Archive for the ‘stupidly named entities’ Category
Tuesday, May 5th, 2009
Every 15 minutes my pouch goes to sleep. I have to pull any sinew to restore my pouch.
Plutarch VII, and Hibrenious 6, cattle ranchers, Appalachian howdy-boys, cavaliers, and makers of fine filth, accustomed to veering off road in tiny fire-truck. Writing on the pouch and pouch energy in 1968, 1393 and 1432, specified certain aero-magnetic properties such that the pouch energy components could be guessed using mathematical symbols, and the application of the science of logic.
Only later, in 1948, did Rolff Frundienne capture the actual pouch energy coming to rest, and gave this time-frame a name, 15 minutes. Clocks were built around the number 4 and 15 minutes, thus 60 minute hours, 60 hour days, 60 day years, and 60 year seconds, and 60 seconds per 3 minutes.
I tried to disable pouch-saving mode, and used three arms up in the process.
Vomited also.
N’o O mitted vomit ed.
Tags: 15, 4, 60, components, lack of ommission with regard to vomiting, not ommitting vomiting, pouch, pouch-saving mode, time
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Wednesday, April 23rd, 2008
Fans of Sunday evening television programs will be pleased to know that Vorax and Frank makes its season premier at 9:30pm. This marks a return after a long hiatus, due to several cast members having multiple fractured skulls, in as many as three cities. Charles Winpead of Sjackl Entertainment Inc. speculated on the much hyped series return.
“The actors were starving when production began in Bulgaria, and they weren’t fed for three days, but the directors and the producer knew what they were doing. The two-hour series premier is the greatest episode yet, and perhaps the greatest episode of any show ever. It is much better than the rest of the season but you’ll watch anyway.”
Of note, Vorax will sport a knew haircut, and Frank has a new pet kitten. The series is expected to be canceled after only a few airings but fans are certain that a DVD will be released later.
Tags: bean bags, Goofin, helmet, madness, placards, special, television, Vorax and Frank
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Monday, April 21st, 2008
America Shits on You is a new series hosted by Mr. Doctor Gohokibb Fhiendishead, ESQ, where random people are pulled off the streets near the studio, {{ brought on stage, humiliated, tortured, and shat on, literally, by audience members, }} many of whom are visiting this country on vacation. Sometimes the audience members will be tricked into torturing themselves. The program is sponsored by Asphyxiated Glove Corp. and produced by Gilbert Frederick Beamis, III, known for his successful comedies such as Vorax and Frank.
Tags: amazing, beamis, buh, cosmetics, god bless her soul, hammocks, monstrosity, pathetic, ridiculous, stupid, television
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Tuesday, October 30th, 2007
The Mr. Magoo universe is a horrific nightmare world of tension and confusion – I have literally had this nightmare innumerable times in my life. He is not a whimsical bumbling man so much as he is the embodiment of helpless confusion – complete lose of control and ability to reason clearly. The Magoo universe spins around him in chaotic shapes, blurs of neutral colors, and inane random sounds. Anxiety sings off the tightly wound string of tension which runs through every second of a Magoo cartoon. If one probes deeply enough, it becomes apparent that no joy, even intellectual, can be derived from a Magoo experience. Only pain and transformative regression of mind, soul, and character. It is equivalent to illegal military torture techniques in the guise of whimsical, inane entertainment.
On the other hand, the much maligned Gilligan’s Island is a pure fantasy representing the shimmering confounding world where randomness merges with comic genius. The old argument is that is becomes frustrating for the viewer to watch as they repeated fail to leave the island, but I now present to you the thinly veiled secret of Gilligan’s Island that makes me love it so much. They don’t want to leave the island. Duh! Let’s take a look into this speculation.
