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Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by theprawncracker, Oct 23, 2008.
Ah, Swiss... the holiest of cheeses. Praise gouda!
Another thing the Prawn can't do is to be out-punned. Or at least, he has a very hard time of it. I DID beat him ONCE... but only once. In about five years. He's ridiculously punny.
You are correct. I have been beaten once... on an off day. A holiday, actually. Because... I was off school. An off day.
Oh very off. I'm pretty sure you were in Florida. That... or my internet wasn't working. So I was off-line. And since I'm half you and you're half me, and I was offline, that makes you half offline, and... erm... Hang on, I left my calculator at school...
Wait, wait, wait... If I was in Florida and your internet didn't work... how in the heck did we possibly talk to each other? Also, when did I get a toupee?
Text message. Or a psychic connection. I can never remember which is which. And I don't know about the toupee... What's with the gold chain and the shirt cut to the navel?
...Dear gouda! I've become an aged pimp!
AHH! How did THAT happen? Have you been messing with the time machine again?
We're not supposed to talk about the time machine, remember? It'll remind people of that--...thing.
Right. That thing. We don't talk about that thing. But hey, I brought up cheese, so... I dunno. I guess I'm feeling risky tonight. You didn't let Gonzo tap into my half of the brain waves, did you?
I've got this strange urge to tap-dance in tapioca and marshmallows...
Ah, my devious ways... someday you'll learn not to leave your head open when you go to the bathroom.
Get it? Bathroom? Head? Ahhh!
With that joke, I'd better head for the exit. If only I could find that way, way out, way out.
Really, though. You'd think I'd have learned to lock my head after mind #3 wandered in... Although, maybe I was hoping he would leave.
Do you ever stop to wonder how much the people reading these muffinings actually understand? We toss around so many inside jokes and say so many strange, strange things... I often wonder how much they actually follow and how much they think is just us being whack jobs.
...To be fair, it is about 100% us being whack jobs.
...Prawnie... consider the forum we're posting on.
We're ALL whack jobs HERE!
Nuh uh! Not... not... well... There was that one guy! ...Wait, we ran him out for being too sane. ...Touche, Halfington, touche.
Wait, which one guy? Or was it one girl? Or maybe it was both. Wait, no... I'm thinking of Aunt DanDan. <attempts balancing a bagel on nose>
See? No ONE knows who Aunt DanDan is... except you, me, and that British guy who never comes here any more. What was his name? Scott? Kurt? Buntis?
We're all whackjobs? How'd that happen? When did we get jobs as whacks? And how much do these whacks pay us? I is needing the moneys okay.
*Leaves halves to keep muffining, coming back for the rare posting of actual story.
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