The 516,649 post thread

[ParryRiposte]

*the ground splits open and swallows PR up*

[the maple epee]

*Maple follows PR into the split in the ground*

PR? What is this? We should go back! The spanikopita will be cooked by now!

[ParryRiposte]

In sanctified chalk
of my silver painted soot
In criss-crossing whelps
of my black belching smoke
In brass masking bones
of my bass droning moans
in hub cap bellow
of my hammer tap blow...

*sits down and falls asleep*

[the maple epee]

Oh jesus CHRIST! What are you doing?!?
*faints*

[ParryRiposte]

*hovers next to the scrambling manifestation* This, of course is surreal land. Care for a thimbleful of reverbrating gaskets?

[the maple epee]

I would gladly lick the rotator cuff. Thank you! And would you care for a senile kumquat that has recently emerged from the orifice of Spiro Agnew?

[ParryRiposte]

If you want to trebuchet groupies, you'll need to go joyriding in an angel. Is it true that you get eaten by gay paperweights? *cures cancer with a drag-queen*

[the maple epee]

The moping pundits are my friends. I will hark the coming dildo. A tooth to taste?

[ParryRiposte]

A party wagon seals the cockney quill pen, of course! But will Okinawan blasphemers call amusing moon rocks without my cheque guarantee card?

[the maple epee]

The frumpy goose down marmalade leaves a trail of pustulent
walki-talkies in the jell-o.

[ParryRiposte]

*points* Look! Heartless love poems! Billions of them! All of them eidetic! I was squishy in the haze of a saturated strange object, but heaven knows I'm stranded now... time to go back up to the penthouse! *vaporises*

[SFfencer]

*ding-dong, ding-dong(doorbell)*
*knock, knock, knock*
Hey, it's SF, I brought the keg.
*goes inside the penthouse*
Sorry I'm late, I was at a foil tournament.

[the maple epee]

Ahhh! SF. Good ta see you. You can put that down right over there. Bite to eat? The spanikopita should be done anytime now.

[ParryRiposte]

Okay then, where'd monk and lemur go? I still need someone to beat up and to be amazed at. *unconcious Argentinian falls through the roof*

[the maple epee]

Why did an unconcious Argentinian just fall through the roof?
*Unconcious Argentinian stirs*

[fences_like_a_lemur]

*bursts into Penthouse*

How come everyone was concered about SF? ...and Rabid Monk? Did anyone care that I was out on a date with my Magic 8 Ball? Hmm?

...you know guys, I think I have deja vu, I remembered having a armed gunman come here, and then killing Maple...but how is he alive now?

...Maple?

[the maple epee]

Long story Lemur. Involves a time machine. Care to stay for dinner?
An unconcious Argentinian just dropped through the ceiling, but I think we can sort it out. Guinness? Boujolais?

[ParryRiposte]

*bursts into Penthouse*

How come everyone was concered about SF? ...and Rabid Monk? Did anyone care that I was out on a date with my Magic 8 Ball? Hmm?

Yay! You're back! I was worried about you! Now even more so... why don't you come sit down next to me and we can talk about this 8 Ball thing...

Maple, do you have any yellow tail merlot? Bring a bottle or two, I think the Argentinian is starting to come round... any idea what the heck he is doing here?

[SFfencer]

*the Argentinian happened to be a political refugee, and had been pushed out of a plane*
*and he doesn't speak english*


(woot 200th post)

[ParryRiposte]

Maybe if we taze him enough we'll scare him into speaking English. Here, let's test it to make sure it's working. *tazes SF*

Whoa! I didn't notice I'd hit 4000... maybe this calls for some more beer?