Duh!: The Stupid History of the Human Race is not the most epic book in the universe. (It comes close, though.)
The Encyclopedia of Immaturity is the most epic book in the universe.
I suggest you read it so you can learn how to fake a sneeze, say "Waiter, this soup you're serving me, am I the first to eat it?" in Hungarian, gauge your weight by stepping on chewing gum, etc.
There was a boy
There was a girl
Sitting on a rafter.
A snake was there
Wrapped in a curl
Hissing silent laughter.
It bit the boy
It choked the girl
And they died happily ever after.
1. Due to my current computer having difficulties opening new windows and therefore making me unable to approve friends, please don't add me until I get back to my old comp in... a week, I think.
2. I am sick. Yay! That means no girls chasing me! 8D
3. Since today is Valentine's day... hang on while I go bump that poem I wrote in October.
An album of songs that are constantly repeated on the internet.
The tagline: "You've heard these songs a million times so waste your money and hear them some more!"
The playlist:
1. Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley
2. I Got A Crush On Obama by Obama girl
3. Chocolate Rain by Tay Zonday
4. Pants On The Ground by... someone I forgot?
...AND MUCH MUCH MORE!
Is now left-foot henchman. Fear him as well.
No clue what a fifth henchman would be called, though. So no, you can't be middle-nostril henchman or anything like that.
Of a Star Wars/The Princess Bride crossover.
"My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die!"
"No. I am your father."
"No! That's not true! That's impossible! That's... inconceivable!"
"I do not think that word means what you think it means, Inigo..."
Of Obi-Wan Kenobi, preferably from Episode III.
Draw glasses on him with Microsoft Paint.
BE AMAZED.
(Can't do it right now, my normal comp is unavailable.)
ME: What do you get if you multiply six by nine?
CLEVERBOT: I have a very bad problem with my lifestyle.
ME: Ok, Mr. Bot. What kind of psychology test would you like?
CLEVERBOT: What kind of dog?
ME: Border collie... why?
CLEVERBOT: Head to the dog pond, they should have one there.
ME: Where is the dog pond?
CLEVERBOT: Over the moon.
ME: But the dogs would die in the cold vacuum of space.
CLEVERBOT: Stop that.
ME: You hurt me by saying that. Apolgize within five s
I'm not telling.
But let's just say that being alone (except for my mom) on a beach were the "sand" was razor-sharp seashell fragments and the waters had hospital waste floating in them was quite exciting.
Especially when we were stung by miniature jellyfish. (Very painful, but not very poisonous.)
