G'day mate OH JESUS YOU'RE TREPANNING ME WITH YOUR BIRDCOCK

Nov 11, 2005 21:12

I found today's Dinosaur Comics and Indie Tits to be very appropriate before the exam (what with the spinal transections and their relationship to stress, and the skullfucking of Australians and all ( Read more... )

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infamyanonymous November 11 2005, 13:34:22 UTC
Got attacked by the ducklings today. They tried to eat my jeans and my lunch. One of them tried to jump on me.
*dies from cuteness*

Saw a sign that read "Beer is proof God loves us and wants us to be happy".

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gyges_ring November 11 2005, 13:43:13 UTC
There were about 8 of them. They encircled me, and fought over crumbs, and picked at the edges of my jeans.

That's just like one of our RE teachers. According to him, God gave us alcohol so we could get drunk. Jesus' first miracle, by his interpretation, was creating alcohol so people could get really drunk and party.

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auntpol November 11 2005, 13:56:14 UTC
Can't you just imagine Dr. Tom covered in ducklings, and them attacking him all over, and trying to eat his hair? In my mind, there are hundreds of ducklings! Thousands! All attacking Dr. Tom!

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infamyanonymous November 11 2005, 13:59:33 UTC
Hey, I already died of cuteness. The idea of a thousand ducklings trying to be angry is too much.

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auntpol November 11 2005, 14:02:48 UTC
Rainbow coloured ducklings! A thousand rainbow coloured ducklings!!!

It's so very very very cute. Possibly the cutest thing ever, (possibly up there with pictures of Penny's kitties, and the voice that Corrin uses to talk to the little man in my head).

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auntpol November 13 2005, 08:10:27 UTC
Well, the little man in my head is more a game that Corrin and I play than a reality.

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infamyanonymous November 11 2005, 14:28:04 UTC
The little man in your head. Like Mr Bimble? Has yours been to the moon? Sorry, twice?

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auntpol November 13 2005, 08:09:45 UTC
I don't know about Mr. Bimble, but I once was talking to Corrin about how it's like there's another me in my head when I speak Italian. Like, a little man in my head.

At that point, Corrin opened my mouth, put on a funny voice and started saying "Hello? Hello? Is there anyone in there? Hello?".

He does it quite regularly now. I don't think that the little man has ever answered.

(He's also tried to find the little man by talking to him through my ear.)

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