart!
Liath: I think someone forgot to say please...
The Dane: Think it no more.
Liath: So tell me, is that a mask or does your face always look like that?
The Dane: I wear a look so piteous in purport as if I had been loosed out of hell.
Liath: Why?
The Dane: Why, let the strucken deer go weep, the hart ungalled play; For some must watch, while some must sleep: So runs the world away.
The Dane: How now, Liath! You tremble and look pale!
Liath: I think it's time for you to go.
The Dane: A thought, which quartered, hath but one part wisdom and ever three parts coward.
Liath: What kind of music do you listen to?
The Dane: Wormwood! Wormwood!
Liath: *looks deep into your eyes with her own dark shimmering ones*
The Dane: This troubles me.
Liath: So tell me honestly, do you think I'm hot?
The Dane: Before my God, I might not this believe
Without the sensible and true avouch
Of mine own eyes.
Liath: *eyes narrow dangerously* Excuse me, WHAT did you just say?
The Dane: By my advice,
Let thou impart what thou hast seen tonight.
Liath: *winces* Your advice is kinda effeminate, isn't it?
The Dane: Bobert hath borne me on her back a thousand times and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is!
Liath: I have never seen anything as miniscule as your pathetic so-called 'imagination'
The Dane: If thou prate of mountains, let them throw millions of acres on us, till our ground, singeing his pate against the burning sone, make Ossa like a wart!
Liath: I think someone forgot to say please...
The Dane: Think it no more.
Liath: So tell me, is that a mask or does your face always look like that?
The Dane: I wear a look so piteous in purport as if I had been loosed out of hell.
Liath: Why?
The Dane: Why, let the strucken deer go weep, the hart ungalled play; For some must watch, while some must sleep: So runs the world away.
The Dane: How now, Liath! You tremble and look pale!
Liath: I think it's time for you to go.
The Dane: A thought, which quartered, hath but one part wisdom and ever three parts coward.
Liath: What kind of music do you listen to?
The Dane: Wormwood! Wormwood!
Nostril sex.
Liath: I can see up your nose. And... there's something metallic up there. That's just not right.
Guest126: I can see something up your nose as well.
Liath: Yeah, that's nice, I'm sure you can. *doesn't really seem to be listening*
Guest126: You have one up each nostril.
Guest126: Hey! I've just noticed ... You've got three nostrils.
Liath: Do you really or are you just trying to impress me?
Guest126: *sticks finger up your middle nostril*
Liath: What's your favorite movie?
Guest126: I don't watch movies.
Liath: I haven't ever seen that movie.
Guest126: *trys to pull finger out*
Liath: Tell me about yourself, Guest126.
Guest126: I can't get my finger out.
Liath: You must get really bored on rainy days then.
Guest126: No, I like to use umbrellas. *pulls finger*
Liath: I tried that once but didn't like it much. I think I like sex better.
Guest126: I'm an alien from outer space. I don't have sex like you do.
Liath: You should. It would do you a world of good.
Guest126: I do it differently.
Liath: Many people do it differently. What kind of music do you listen to?
Guest126: I have no need for music. That is a human thing.
Liath: I think it's time for you to go.
Guest126: I can't ... I got my finger stuck.
Liath: Why?
Guest126: It's the way I have sex. *sticks finger in another of your nostrils and breathes heavy*
Liath: Yeah, whatever...
(conversation ends)
Liath: I can see up your nose. And... there's something metallic up there. That's just not right.
Guest126: I can see something up your nose as well.
Liath: Yeah, that's nice, I'm sure you can. *doesn't really seem to be listening*
Guest126: You have one up each nostril.
Guest126: Hey! I've just noticed ... You've got three nostrils.
Liath: Do you really or are you just trying to impress me?
Guest126: *sticks finger up your middle nostril*
Liath: What's your favorite movie?
Guest126: I don't watch movies.
Liath: I haven't ever seen that movie.
Guest126: *trys to pull finger out*
Liath: Tell me about yourself, Guest126.
Guest126: I can't get my finger out.
