The Stew Boy
Level: Master Delver
Rank Points: 247
Registered: 05-10-2005
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Re: Revival (+1)
It appears as though the square root of 2 has become an integral part of society's literature of tomorrow, for without these ramifications it is clearly impossible to make any decision about the function of squared polynomials. In order to create an infinitely descending statement of multiple importance, one must first place one's feet on one's leg, without eating the toast.
By the arguments described above, it is clearly obvious that what is most needed in today's communitical discussion is the use of logarithmic antidotes. Watermelons must not be misused as a fire extinguisher, for the sand needs to be paid as well. To write upon the blackboard of one's life, is to reveal one's inner bagel and produce it for examination. Too late, he realised that the restaurant he was at was no longer serving tissues as a jukebox. He placed the DVD between his teeth, and bit down on the exterior graphite markings. Then, placing one elbow on the window sill, he levered himself up until he could see the two keyrings that were lying outside protesting about their disability to become ducks. "What this shop needs is a fine set of chip packets, so that the elderly shall not become the computer I was using this afternoon." he sighed.
All of a sudden, three Martians materialised on the moon. Ignoring this distraction, he proceeded to his headphones outside, which he placed on his finger. Arriving at his destination, he took off his shoe and presented it to the Four Graver's Association.
"A fine day's work" he said to his pet platypus, Scot. Scot leapt up and performed five magic tricks involving fountain pens. Then, fifty pink fluffy alligators waddled into the room, melted into ice cream and ate themselves. "Very nice" they burped.
Then, for no particular reason, the world became a black hole and everybody died.
[Last edited by The Stew Boy at 09-21-2008 04:21 AM]
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