Gilligan and the Skipper have essentially nothing going on for them in civilization. They share a passion for maritime of ‘yore, but are a resigned to take pathetic tourists out for quick tours, make some cash, and then spend another night throwing darts and drinking beer at Anna’s (my favorite Honolulu bar.) The Island represents both adventure and escape from the mundane. The Professor is an average a academic with higher asperations. Reduced to teaching 5 courses a semester for uninterested students, his life lacks meaning. On the Island, however, he is the greatest thinker and the most knowledgable. He is free to research and develop whatever technology pleases him and constantly challanged by the limited resources. How could he go back? Marie Ann lived in a small community of likely ordinary boring people with little to do but work. The Island is almost indistinguishable from her home life except that the population is undoubtedly more interesting. In fact, back in her country home, she no doubt pined away for an exciting life. Ginger is a aging beauty queen who no longer has to age before society, star in b-movies as she fades without dignity into nothingness. On the Island, she remains the most beautiful, glamorous star, around people who do not care about her celebrity but accept her unconditionally. Mr. and Mrs. Howell too have lived under intense pressure and scrutiny. They’re rich but everyone around they is vying for their money. On the Island, they remain the richest, most affluent and cultured people, but escape the trappings of money. Thurston’s teddy bear symbolizes his desire to return to simpler times but greed and propriety had kept him from being at peace, until they are stranded on the Island. They can flaunt their money for fun but it isn’t a big deal.
In short, in their small world, each one of them is the best at what they do, rather merely than a stereotype, fulfilling a need for the group and satisfying their own self esteem. They are loved unconditionally and live in luxury. If any one of them were stranded alone, they would desperately seek return to civilization, but the juxtaposition of their talents and circumstances has created a utopia unadulterated and fantastical – a dream come true.
Tags: Argument, Chaos, Debate, Gilligan's Island, Juvinile, madness, Mr Magoo, Utopia, Whack Yo
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Friday, October 26th, 2007
March 32nd, 2009 Harvest Tempest Galacton Underground Cave System Inc. is proud to sponsor this year’s 82nd Cs-Molcolm Food Drive to support Nov 5th’s Big Annual First Event Episode 10 of Ancient Father Gatherer Society This Year’s Gathering.
It is believed that today the children of tomorrow are lacking in Father relations with a strong upmark in downswing feeling trend to describes the expression faces sad mostly in children under 9 – 15.
{ Many of these children, they shit their pants. }
Ancient Fathers however has access to nothing and lived mainly with their balls against the balls of their fathers and their children’s fathers. They wore dirty naked outfits and hunted all day with their sons and sometimes they ate raw flesh huddled together breathing blood. The bond they shared was impressive even to them and today cannot be replicated without strong time in therapy and long heavy 14 step program association.
The heavy metal concert will mark the first time anyone has celebrated Ancient Father Gatherer Society Gathering.
Tags: Ancient Fathers, Blood Breathing Best Practices, Hunting, Modern Society Breaks Down, Replication, Therapy
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Friday, October 26th, 2007
2007 Ends with the keynote speaker’s address before 7,018 ticket-holders at the venerable Oopchon Head Center (OCHCC)
Astounded onlookers gasped with jaws totally alligatored to the underparts as explanation taken place in front them cause jammies all zozy pantings.
Experts claim this month alone 788,013TB Turtles will be converted which was one of the issues taken up by Pontalahloon.
Tags: Aristotle, Oppchon Head Center, Pontalahloon, Turtle Conversion
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Tuesday, October 16th, 2007
In conversation with the Wyzard this afternoon, it became apparent that each of us needs to obtain extraordinarily large sums of money. Ideally, we would obtain this vast resource of readily-accessible funds very quickly.
There is really only one thing we can do, and so I went back to my lab and began composing a chemical medley which, obviously, will solve all of our problems.
We need to travel to the spirit realm, in the plane of the witch’s sabbath. And we must be go in the countenance of animal beastlings. The unguent which I prepared following ancient scrolls, employing Jimson Weed, Belladonna, and Wolfsbane in a base of human fat taken from the fresh corpse of an unbaptized child – among other things – will induce our voyage by 1) transporting us through the membrane of reality 2) transforming our bodies into a leopard and a goat, respectively, & 3) granting us the power of flight.
We will fly northeasterly and upward – beyond the fields where witches dance with demons – high above the Goobley Mountains – & finally – descend into Hopgotch Bog, submerging ourselves up to our animal necks in thick goo. With our bodies thusly immobile, we shall begin to scrye approximately 19 future Mega Millions lottery numbers resulting in single winners.
