[11:26
AM] Mr. Blue:
Is
there still a cookie stand at the mall that sells those cookie cakes?
I
want a damn slice
[11:29
AM] Ms. Rose:
Yep.
Straight in from the (store) entrance.
You
can even order online. Great American Cookie Company.
[11:30
AM] Mr. Blue:
Sweet
"What
do you want written on it?"
"Uhh...
the entirety of Ulysses in vanilla."
[11:31
AM] Ms. Rose:
Hahahah
[11:31
AM] Mr. Blue:
I
don't want any slices that are gypped out of icing
[11:32
AM] Ms. Rose:
I
wish they sold just vats of icing. Skip the cookie part, just gimme
the sugar that colors your tongue.
[11:32
AM] Mr. Blue:
I
remember going on some type of field trip of some kind when the place
was still at the corner (instead of the middle of the walking area)
and they let us make our own
[11:33
AM] Ms. Rose:
Before
juvenile diabeetus was invented.
[11:35
AM] Mr. Blue:
Theirs
has a distinct taste that the ones at X and Y, while good, don't
have.
Or
they used to... We'll see if they still do.
[11:40
AM] Mr. Silver:
"Made
with our signature and secret ingredient – Love™.” (*Love™
requires a pharmaceutical degree and permit to handle opiates. If you
suspect your cookie maker of being under-qualified, please notify the
DEA at 1-800-..." )
[11:41
AM] Mr. Blue:
Women
who are pregnant or may become pregnant should not ingest, inhale or
handle Love™
If
astral projection occurs please seek medical attention
[11:45
AM] Mr. Brown:
Sugar
icing is the best
None
of that crappy butter shit
[11:46
AM] Mr. Silver:
LOL
at "astral projection"
Fortunately
the era of grease icing is long past
(sings)
"Go grease icing you're fillin' up the arteries...
[Grease
icing! Go-O grease icing!]
Go
grease icing your packin' up the bathroom stall...
[Grease
icing! Go-O grease icing!]
My
liver's green...ain't buttercream...grease icing!"
Buttercream
is nice...it was that Crisco slop they used for about 10 years that
was nasty.
[11:51
AM] Ms. Rose:
If
you can scrape the buttery wax residue from your teeth after enjoying
"icing," you probably have the wrong kind. But if your
eyeballs start to vibrate and the world suddenly seems as colorful as
the icing, buy more!
[12:39
PM] Mr. Silver:
After
extracting Simon and Garfunkel, I'm much more interested in this tune
now: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scarborough_Fair_%28ballad%29
[12:40
PM] Ms. Rose:
OMG,
I just finished that song on my playlist. Not joking. First time it
ever came up.
[12:41
PM] Mr. Brown:
I
garfunkeled Simon
[12:41
PM] Mr. Silver:
According
to Garfunkel...he got Simoned
Tiny
talented man...big ol' ego
[12:42
PM] Ms. Rose:
Heh
heh heh "Tell him to plough it with a ram's horn"
[12:43
PM] Mr. Silver:
"Tell
him to shove it, right up his...mule... Parsley sage rosemary
and thyme..."
[12:45
PM] Mr. Blue:
I
didn't realize it was that old
I
thought it was relatively recently made, but meant to sound old
[12:47
PM] Mr. Silver:
"We
al-tered the ly-rics, and claimed it was ours...parsley sage rosemary
and thyme..."
[12:47
PM] Mr. Blue:
Heheh
[12:50
PM] Ms. Rose:
I
think we need to re-do this whole song.
[12:51
PM] Mr. Silver:
“Tell
him to take his i-iPhone 5...parsley sage rosemary and thyme...
and crack all the data for the F B I..."
"Then
he'll be a friends... with benes of miiiine..."
Yes...very
modern.
[12:53
PM] Mr. Blue:
Are
you going to Big Butler Fair / hot dogs, funnel cakes, and deep fried
oreos
[12:53
PM] Ms. Rose:
HAHAHAAHA!
Tell
her to wash it in yon laundromat / where never sprung crackheads with
their own quarters
We
need another hook though.
"Potheads, salts, rosemary, and meth?"
[1:02
PM] Mr. Silver:
"Tell
'er ta get a Jagr Pen's jersey, from Two-tha-sin three..."
"Bassi,
perohghi, an' Dirty O fries..."
[1:03
PM] Ms. Rose:
LOL
It's
weird that the song starts with "are you going to Scarborough
fair" and then it just launches into all these demands. It's
like when Mr. Oleo asks me if I want to see a movie.
"Okay,
but I want popcorn and we have to stop and get smokes and it better
not be too late and you're buying the ticket and can we not invite
Mitch and Laura...etc."
"Are
you going to Deadpool at 11:15? Re-mem-ber me to the crap-py friends
I have...they can stay the crap friends of thine..."
[8:25
AM] Mr. Blue:
Call
from agent “R. Goldberg”
[8:28
AM] Mr. Silver:
"We
could correct your issue with a simple reboot, but I have a 30 step
proposal I think you'll find amusing. We'll need a few items."
[8:42
AM] Mr. Silver:
So
the World Irish Dance championships... Seems like a no-brainer where
you'd host such a thing.
[8:42
AM] Mr. Blue:
Heheh
[8:42
AM] Mr. Silver:
Check
out the teeth in pic #1
Spovf
shhee tawks fvunny?
[8:44
AM] Mr. Blue:
When
did it turn into a Texas beauty pageant?
[8:45
AM] Mr. Silver:
Was
just wondering about that
There
are categories up to age 30 (when attempting to continue to do this
causes catastrophic injury and death)
Yet
we are treated to a creepy Lolita photo collection.
Too
bad...I usually love the eye candy of a properly dressed Irish
dancer.
"Irish
dancing was enjoyed by all from childhood to the grave...but then the
average Irish lifespan shifted waaay
longer."
The
comments are nasty
It
looks like the adults are dressing pretty trashy too now.
Morning
Ms. Rose, have a link...
[9:39
AM] Ms. Rose:
What
is with the super-fake blonde/black curls?
[9:53
AM] Mr. Silver:
As
for the fake curls, we were more wondering this: When did Irish
Dancing become a Texas Lolita pageant?
If
you couldn't qualify, you didn't get to put on your glitter and show
off for the crowd.
[9:58
AM] Ms. Rose:
Surely
not! I thought figure skating was nothing but bashing in your
opponent's knees.(Wow, I'm old.)
[9:58
AM] Mr. Silver:
But
that changed because of the popularity of the glitter show.
Irish
dancing really seems to have gone to Hell that direction.
[12:20
PM] Mr. Silver:
RE:
Mr. Mustard
He's
on medical leave, apparently
Odd
fellow. When he was new we were having some picnic day and he
asked if they were serving long pork. I knew the joke.
Been having cannibal quip exchanges ever since.
[11:53
AM] Mr. Munchkin:
:-?
[11:55
AM] Mr. Silver:
Funny
fellow... I always wondered if he was actually a closet cannibal and
thought I was too...or if he thought the same thing about me... or
was just another goofball with a running gag.
[11:56
AM] Mr. Munchkin:
I
think he likes pies too much to be a cannibal.
[11:56
AM] Mr. Silver:
Point
of order "Sweeney Todd"
[11:56
AM] Mr. Munchkin:
Ha
[11:58
AM] Mr. Silver:
"This
a pork pie?"
"Sure."
"I've
never heard of the New Guinea Pot Pie Co."
"I
order them special."
"Ah."
(great...now
I'm doing this with you...)
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