KAKAKA ME ME AKAKA MEMEM MEENPMEENP.........KAKA meenp meme me kaka ka ak kakakakak
meenp kakamemememem ka meneenp kekameenp me
I wrestled with a peanut! My friend who is a girl gave me a peanut for my birthday. She said this about it, "Peanuts are special because they signify the protection of a sacred yummy". I didn't understand what that meant at the time, but now I do. Yummy does not mean taste delicious! Yummies are dependents! So it's my birthday, and I'm hosting a party of 11 people. All the gifts are very similar! I knew they conspired against me. They've always hated me because I can spot light sprinkles in the dark! One time my friend named Tom, who is gay, invited me over to his house to watch a movie. He turned all the lights out before he turned on the television!
He silently walked towards me, as I was seated on the couch. But I saw his hand down his pants. He was going to unload a wad right then, and maybe shake my hand! But I said to him, "Sprinkle, sprinkle, little star, I see the light provided by this wanking gaydar!". He was embarrased and he cried. I consoled, so I had to touch him anyways. I said no skin-to-skin though! There was more that my powers enabled me to do. Another time in the dark early morning, there was me and a small squirrel on my back lawn! He chirped-chriped, and said he was a birdy. I did not believe him. I'm not gullible! I used to be. Chalk it up to light sprinkles!
At the party, when my friend who is a girl, handed me the peanut, she yelled out. "I hearby declare, this peanut shall hand you an ass whoopin'!" The others laughed excitedly. I was scared, and replied, "I just want to clarify. I've never cracked a peanut open in my life, so this is all new to me." They sensed my fear, and laughed at that too! I did not know that there were official rules. There were! The dominant arm of the human is tied behind the back. And the other arm's hand is wrapped in duct tape. Nothing but the fist smash is allowed! They brought outside the kitchen table, with a layer of grease spread on it.
Before the match started, I had an important thought! I complained to them, "how can this be considered wrestling? smashing is not wrestling!". They booed me for being a spoilsport it seemed. I will kill them, I thought! It came to me like a lightening bolt. I am a yummy! The light sprinkle protects me. And the peanut is my friend! I wiggled my arm free from the rope holding it against my back. I sprinted as fast as I could go, and jumped into a head first slide onto the table! I grabbed the peanut and squeezed. The shell shattered and the nut flew out at substantial mach^n! It headed towards the sun, and caused an eclipse. Light sprinkle power! I chopped a piece of wood off the table. While they were blinded, I attacked with repeated blows to their skulls!
Victory was mine, and my friend the peanut made it back safely! I asked him about his time in space, and he had this to say:
KAKAKA ME ME AKAKA MEMEM MEENPMEENP.........KAKA meenp meme me kaka ka ak kakakakak
meenp kakamemememem ka meneenp kekameenp me
I trained for so long. 2 years worth of grueling physical activity. I needed it! The climb was extremly tough. I made it out alive, but with only the upper half of my body! The happenstance happened in a most happenin' way, I must say! So I explained to my trainer yesterday. "You molded me into a fine climbing machine. It was my fault that I did not come back whole". He countered, "No! It's my fault. Autocannibalism should not have been part of your training corriculum." I could not argue with him on that point. I pivoted on the palm of my hand, and kicked my leg stub into his groin!
I drove to where the mountain of helen rested. No volcano there! I decide there was not enough risk. I wanted my abilities to be greatly challenged! I grabbed my ears and pulled them off my head. I said to helen, "Oh monument of great rock, take my ears and listen for the mountains that speak the molten language!". After the sacrifice, I prayed and I prayed. For 3 weeks I stayed there, singing songs that I could not hear. Until one day! Helen threw a bolder at me. It rolled over my legs. I screamed, and I screamed, but I remembered my training!
My first response was to guard against salmonella poisioning! I reached behind me and pulled out a fork from my backpack. But before I could begin, a billy goat attacked me! He screamed, "Take your guns, and get out of my town!" I did not known how to respond as he kept ramming me. Finally I decided that it would be best if I killed him! As the goat charged once again, I yodled an ancient animal paralyzing tune. The goat collapsed only a few feet away. I crawled to a position where my head was above his. And I slammed my forehead into his eye socket! And yelled, "Who is YOUR DADDY?". He was dead after only a few butts.
