Jeepers Creepers
| Submitted by kathycf on Tue, 2017-10-31 03:09 | ||
It's that time of year again. Tricks and treats, witches and ghouls. Nothing to fear unless you eat...
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Anyone eating my brain will die of malnutrition
Traditional watching of The rocky horror picture show at midnight
Wow, I haven't seen that movie in about 10 years or so. It's fun.
As for brains, I think the zombie that approached me would be like "meh, I promised to give up junk-food".
I bet sig's brains would be good. Dwarf brains are usually nice and pickled from all that Dwarven ale.
As a test I ate my brains. Now I can not remember what I was trying to test or what the post was about.
So, how did you do it? Crack the skull like a boiled egg and then scoop out the brains with an ice cream scoop? Seems tricky to me, but I guess with persistence anything is possible. It seems similar to an incident that happened to me, but someone else wielded the ice cream scoop.
mmmm, ice cream...
Wait, what were we talking about? Something about model trains, right?
I used a straw up my nose and a sump pump. I think that is what powers model ice cream trains too.
Butt I can not be sure because what is left of my thinking organs I am sitting on.
I shook my head and a penny fell out so now I have no sense
No sense, huh. All of these puns will be the death of me! The Death!!! And then I will return from the grave and get myself some nice tasty modder's brains. Mmm, chewy.
Our brains might be chewy, but they contain no nourishment, every bit of a modder's brain is suffering the dry rot of insanity. One has to be insane to mod this game, but you already know that. Pun's are the coin of the realm not the map realm of kings. Both the Elven and Dwarven races use puns as protection from the younger races the human race being one such. According to humans the other is the rat race which they seem to always be chasing. Elves wonder why they never reach the end of the race. Dwarves believe it is because humans run about in several directions at once and just get lost. I suggested we put all these oddities into categories, but other elves want to know why I want to put these oddities into dead cats that have been flattened by some large monster. Yes there are two definitions for Cat a Gory. Cough Cough I seem to have a fur ball, give me a Cat-O-Tonic quick. Remember if your last name is recsic do not name your daughter Anna!!
In my country we have just been setting off explosions to celebrate the time someone was stopped from setting off an explosion. Go figure.
Guy Fawkes? I think setting off explosions makes about as much sense as making green bagels on St. Patrick's Day. I mean, bagels? Can't get more Irish than that...
I have given up trying to understand people and I hand wave everything now.
As for other celebrations that make total sense, the Rat Race is a relatively new celebration that originated in the early 20th century and takes place on January 15th. No one knows why January but w/e. Rat Race includes explosions, fireworks, green Jello "brains" and tons of cheese. And drinking. Lots and lots of drinking.
As for the actual racing, the rats are separated into pairs with one leg tied to the other and given teeny burlap sacks to run in. They are then thrown in a maze/box thingy and timed. The winners are given green cheese bits since the moon is made of green cheese. It's all true, I swear!