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Wiggum: Put out an APB on a Uosdwis R. Dewoh. Uh, better start with Greektown.

Friday: That's "Homer J. Simpson", Chief. You're reading it upside down.

Wiggum: Uh, cancel that APB. But, uh, bring back some of them, uh, gyros.

Friday: Uh, Chief? You're talking into your wallet.

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congratulations!! (edit: wait, i meant for father getting married)

 

so another car got broken into tonight. not mine, but still.

 

I GUESS YOU GET WHAT YOU PAY FOR. CHEAP APARTMENTS = NO SECURITY. SEVILLA APARTMENTS SUCKS FUCKING ASS. JESUS CHRIST THEIR INCOMPETENT. I HOPE THE PEOPLE THAT ARE PROFITING OFF OF THE LACK OF SECURITY GET INCURABLE HERPES AND THEIR SHIT FALLS OFF AND WITH NOTHING ELSE FOR THE HERPES TO INFEST, THEY GET HERPES ALL OVER THEIR BODIES AND ARE WALKING AROUND WITH FESTERING BOILS THAT WON'T GO AWAY AND NO ONE WANTS TO TOUCH THEM EVER AGAIN AND PEOPLE SHEILD THEIR CRYING CHILDREN FROM THE SCARY PEOPLE WITH THE GREEN AND YELLOW PUS-OOZING SORES.

That post had but a mere drop of the tone of venomous vengence of this classic scene:

 

Prince Humperdinck: First things first, to the death.

Westley: No. To the pain.

Prince Humperdinck: I don't think I'm quite familiar with that phrase.

Westley: I'll explain and I'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand, you warthog faced buffoon.

Prince Humperdinck: That may be the first time in my life a man has dared insult me.

Westley: It won't be the last. To the pain means the first thing you will lose will be your feet below the ankles. Then your hands at the wrists. Next your nose.

Prince Humperdinck: And then my tongue I suppose, I killed you too quickly the last time. A mistake I don't mean to duplicate tonight.

Westley: I wasn't finished. The next thing you will lose will be your left eye followed by your right.

Prince Humperdinck: And then my ears, I understand let's get on with it.

Westley: WRONG. Your ears you keep and I'll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, "Dear God! What is that thing," will echo in your perfect ears. That is what to the pain means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever.

Prince Humperdinck: I think your bluffing.

Westley: It's possible, Pig, I might be bluffing. It's conceivable, you miserable, vomitous mass, that I'm only lying here because I lack the strength to stand. But, then again... perhaps I have the strength after all.

[slowly rises and points sword directly at the prince]

Westley: DROP... YOUR... SWORD!

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fuck, there's a thread overdue for updating...

 

As someone who gets paid to do philosophy, I have to say that I have no favourite philosopher. Indeed, I consider asking about a favourite philosopher (as well as having one) the sign of a dilettante. If someone asked me who was my favourite philosopher I, probably, would also stumble (dumbfounded by the inaneness of the question) and then would try to end the conversation.
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(10) Ten let the countdown begin

(9) I was born in the mind

(8) Take the head of a snake

(7) Behold Armaggedeon

(6) Ain't no love for the rich

(5) Only strong will survive

(4) Cause we live by the sword

(3) Plus sixty degrees

(2) For the black and the blue

(1) For the sun.. step into millenium

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