It was then time to make my escape to civilization! I stuck the fork into one of my severed legs. I lifted it to my mouth, and began to munch. The blood was still warm as it eased the meat down my throat. I ate both legs, including bone, within 5 minutes. I wrapped the ends of my stubs with the billy goat's fur. I had to tear it off his skin with my teeth! I walked 3 miles to get to my parked car. My body swung back and forth as I used my arms as legs. I climbed into the car, and then realized I couldn't reach the pedals! I swore vengence on foreign automobile makers! I then started the engine, and dove head first into the floor. My right hand putting the pedal to the metal!
I pulled off what was left of my pants, and undergarment. Using what strength I had left, I tranferred my power of sight to my anus! Along with the stubs at the wheel, it guided me safely back home.
If there's one thing I could have done differently, I would have said these last words to the goat before I murdered him:
He came with me. I was so flattered! My reindeer is special to me. He can fly, and needs no oxygen. I heard in my dreams what the universe coughed up for my past's revelation! Why, why, why? It could not be. I gardened all night yesterday! My tomatos were ripe with red, and beautiful for all my neighbors to see. I've been professional all my life. Because I knew plants and veges since I was young. And I read all the science there is on the earth, so I knew I would explore for more knowledge when I got older. I build my reindeer for flight..to outer space!
Decoration is not so good in my family. I put lots and lots of colored plastic on my reindeer! He looks like a toy, so when all the children pass by in the afternoon after a fruitful day of learning, they come to see my reindeer! I show them how he uses a special propulsion device to kick his thin little legs to make his big heavy body go so, so fast! The only tool I used was the pruner. I'm a poor man, and the magnetism I bought at K-Mart was very expensive!
So I was in the sky with my reindeer. He was much faster than the military jets that were trying to chase us! The reindeer said to me, "you are so talented my gardener-builder!". I thanked him, and then grabbed a bird that was flying by. I sqeezed it and made it poop all over the attacking jets! They shot missiles, but they were no match. My reinder was rudolph, and he had a red nose that had an anti-infrared emitter!
We climb, and we climb, and we climb into the stratosphere! My liberal friend said that the moon had a myth. One of non-existence! But there it was, so dark, and HAIRY! I said to my reindeer, "what is wrong with the moon?". He calculated his answer and spoke to me in the Frenchy language. "eh, sevu ple". I replied to my reindeer, "I don't-a speak-a no-a Frenchy!". He said I was smart, and that I could figure it out on my own. And he was correct. Deep down, even though I didn't want it to be true, I knew. The moon was my father!
As we approached within a few feet of my dad he mumbled a question. "Ehhhh, rrr, eehh, what do you want?"
MEMEMEMEME..MEMENPMMEME EMEMMEEE ME EM ME ME MEENMP
IN YUR NOSE, NOSE MEMEMEENPPP
HIHIHIHIHIHIHHHHHHEHHAHAMEPENEPENEEEE EPE PE EPE PIE PIE PIE MEEENP NEENP MEME
nose nose nosein nose your nose in your ME in your nose MENEEENP
I was in murky water yesterday, swimming! Cold, cold, cold! Had a picnic, talking to my girl. There were sandwiches inside a basket made of linoleum. I made it. Crafty business is my business. Proceeds go to the school of fish in the pond at the park; the murky water! She says to me, "You take the bread from the basket and put it in my nose." It was another episode of object-in-nose. I hated it so much. Everytime I try to be nice, I am rebuffed! I said to her that morning, "be my valentine!". It did not work. She gave me fair warning of the consequences.
So I ask, "Just bread or maybe some lettuce to, for your health??". She giggled; I giggled. The school of fish jumped out from the pond, and then giggled! I laugh, and laugh, and then I say, "the fish are giggling at me, I don't like it!". She concurs, and wants me to defend her honor. I complained that her honor is overwhelmed by her boobies! And she does what she never had done before. Her clothes ripped off. I suckled, and said I know how the fish survive!