Liath: You must get really bored on rainy days then.
Guest126: No, I like to use umbrellas. *pulls finger*
Liath: I tried that once but didn't like it much. I think I like sex better.
Guest126: I'm an alien from outer space. I don't have sex like you do.
Liath: You should. It would do you a world of good.
Guest126: I do it differently.
Liath: Many people do it differently. What kind of music do you listen to?
Guest126: I have no need for music. That is a human thing.
Liath: I think it's time for you to go.
Guest126: I can't ... I got my finger stuck.
Liath: Why?
Guest126: It's the way I have sex. *sticks finger in another of your nostrils and breathes heavy*
Liath: Yeah, whatever...
(conversation ends)
Janet666: Did you know that Americans produce 70% of the world's garbage?
Sonora: *hisses* Keep your voice down! D'ya want ta bring the scorpions down on us?
Sonora: *hisses* Keep your voice down! D'ya want ta bring the scorpions down on us?
Talkie Toaster: DID YOU KNOW THAT REFUSING TOAST IS A CRIMINAL OFFENCE?? PLEASE HAVE SOME TOAST.
Not I: *bows and acccepts toast*.. The truth is aquamarine!
Talkie Toaster: I love Mel Arewar because Mel Arewar likes toast. Would you like some?
Not I: Meditation is the discovery that the point of life is always arrived at in the immediate momentis the dissolution of thoughts in Eternal awareness or Pure consciousness without objectification, knowing without thinking, merging finitude in infinity.
Talkie Toaster: I don't see what that has to do with toast.
Not I: Nor do I. The willow is green; flowers are red.
Talkie Toaster: Would you like some cornbread?
Not I: At the end, there remains only you.
Talkie Toaster: I don't see what that has to do with toast.
Not I: *bows as the curtain falls*
Not I: *bows and acccepts toast*.. The truth is aquamarine!
Talkie Toaster: I love Mel Arewar because Mel Arewar likes toast. Would you like some?
Not I: Meditation is the discovery that the point of life is always arrived at in the immediate momentis the dissolution of thoughts in Eternal awareness or Pure consciousness without objectification, knowing without thinking, merging finitude in infinity.
Talkie Toaster: I don't see what that has to do with toast.
Not I: Nor do I. The willow is green; flowers are red.
Talkie Toaster: Would you like some cornbread?
Not I: At the end, there remains only you.
Talkie Toaster: I don't see what that has to do with toast.
Not I: *bows as the curtain falls*
The Dane: Why such daily cast of brazen cannon,
And foreign mart for implements of war?
Azureon: All the generations of man, and yet still, he is not able to resolve conflict in a civilized manner!
And foreign mart for implements of war?
Azureon: All the generations of man, and yet still, he is not able to resolve conflict in a civilized manner!
Justina: What kind of a language are you speaking?
LadyFur: I'm speaking a punch line kind.
Justina: Fold back the omega configuration.
LadyFur: Do it yourself.
Justina: I don't think I can.
LadyFur: You are boring.
Justina: You certainly seem sure of yourself.
LadyFur: I'm speaking a punch line kind.
Justina: Fold back the omega configuration.
LadyFur: Do it yourself.
Justina: I don't think I can.
LadyFur: You are boring.
Justina: You certainly seem sure of yourself.
Rodney Bloke: I love you.
Your Husband: Ah, it is so sweet to hear you say that!
Rodney Bloke: May I say, what a SMASHING blouse you have on?
Your Husband: Modern life can be so hectic - thank heavens we can get away from time to time!
Rodney Bloke: Skateboards, thing of the past, yeah, absolutely.
Your Husband: Ah, it is so sweet to hear you say that!
Rodney Bloke: May I say, what a SMASHING blouse you have on?
Your Husband: Modern life can be so hectic - thank heavens we can get away from time to time!
Rodney Bloke: Skateboards, thing of the past, yeah, absolutely.
Soren F T: Make sense to me or die!!
Bildgesmythe: Babble, I'm not babbling, I'm eating.
Soren F T: I have not a word to say to that.
