Snark this

[catling]

If we keep a chain going of snarking the snark, will we eventually end up in the snark version of Malkovichworld a la Being John Malkovich?

If a snark snarks in the snark, does any snark snark?

Snark you, you snarking snarks.

Comments

[cuddlycthulhu]

Ooh! Ooh! Fucia!

[atrocitease]

I call dibs on the dead smurf!

[cuddlycthulhu]

...do I even want to know what you're going to do with it?

[tehuti]

It's only creepy if it's past two hours...

[atrocitease]

I am going to do things that Gargamel was too afraid to even think about!

[catling]

Ah, Gargamel was a pussy. His cat, though... his cat was evil. In a good way.

Happy... uh... Smurfing. Just use enough lube, OK? Those pointy hats could be a leetle painful if you don't.

[atrocitease]

I am quite sure you are confused. Azrael is a cat and thus the pussy, Gargamel was a sorcerer. And I don't like the tone of your implication, I would never do such a sick and depraved thing with smurfs. That is what snorks are for, they come pre moistened for ease of entry.

[catling]

Twisted minds think alike!

[catling]

Uhh... we so don't want to ask what you're going to do with the Smurf, do we?

[atrocitease]

All I am saying is that it involves parsley, thyme, a pinch of saffron, goats blood and the eyes of ten thousand virgins slain at the foot of mount evil sounding name that will fill all who hear or read it with so much dread they will immediately die so instead people have to call it by this absurdly long name by way to explain it sufficiently to get the point across to those not immune to the dark arts of pure bad nastiness.

[catling]

Oh, that's so much more interesting and fun than what I thought you were up to. Never mind my one track mind... :)

[atrocitease]

Oh no, I don't mind your one track mind at all. Why don't you come with me to get the eyes from the mountain and tell me all about your one track mind. I need help carrying them all to the alter of the demon Bernard, ebil incarnate, junior assistant vice lord in training of heck, master of the narrow and shallow trench a child could hop over, keeper of the too poorly illuminated to read by without hurting your vision, ruler of the darned and patron of the slightly annoying poorly constructed lies that make you roll your eyes at the person who told it.

[catling]

Splendid, that sounds like my kind of caper. So there was this one time, in band camp... well, just ask Bernard, he was there, though he doesn't really like to talk about that. Demons don't like to admit it when they've gotten jiggy with a mortal, and that guy is a huge perv, the things he asked me to do to him with a Zucchini! Demons are so... flexible.

Lets see how long it takes for things to go too far.

[atrocitease]

I hate how is always asking to do that thing with his horn. He keeps making all kinds of promises to me hoping I will change my mind. I don't need eternal life, wealth, power, and women like I need a hole in my head.
But hey, on the off chance that you ever agree I call seconds.

[catling]

Is this some kind of veiled sex/masturbation reference? You kids and your wank slang, now we're choking the smurf? Mannnn... I am so out of the loop.

(And I liked cuddlycthulhu's answer to this one...heee!)