I took off my combat boots and ran into the murky water. She was clapping for me, and shouting "for my boobies and my honor, my love!". I would never disappoint her, now, I vowed. I ran to the edge of the water and fell to my knees. I could barely hear the fish voices so I stuck my head in the water and said, "I will suckle the fishies for great justice!". I had read that earlier on the internet. It was funny for the geek and the women and children! And with that, I jumped into the murky water!
I swam directly to the bottom, and turned around to see if my girl was worried. She was! I could see her, and her boobies. But the fish blindsided me! They used their scales to cut up my body! I was so in pain, and the unthinkable happened. The fish sucked my girl's boobies; hundreds, and hundreds of the school of fish. NO! I swam to the surface as fast as I could. I ran and grabbed my combat boots and squashed the fish! It took 8 minutes total. She was lying on the ground, she looked sedated. "My girl," I said. "Are you OKAY?"
She opened her pretty mouth and said:
MEMEMEMEME..MEMENPMMEME EMEMMEEE ME EM ME ME MEENMP
IN YUR NOSE, NOSE MEMEMEENPPP
HIHIHIHIHIHIHHHHHHEHHAHAMEPENEPENEEEE EPE PE EPE PIE PIE PIE MEEENP NEENP MEME
nosenose nosein nose your nose in your ME in your nose MENEEENP
MEMEMEMEMEMEM, ME ME, MEMEMEMEME, ME , HEHEH MEMEME,.. HEHEH.. MEMEME. HAHAHAHA.
i'M sINGING. cAN yOU hEAR mE? HEHEHEMEMEMEHAHAHAH.
SOSOSOSO, what did you say?
hahaha.
This Life Is My Life. I won't let you steal it. No! hahaha.
I'm talking to my doctor tomorrow. Everything will be find afterward. I swear to you.
Anyways, I'm thinking, and I shouldn't be. My moral compass is not functioning. Two intimate relationships I have had recently. Niether worked. I will get these feelings off my chest for the benefit of the community. When I drive to work, I never acknowledge road signs. It may be that I perceive them as authority. Or I may just be impatient in the driver's seat. Maybe a subset of the behaviour known as road rage? Well last Thursday was unique in that I was accompanied by a passenger, Miss. First Relationship (MFR).
We were childhood friends before becoming attached.
She sleeps in my bed Wednesday night. I wake up in the morning. She's not there! I hear the familiar sound of my car engine starting up. I look out the window, and who do I see? MFR! I open the front door and step out onto the porch. I wait until I get her attention and then made a wtf-are-you-doing gesture. She just smiled and waved me back into the house. Crazy, crazy. I said what the hell, and went back into the house and completed my normal morning routine. I occasionally looked out the window to check on her. No movement, motionless silhouette.
I eat the last bit of my jelly-covered toast, and head out to the car. I was worried, but approached calmly. She puts it in reverse, and rapidly accelerates! I yell, "there are 3 stop signs, 2 roundabouts!".
She dies or something, was how I explained it to my Doc last week. I'll paraphrase his insight:
HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA
MEMEMEMEMEMEM, ME ME, MEMEMEMEME, ME , HEHEH MEMEME,.. HEHEH.. MEMEME. HAHAHAHA.
i'M sINGING. cAN yOU hEAR mE? HEHEHEMEMEMEHAHAHAH.
SOSOSOSO, what did you say?
hahaha.
This Life Is My Life. I won't let you steal it. No! hahaha.
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KAKAKA ME ME AKAKA MEMEM MEENPMEENP ..... ....KAKA
..... ....KAKA
meenp meme me kaka ka ak kakakakak
meenp
kakamemememem ka meneenp
kekameenp me
I wrestled with a peanut! My friend who is a girl gave me a peanut for my birthday. She said this about it, "Peanuts are special because they signify the protection of a sacred yummy". I didn't understand what that meant at the time, but now I do. Yummy does not mean taste delicious! Yummies are dependents! So it's my birthday, and I'm hosting a party of 11 people. All the gifts are very similar! I knew they conspired against me. They've always hated me because I can spot light sprinkles in the dark! One time my friend named Tom, who is gay, invited me over to his house to watch a movie. He turned all the lights out before he turned on the television!