We will slowly sink below the murky slime, and lose consciousness. When the ointment is used up, we will move backward through the membrane of reality, and must quickly rouse ourselves in order to record the winning lotto numbers before they disappear from our memories.
Then we must play all 19 lottery numbers each week until each of us, and all of our friends and family, each, in turn, wins so much money.
Tags: animal transformation, belladonna, bog, demons, desperation, drugs, halluciantions, jimson weed, lottery, mushmouth, ointment, sabbath, spellcraft, uguent, winning numbers, witches
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Tuesday, October 9th, 2007
So I am fucking angry and feel manipulated and ping-ponged the fuck around. I’m my own emotions. My experiences have led me to disbelieve my own mind and my own feelings – wherever any difference occurs then I no longer trust the difference. XHD is the new Extreme Human Death. Extensible Human Death. Either way, you know, I lack fundamental ‘death resolution skills.’
The Hand of Death is a cult I created with no members in approximately 1999, in Brooklyn – and that doesn’t matter at all. It’s a fucking detail so whatever. It could be a lie, I am just trying to figure out what has happened. I said ‘approximately’ so let it go. The proper sequence is: Orator -> “The Hand of Death” with hand raised before the fools. “Succumb, Die.” There is no response. Only submission to idiocy and lies. I’m the liar and I tell nothing but truth so fuck me and fuck everything. Some experts describe this as “pointless”.
But my anger, frustration, baby-like-emotions, and subsequent hysterical crying results in nothing – washed away in the wave-like pervasiveness of atheism in marketing. Need a prescription with side-effects? No? Well, there’s no God so take the fucking pills and die already. Old, lonely and need a motorized chair? Yes? Fuck you, there is no god and there is no afterlife. Buy our product you desparate asshole! It is called
‘the dilution of consequences in favor of immediate gratification’
I subscribe to it in the form of binge eating, finger chewing, and ball slapping. I’m a hypocrate too, so fuck it all. Bosko is my goddamned hero because they thought they (the same) were raping him to make a buck but he stands as a testament to innocence so complete the assholes were innocent too and had no idea – they really thought they were badshit.
LSD changed all cartooning forever. Mostly from the viewpoint of people who never took LSD who confused creativity with artificial intoxication. They had never experienced creativity either. The result is that the blackfaced-minstrel’d anthropomorphic-animal obscurations in synchronized orchestrated-dancing insanity is gone forever and all we have now is the corpse of Grimace laying purple and bloated on the hog-soaked game-card-selling death-altar of background radiation.
I have a total lack of joy completely. Insane weekends open up the heart.
Tags: anger, atheism, Bosko, cartoon, Death Altar, god, hurt, Insanity, no joy, pain, rant, resolution skills, self-referencing irony, television
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Saturday, October 6th, 2007
In a precarious retard-eat-retard future land exists the hobo planet Orocklin. Long dwelling there are the homoless outerspace denizens sleeping on corners of the planet and wandering the four streets which go across this flat wyrlde.
Much is not known about Jaszofixorn but he came to Orocklin in disguise as a ferral shopping cart and later asserted himself as the big dangling testicle of the land, controller of the four streets, master of the ten corners. Then he disappeared. He has yet to return.
There are several shopping malls from a more profitable time, but now they sell soaking wet old books and stuffed animals for zero dollars and six drops of gorgone blood.
A telephone is located in the lobby of the mall on 1st Street across from the old invisible tape depot. An inter-planetary call costs one quarter for 10 minutes of space time.
An excellent bathroom is to be found in the middle of any road or forest area and the junkyard is especially nice for shitting.
Tags: bathroom locations, future, hobo, homeless, Joszafixorn, Orocklin, pants, public telephones, retard
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Thursday, October 4th, 2007
Josie Analcakes
Professional Boxlifter, Conglomerated Packaging Enterprises 1989 – 2005
Extreme Sr. Boxlifter, Premier Box Shipping and Industries Inc., 2005 – 2006
Unemployed, 2006 – Current Day, Illinois
Tags: junkie, mad pockets, ridiculous, sad story, stupid name
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