Mountain Time 523: Gumbo Wastes No Time on Mars
Jan15
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Oh wow, Mr Football Pants strikes again. Im fairly sure that he would have the alignment of True Neutral, with a +1 to suitcase related hypnotism. And they are probably not even 100% lid. What am I saying. Isn’t that breach of copyright from The Zap Gun? Although Philip Dick isn’t really in any position to be complaining. I’ve never actually read the book, and im assuming that you have, so, yeah, was it actually Jars inc, or was it something else? Millenium hand and shrimp.
I can’t wait for that ramble of backstory/reasoning in which the “bad guy” explains himself while the “good guy” just hits the fan.
What are your favourite quantities to get things in? Mines 1.
I really like Mr Football Pants. Is he from ‘The Zap Gun’ PKD? “Im am an ID!” Shouted the ethnic product who was being sold by the ethic man to the Namibian Mafia… The mafia definetely needed this ID as their daughter wanted to marry a whale while he wanted her to marry a cephlapod. The agora phobic hamster made his appearance for the first time and said, What about mammals? But this was with no speech marks because he is TELEPATHIC (either that or the writer couldn’t be bothered writing it in). The reader was really ugly and was reading this far too slowly and I could see that they weren’t very intelligent and not even using drugs, the pussies. The reader was very stupid. And having a terrible sex life. And CONDORS. The onion looked rather slim as he cast a regretful eye on the retirement home and turned around. With a ninja sword in his hand and prepared bracing his already steeled mind for the most dan- FUCK YOU! Lenny the fuck you zebra kicked his old body across the room. In this story, believe it or not, you ugly sack of pus, Hitler is the good guy. And the bad guy is…….. NIPPLES (oh wait that hasn’t been written yet, I’ll have to make another one) Fifteen minutes later…. (Well, we’ve decided that it will be okay so I’ll continue) Hitler (HEY HE’S NOT A PEDO NATHAN (He’s one of the other writers)) sat on one of the benches and passionately watched his children play among the playground and the other children in Buttel Island megamall.org.uk.au.nz.us.xxx.666.hvn. They still all had passionate dreams about what they would do later on in their lives and they were sll smiling, petting puppies and kittens. They wer eliterally made of sugar. Baby hamster approached Hitler to offer him some flowers when FUCK YOU! Lenny the fuck you zebra kicked all the little children crunching his hooves iNto their FACES!!!!! YEAH! One last baby Mr Bleep was standing alive when deux ex machina literally happened and God brought him out of the way in a chariot. Then god ate him. Thomas Fenner appeared in the chariot of the Gods after spoilers probably and decided what he had to do. Two hours later after saving the world from Raghav, the eldritch abomination, he returned to heaven. A donkey eating figs appeared and said to Thomas that he would not get this stealth pun/ foreshadowing. But, unfortunately, because he was very genre savvy, he knew that he was going to die. (Because those genre savvy chaps in horror movies always die.) So then he pretended to be not genre savvy, by going to a graveyard at night alone. But he was being genre savvy to be not genre savvy so he was killed by the author. The author then decided that that would be a fitting fourth wall break to end the paragraph.
Gandalf: Yeah, he’s gotta be true neutral, unless he’s lawfully aligned to sales? Either way, he’s got a massive charisma stat. And it’s actually “Mr. Lars, Inc.,” not “Jars, Inc.,” but I didn’t know that when I wrote the review. (Actually, my guess was that it was “Wars, Inc.”)
I like things in multiples of six.
Fenner: Hold on — I’ve gotta find my special glasses that add paragraph breaks to things.
i haet those jars with the lids that come apart into two pieces
i realize why they exist, but what it ends up meaning is you take the lid off thinking it’s one piece, then you handle it by the middle and it pops out
I was thinking mars inc, but that was far to predictable to actually be correct. Hahaha… Mr “bleep”. wink wink.