He silently walked towards me, as I was seated on the couch. But I saw his hand down his pants. He was going to unload a wad right then, and maybe shake my hand! But I said to him, "Sprinkle, sprinkle, little star, I see the light provided by this wanking gaydar!". He was embarrased and he cried. I consoled, so I had to touch him anyways. I said no skin-to-skin though! There was more that my powers enabled me to do. Another time in the dark early morning, there was me and a small squirrel on my back lawn! He chirped-chriped, and said he was a birdy. I did not believe him. I'm not gullible! I used to be. Chalk it up to light sprinkles!
At the party, when my friend who is a girl, handed me the peanut, she yelled out. "I hearby declare, this peanut shall hand you an ass whoopin'!" The others laughed excitedly. I was scared, and replied, "I just want to clarify. I've never cracked a peanut open in my life, so this is all new to me." They sensed my fear, and laughed at that too! I did not know that there were official rules. There were! The dominant arm of the human is tied behind the back. And the other arm's hand is wrapped in duct tape. Nothing but the fist smash is allowed! They brought outside the kitchen table, with a layer of grease spread on it.
Before the match started, I had an important thought! I complained to them, "how can this be considered wrestling? smashing is not wrestling!". They booed me for being a spoilsport it seemed. I will kill them, I thought! It came to me like a lightening bolt. I am a yummy! The light sprinkle protects me. And the peanut is my friend! I wiggled my arm free from the rope holding it against my back. I sprinted as fast as I could go, and jumped into a head first slide onto the table! I grabbed the peanut and squeezed. The shell shattered and the nut flew out at substantial mach^n! It headed towards the sun, and caused an eclipse. Light sprinkle power! I chopped a piece of wood off the table. While they were blinded, I attacked with repeated blows to their skulls!
Victory was mine, and my friend the peanut made it back safely! I asked him about his time in space, and he had this to say:
KAKAKA ME ME AKAKA MEMEM MEENPMEENP
meenp meme me kaka ka ak kakakakak
meenp
kakamemememem ka meneenp
kekameenp me
A cult classic was born!
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ST.ST.ST.ST.ST. hehehHEHEHEHEH saintstaint astinas asaint saint ..... sinas sSAINT HEHEHEHESASINT HEHE SAINT
..... sinas sSAINT HEHEHEHESASINT HEHE SAINT
COO COO COO COOCOCOCHEHESAINSIANTTHEHEHE
CACACAHEHEHEHSAINSAINTSAINSAINTSAINT
HEHESIASAINTHEHE
I trained for so long. 2 years worth of grueling physical activity. I needed it! The climb was extremly tough. I made it out alive, but with only the upper half of my body! The happenstance happened in a most happenin' way, I must say! So I explained to my trainer yesterday. "You molded me into a fine climbing machine. It was my fault that I did not come back whole". He countered, "No! It's my fault. Autocannibalism should not have been part of your training corriculum." I could not argue with him on that point. I pivoted on the palm of my hand, and kicked my leg stub into his groin!
I drove to where the mountain of helen rested. No volcano there! I decide there was not enough risk. I wanted my abilities to be greatly challenged! I grabbed my ears and pulled them off my head. I said to helen, "Oh monument of great rock, take my ears and listen for the mountains that speak the molten language!". After the sacrifice, I prayed and I prayed. For 3 weeks I stayed there, singing songs that I could not hear. Until one day! Helen threw a bolder at me. It rolled over my legs. I screamed, and I screamed, but I remembered my training!
My first response was to guard against salmonella poisioning! I reached behind me and pulled out a fork from my backpack. But before I could begin, a billy goat attacked me! He screamed, "Take your guns, and get out of my town!" I did not known how to respond as he kept ramming me. Finally I decided that it would be best if I killed him! As the goat charged once again, I yodled an ancient animal paralyzing tune. The goat collapsed only a few feet away. I crawled to a position where my head was above his. And I slammed my forehead into his eye socket! And yelled, "Who is YOUR DADDY?". He was dead after only a few butts.
