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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2010-01-17 00:35:00 | |
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| L'AUGHEX TWIN | |
| L'AUGHEX TWIN L'ELKTRONIC GIGDITAL MUS.IC M.IRCROCROSMRIC SPINDLE, D.I.GG MY SPIRAL, &C. &C. F.1NK R.BTC 2@1.L1 ___-- KLR1. B.URN AFTER READING. | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2010-01-09 23:38:00 | |
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| dex morkley | |
| so i was scramblin' 'bout lizzardule when me pancreas gave out. the season being that of pine noses, i was facing an acute sensation pertaining to the number of pigeons currently roosting on the lourve. elves obligated me to explain myself to the vending machines; i kind of felt bad for the poor bastards anyways. who was lord kelvin to krpppt? in any case, the aforementioned acute sensation was causing discrete shifts in my tangibility matrix. i'd properly calibrated column A2 the previous night, but now it was coming rather unwound. i stroked the tuning peg gently and called it pet names. i concentrated on the image of a hip flask, lit a match, and that was all she wrote -- the hippo was robotic. little man inside working it. you never know when wildlife is really robotic. more to come when it comes. | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2010-01-09 23:26:00 | |
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| 99QQQQQQ | |
| MULTI-DECIMAL EXPANSION EMERGENCY. HUMOROUS SIBOBORGAN TRANSPORTED TO LIPOSUCTION CLINIC. DOCTORED FETUS DISQUALIFIED FROM SKEEBALL. TUBULAR SKIRT DISCOUNTED AT GREAT PERIL TO MANKIND. SYNTHISIZED CUSTARD DECLARED CAVALIER. MELLON-BRIMMED HATS SEQUESTERED. | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2010-01-09 22:45:00 | |
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| norma's pudding | |
| oh, really. it's got that thudd, darling. i simply can't combine. chaltruz, you know, whatever. her chestice was magical. simply lemon. she had that mindset, you know, like an open room with white at the top opening up into the heavens. good thing we bought suitcases at the mall. tubular larbinicide of the carbonated derangement cyclitude excrosting lint filters. formodynastic implements of the fullbright sail coalition. de-elkining monastic lerfarygo of the id. anyways, i've got to go, doomits is on. | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2010-01-09 20:19:00 | |
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| ALWAYS REMEMBER~! | |
| ALWAYS REMEMBER: you can't have q without u, because the letter q is just an abstract concept that can't exist outside a conscious mind. | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2010-01-08 18:36:00 | |
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| Prelude to the mycelium crisis. | |
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ï¼’ï¼ï¼‘ï¼å¹´ï¼ï¼‘月ï¼ï¼”æ—¥ I seriously need those Russian teacakes back as soon as you're done with them. I just want you to know that we are dealing with some very disturbed individuals. |
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| Posted by Atomdrache @ 2010-01-04 23:21:00 | |
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| everybody stretch 'n' wiggle | |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2010-01-03 14:02:00 | |
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| u step u die | |
| don't take that tone with me -- i know kung fu. you know, tae kwon doe. drunken boxing. i know how to eff u up. don't make me bust u up man. i got a lamp. i know serious kicking maneuvers. even your boogers will hurt. i got sharp fingernails -- pierced piercings, tattooed tattoos. i got legit that won't quit. u gonna get schooled. tank your buritos to the cashup counter, 'cuz ur dun 4. eye will squash u like the fly u r. i will snap ur back liek a toothpick. my boss is the best. i know sendmail technique. your kung fu no good. my style is the best. u goin down. u goin down even faster than ur mom. u goin down faster than a microwave in an amish household. sinkin like a lead hat in a fishing pond. proper banjo'd m8. befukqt. in short, you're | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2010-01-03 11:49:00 | |
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| diddy sandwich | |
| no, don't want that walrus. f5 again, this time i get the delightful tones of an iced skyneedle. did i ever mention that i once dropped an F-Bomb on public FM radio? i don't think the FCC ever found out. don't tell them, they might come arrest me, and i'm hungry. i'd eat my sandwich now, but it's still in the tin foil and kind of cold. sandwiches are strange like that -- a sandwich acquires a certain pizazz after it's been out of the fridge all day, hiding in your lunch pale... a flavor of wisdom and experience. in the refridgerator, the sandwhich is in stasis... but once outside, the sandwhich slowly whithers away. it starts to experience death, and consequently life. i briefly considered microwaving the sandwich to short-circuit the process, but something tells me the results won't be palatable. there is something similar going on with ketchup -- ketchup from a newly-opened bottle of ketchup tastes different from a been-open-a-while bottle of ketchup. restaurant ketchups have a similar distinctive taste -- i could pick all three out blind, i swear. for this reason, yugo labs is in the market for a qualified biochemist. we need answers, understanding. call extension 1210 and ask for sandwich. | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2010-01-03 09:07:00 | |
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| welcome to post no. 3247 | |
| this post has elegant oak paneling carved by master craftsmen in some amish-esque corner of vermont. accents of lemon and teak space out lush oaktonez. there is a telephone mounted on the west wall, in case of emergencies. it is red. the floor is also wood, kind of dancehall-esque, you know that kinda zigzaggy pattern they do. there is a stately looking couch by the north wall, red leather with old-skool rivets. a three-legged footstool is in front of the couch, and on the footstool are three kernels of corn. there is a quarter slot in the wall. putting in quarters elicits no discernable results. this post is a part of the Riced Out Yugo "room in a post" series. | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2010-01-03 08:59:00 | |