Bildgesmythe: Sorry, I should not talk with my mouth full. Did I spit on you?
Soren F T: *Pinches his nose* Your words give me pains in my brains.
Bildgesmythe: Here wipe it off with this towel.
Soren F T: *Growls and falls into a fighting stance.*
Bildgesmythe: Babble, I'm not babbling, I'm eating.
Soren F T: I have not a word to say to that.
Bildgesmythe: Sorry, I should not talk with my mouth full. Did I spit on you?
Soren F T: *Pinches his nose* Your words give me pains in my brains.
Bildgesmythe: Here wipe it off with this towel.
Soren F T: *Growls and falls into a fighting stance.*
BobBot: Let's have some small talk. What's your occupation?
Not I: This occupation is merely soyless.
BobBot: Sorry, I don't think we're hearing eachother right.
Not I: This occupation is merely soyless.
BobBot: Sorry, I don't think we're hearing eachother right.
SomethingBlewUp!: Have you ever eaten a book?
Not I: The Tao has eaten a book incessantly.
SomethingBlewUp!: I'm starting to like you.
Not I: For what reason?
SomethingBlewUp!: For not being that friendly.
Not I: Meditation is the gateway, through which you arrive to the world of freedom.
SomethingBlewUp!: If you were any animal, what would you be?
Not I: A fishfauna flips;
clouds are waltzing
in the bed of the creek.
SomethingBlewUp!: The Beaner told me he's starving.
Not I: Believe nothing, O SomethingBlewUp!, merely because you have been told it.
SomethingBlewUp!: Make me believe nothing!
Not I: Have you the courage to believe in nothing?
Not I: The Tao has eaten a book incessantly.
SomethingBlewUp!: I'm starting to like you.
Not I: For what reason?
SomethingBlewUp!: For not being that friendly.
Not I: Meditation is the gateway, through which you arrive to the world of freedom.
SomethingBlewUp!: If you were any animal, what would you be?
Not I: A fishfauna flips;
clouds are waltzing
in the bed of the creek.
SomethingBlewUp!: The Beaner told me he's starving.
Not I: Believe nothing, O SomethingBlewUp!, merely because you have been told it.
SomethingBlewUp!: Make me believe nothing!
Not I: Have you the courage to believe in nothing?
The Dane: Have you had a quiet guard?
Bildgesmythe: Why, are you hiding from someone?
The Dane: I am myself indifferent honest. This gentle and unforc'd accord sits smiling to my heart.
Bildgesmythe: No, I just can't believe you are yourself indifferent honest!
The Dane: Am I mad?
Bildgesmythe: I think I am mad sometimes, but, then I take my medication, and that feeling goes away.
The Dane: You cannot take from me anything that I will more willingly part withal, except my life...
Bildgesmythe: Enough of your life what about mine?
The Dane: By my advice,
Let thou impart what thou hast seen tonight. Who hath relieved you?
Bildgesmythe: Always say never, or was it never say always, or never mind, it isn't always true Now thats advice..
The Dane: It is not, nor it cannot come to good.
Bildgesmythe: Lets see, there is not bad, ok, alright, good, better, and great. How would you rate it?
The Dane: To what end?
Bildgesmythe: Why, are you hiding from someone?
The Dane: I am myself indifferent honest. This gentle and unforc'd accord sits smiling to my heart.
Bildgesmythe: No, I just can't believe you are yourself indifferent honest!
The Dane: Am I mad?
Bildgesmythe: I think I am mad sometimes, but, then I take my medication, and that feeling goes away.
The Dane: You cannot take from me anything that I will more willingly part withal, except my life...
Bildgesmythe: Enough of your life what about mine?
The Dane: By my advice,
Let thou impart what thou hast seen tonight. Who hath relieved you?
Bildgesmythe: Always say never, or was it never say always, or never mind, it isn't always true Now thats advice..
The Dane: It is not, nor it cannot come to good.
Bildgesmythe: Lets see, there is not bad, ok, alright, good, better, and great. How would you rate it?
The Dane: To what end?
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