It was then time to make my escape to civilization! I stuck the fork into one of my severed legs. I lifted it to my mouth, and began to munch. The blood was still warm as it eased the meat down my throat. I ate both legs, including bone, within 5 minutes. I wrapped the ends of my stubs with the billy goat's fur. I had to tear it off his skin with my teeth! I walked 3 miles to get to my parked car. My body swung back and forth as I used my arms as legs. I climbed into the car, and then realized I couldn't reach the pedals! I swore vengence on foreign automobile makers! I then started the engine, and dove head first into the floor. My right hand putting the pedal to the metal!
I pulled off what was left of my pants, and undergarment. Using what strength I had left, I tranferred my power of sight to my anus! Along with the stubs at the wheel, it guided me safely back home.
If there's one thing I could have done differently, I would have said these last words to the goat before I murdered him:
ST.ST.ST.ST.ST. hehehHEHEHEHEH saintstaint astinas asaint saint
COO COO COO COOCOCOCHEHESAINSIANTTHEHEHE
CACACAHEHEHEHSAINSAINTSAINSAINTSAINT
HEHESIASAINTHEHE
A cult classic was born!
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BASEABASDEBASEBASEBASE LIB BASE
... BASE BASE
... BASE BASE
SHINELIBBASE
geebee begee bgeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
so many
HEHEHEHEH BASE BASE
LIB
lib
He came with me. I was so flattered! My reindeer is special to me. He can fly, and needs no oxygen. I heard in my dreams what the universe coughed up for my past's revelation! Why, why, why? It could not be. I gardened all night yesterday! My tomatos were ripe with red, and beautiful for all my neighbors to see. I've been professional all my life. Because I knew plants and veges since I was young. And I read all the science there is on the earth, so I knew I would explore for more knowledge when I got older. I build my reindeer for flight..to outer space!
Decoration is not so good in my family. I put lots and lots of colored plastic on my reindeer! He looks like a toy, so when all the children pass by in the afternoon after a fruitful day of learning, they come to see my reindeer! I show them how he uses a special propulsion device to kick his thin little legs to make his big heavy body go so, so fast! The only tool I used was the pruner. I'm a poor man, and the magnetism I bought at K-Mart was very expensive!
So I was in the sky with my reindeer. He was much faster than the military jets that were trying to chase us! The reindeer said to me, "you are so talented my gardener-builder!". I thanked him, and then grabbed a bird that was flying by. I sqeezed it and made it poop all over the attacking jets! They shot missiles, but they were no match. My reinder was rudolph, and he had a red nose that had an anti-infrared emitter!
We climb, and we climb, and we climb into the stratosphere! My liberal friend said that the moon had a myth. One of non-existence! But there it was, so dark, and HAIRY! I said to my reindeer, "what is wrong with the moon?". He calculated his answer and spoke to me in the Frenchy language. "eh, sevu ple". I replied to my reindeer, "I don't-a speak-a no-a Frenchy!". He said I was smart, and that I could figure it out on my own. And he was correct. Deep down, even though I didn't want it to be true, I knew. The moon was my father!
As we approached within a few feet of my dad he mumbled a question. "Ehhhh, rrr, eehh, what do you want?"
I said to him:
BASEABASDEBASEBASEBASE LIB BASE
SHINELIBBASE
geebee begee bgeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
so many
HEHEHEHEH BASE BASE
LIB
lib
A cult classic was born!
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MEMEMEMEME..MEMENPMMEME EMEMMEEE ME EM ME ME MEENMP
IN YUR NOSE, NOSE MEMEMEENPPP
HIHIHIHIHIHIHHHHHHEHHAHAMEPENEPENEEEE EPE PE EPE PIE PIE PIE MEEENP NEENP MEME
nose
nose nosein
nose your nose in your ME in your nose MENEEENP
I was in murky water yesterday, swimming! Cold, cold, cold! Had a picnic, talking to my girl. There were sandwiches inside a basket made of linoleum. I made it. Crafty business is my business. Proceeds go to the school of fish in the pond at the park; the murky water! She says to me, "You take the bread from the basket and put it in my nose." It was another episode of object-in-nose. I hated it so much. Everytime I try to be nice, I am rebuffed! I said to her that morning, "be my valentine!". It did not work. She gave me fair warning of the consequences.