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| obama consciousness fractal | |
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imagine, if you will, barack obama using his blackberry. then imagine that, as he does this, barack obama imagines barack obama using his blackbery. then, if you will, imagine that this barack obama that your imaginary barack obama is imagining is imagining barack obama using a blackberry. at this point, the fractal nature of consciousness starts to become apparent. i can endlessly iterate down a stream of barack obama using blackberries, but i can't keep more than two or three layers in my mind at once. at some point, the impulse is overwhelming, i must step back and take note that it's barack obamas using blackberries all the way down. only then do i notice the doorknob behind obama in this series of obamas. what is behind the door? i imagine there could be all sorts of fancy colors and abstract patterns. but, of course, there also might be barack obama using his blackberry in front of a door, behind the door. watch and learn. |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2010-01-03 08:44:00 | |
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| swing set assembly instructions | |
| pierscnetta is step1 and danny glover and furious elfman come upcross the sidelines to pummel the anterior delight access port. step 2 is to apply the pliers, second ratchet setting, across the nipples of of the josephene battery. failing that, amputated monkies will hide in the folds of elvis's fat. step 3 is to wine and dine a spunky, up-and-coming burrito from the projects, only to have the relationship tragically cut short due to a misrouted truck full of limes. congratulations, you should now be the owner of a deluxe swingset. | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2010-01-03 08:04:00 | |
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| the full 1024bit skinny | |
| klots of ppl ask, how do u do ur tracks. well, ill tell you something about it. when a man loves a synthesizer very much, things strt to smell a curtain whey. when you combine this with the currnt generation of synthesis technology, you cnt help but take off your clothes and gamble. i have foundm, on tussin, i prefer saying whatever comes to mind into a mouthful of fx. yamaha fm goes fart fart and the sh101 just rips some synthz, i release these tracks under my arch-name "[TOP SECRET, CLASSIFIED, DELETED FUNDER THREAT OF THROAT LACERATION]". and that's how | |
| Posted by Richard D. James @ 2010-01-02 08:24:00 | |
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| THIS MESSAGE HAS BEEN DECODED AT GREAT TIME/EXPENSE TO THE YUGO | |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2010-01-02 07:38:00 | |
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| this just in | |
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telescoping stroboscoping microsoft entreprmanure facing extreme strobing |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2009-12-31 04:13:00 | |
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| so last nite | |
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i was swinging down to the yorkshire 54. my disco suit was in full aflutter, bottoms belling as i stepped over cracks on the sidewalk. my steps were dramatic, sweeping forwards and practically pulling the sidewalk to my klopptroppers. my hip flask was freshly replentished, and i'd just had a meal so spicy my tounge was red-shifting. what's more, shit was a-strobin', flashflashflash, and that's when the good shit goes down.
so i got to yorkshire 54, and atomic lou was fat-elbowing it outside the velvet ropes. "'sup," i said, "'sup" atomic lou said. i started to slip him a crisp $27 bill, but then things went wrong -- his head opened like a stringy meat hatch, skull hinging off to the side as three little tentacle aliens made a break for it. one was coming right at me. i broke for the club entrance, figuring this was my chance to get in without greasing the doorman for once. i figured correctly. once inside, i headed towards the bar, and ordered a vial of chutzpah. i noticed creepy ling was fat-shouldering it on the bar. after quaffing my vial, i sauntered over. "'sup" i said, "'sup" creepy ling said. i started to slip him a crisp $42 bill, but then things went wrong -- he exploded like a microwaved pinata, bags of nougat flying out like candy. one was coming right at me. i caught it and pocketed it, figuring this was my chance to get nougat for free. i figured correctly. cruisin' on nougat, i slammed the dankmobile into high gear. i was heading over to the east side, which was just east of the the west side. sliding up onto the curb, i noticed harrison ford was sitting on a tree stump. i sauntered over. "'sup" i said, "'sup" harrison ford said. i started to slip him a crisp $64 bill, but then things went wrong -- "what the fuck is that for??" he asked. "dunno mang, just going with the flow." i put the money away. "say," harrison ford said, "you wouldn't happen to have any nougat, would you?" i smiled. "ya mang." i said. i figured this was my big chance to enjoy nougat with harrison ford. i figured correctly. |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2009-12-28 01:00:00 | |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2009-12-28 00:33:00 | |
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| u evar operate on a pharmazito? | |
| u evar operate on a pharmazito? or any other sort of mosquito? | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2009-12-27 20:53:00 | |
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| dangload | |
| hiking up my temples, living out of a laundry basket, weaving it down, chasing the chaser, frosting the caker, declaring war on the quaker. nonexistant girl invites me to the laker. don't miss the boat. get off the boat. don't miss mit. doo-wop hyphens -- because that's me: trampling through the tumblers, jamming out of a jam, stitching it up, greeting the meeter, watering the fish, incinerating the incinerator. got dang | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2009-12-26 15:51:00 | |
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