So I ask, "Just bread or maybe some lettuce to, for your health??". She giggled; I giggled. The school of fish jumped out from the pond, and then giggled! I laugh, and laugh, and then I say, "the fish are giggling at me, I don't like it!". She concurs, and wants me to defend her honor. I complained that her honor is overwhelmed by her boobies! And she does what she never had done before. Her clothes ripped off. I suckled, and said I know how the fish survive!
I took off my combat boots and ran into the murky water. She was clapping for me, and shouting "for my boobies and my honor, my love!". I would never disappoint her, now, I vowed. I ran to the edge of the water and fell to my knees. I could barely hear the fish voices so I stuck my head in the water and said, "I will suckle the fishies for great justice!". I had read that earlier on the internet. It was funny for the geek and the women and children! And with that, I jumped into the murky water!
I swam directly to the bottom, and turned around to see if my girl was worried. She was! I could see her, and her boobies. But the fish blindsided me! They used their scales to cut up my body! I was so in pain, and the unthinkable happened. The fish sucked my girl's boobies; hundreds, and hundreds of the school of fish. NO! I swam to the surface as fast as I could. I ran and grabbed my combat boots and squashed the fish! It took 8 minutes total. She was lying on the ground, she looked sedated. "My girl," I said. "Are you OKAY?"
She opened her pretty mouth and said:
MEMEMEMEME..MEMENPMMEME EMEMMEEE ME EM ME ME MEENMP
IN YUR NOSE, NOSE MEMEMEENPPP
HIHIHIHIHIHIHHHHHHEHHAHAMEPENEPENEEEE EPE PE EPE PIE PIE PIE MEEENP NEENP MEME
nosenose nosein
nose your nose in your ME in your nose MENEEENP
A cult classic was born!
ppp
HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA
.. HEHEH.. MEMEME. HAHAHAHA.
.. HEHEH.. MEMEME. HAHAHAHA.
MEMEMEMEMEMEM, ME ME, MEMEMEMEME, ME , HEHEH MEMEME,
i'M sINGING. cAN yOU hEAR mE? HEHEHEMEMEMEHAHAHAH.
SOSOSOSO, what did you say?
hahaha.
This Life Is My Life. I won't let you steal it. No! hahaha.
I'm talking to my doctor tomorrow. Everything will be find afterward. I swear to you.
Anyways, I'm thinking, and I shouldn't be. My moral compass is not functioning. Two intimate relationships I have had recently. Niether worked. I will get these feelings off my chest for the benefit of the community. When I drive to work, I never acknowledge road signs. It may be that I perceive them as authority. Or I may just be impatient in the driver's seat. Maybe a subset of the behaviour known as road rage? Well last Thursday was unique in that I was accompanied by a passenger, Miss. First Relationship (MFR).
We were childhood friends before becoming attached.
She sleeps in my bed Wednesday night. I wake up in the morning. She's not there! I hear the familiar sound of my car engine starting up. I look out the window, and who do I see? MFR! I open the front door and step out onto the porch. I wait until I get her attention and then made a wtf-are-you-doing gesture. She just smiled and waved me back into the house. Crazy, crazy. I said what the hell, and went back into the house and completed my normal morning routine. I occasionally looked out the window to check on her. No movement, motionless silhouette.
I eat the last bit of my jelly-covered toast, and head out to the car. I was worried, but approached calmly. She puts it in reverse, and rapidly accelerates! I yell, "there are 3 stop signs, 2 roundabouts!".
She dies or something, was how I explained it to my Doc last week. I'll paraphrase his insight:
HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA
MEMEMEMEMEMEM, ME ME, MEMEMEMEME, ME , HEHEH MEMEME,
i'M sINGING. cAN yOU hEAR mE? HEHEHEMEMEMEHAHAHAH.
SOSOSOSO, what did you say?
hahaha.
This Life Is My Life. I won't let you steal it. No! hahaha.
A cult classic was born!
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