Only if he passes them through his "Stealth Socks" (patent pending) First, otherwise he will simply end up tying himself into 'knots' and need a 'knot theorist' to release him, (VEEEeeeery expensive, I hear, "tres Cher" $$$$$$$$Bigtime)Originally posted by zoobyshoe
Your average topologist wearing a vest and a coat on top of it can perform maneuvers to remove the vest without first removing the coat. That being the case, can he also remove his underwear without first removing his pants?
I met one of each once, and there was a difference, yes. Can't think now what it was, though.I invented the following word recently, please provide a definition: squigifferousOriginally pasteured by Mr. Robin Parsons direct from the mother cowIs there really a difference between a "Not Theoretician" and a "Knot Theorist"?
Invented? HA! what a joke! invented?! (NOT!) it is one of the phylum of various marine cephalopod mollusks of the genus Loligo (..and related genera) hence it is of the "Squid Family", just that this particular type of squid tends towards a diet heavy in Iron (pardon the pun) and as such has a tendancey (But only a tendancy) to produce ink that is saturated with that iron content and as a result of that, it's "Ink Stream" defence tactic has evolved into a "Squiggly Squirt" from the more normal and common straight ink jet squirt.Originally posted by a verbose zoobyshoe
I invented the following word recently, please provide a definition: squigifferous
This would be an item you'd search for at an antique store. They were handcrafted in Japan between 1901 when this species of squid was first being farmed for its ink, and 1955 when the Squiggiferous Ink Squid Blight took its toll on the Japanese squid farms devestating the population of this handy beast. Now this begs the question of, what, really, is the proper remover for the ink of the squid in quetion? (I don't mean the cheap kind that also removes the skin.)Originally posted by Mr. Robin Parsons who, it seems, has once again broken into someone's house after dark to use their computer, and who had me going for a second there, actually checking the Webster's to see if such a word already existed, and who must be congratulated on his excellent pseudo-denotation (detonation?) of this neologismNow this begs the question of, just where does one go to acquire the "Squigifferous Ink Pen Set"?
Pssssssst zoob it's got iron in it, use the magnet!Originally posted by an obviously over-tired, and stressed out man, working way to hard at whatever he is doing, as it is all to clear that he is in need of a rest...need proof? read the responce! zoobyshoe
Now this begs the question of, what, really, is the proper remover for the ink of the squid in quetion? (I don't mean the cheap kind that also removes the skin.)
Cssszzz xncnmmmmmmmmmm mllllllyyyOgrinlltti opsoesd yb Mr. Robin Parsons Why is it always when you need to recall something, and you are really really tired, you can't?
ABSOLUTELY! ...and I have to tell you! I don't think(!) that I have, ever, in the entirety of my living! have I heard it stated better!Originally posted by zoobyshoe
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What was meant was that the tarnish on your reputation was supposed to have been shoe polish; your reputation was meant to have been polished to a lustrous shine, at the zoo, by 'Shoe".Originally posted by that well-known bearded, fugitive who was recently pulled from a hidey-hole in the floor of a Kingston Public Library, Mr. Robin Parsons Aside from that tarnish on my reputation, what else was inferred by that eloquent statement of the (I finally figured it out) Takeoff from the comic strip Shoe, Titled 'Zoo'? (hence we have the sematic strip "Zoo" by this guy in the strip 'Shoe')
Come on now, (way to easy) the number of mehcanics that must have been working on your car, for the bill to have achieved that need of Exponentiation!Originally posted by zoobyshoe
For Quetion, see post by WasteofO2 above.
Fewer, normally, than the number of light bulbs it takes to change a mechanic.Who do you turn to if the mail order bride you recently ordered from Minnesota, and who you have discovered by E-Mail and phone to be an attractive, scintillating personage, reveals that she will be arriving to live with you soon, but that, due to her membership in the Church of Bod Dob, The Pallindrome Boy and manager of the shipping department at a wearhouse near you, the wedding must be delayed for 32 years, six months, four days and three hours, in observance of the Pallindromic Retrogression, and that there will be no premarital sex?Originally posted by Mr. Robin Parsons While working on a car, how many mechanics does it take to "Change the light bulb(s)"??
Llac Dod Bob gnikaeps drawkcab, esrever !gnihtyreve, And have some really good Sex!Originally posted by zoobyshoe
Who do you turn to if the mail order bride you recently ordered from Minnesota, and who you have discovered by E-Mail and phone to be an attractive, scintillating personage, reveals that she will be arriving to live with you soon, but that, due to her membership in the Church of Bod Dob, The Pallindrome Boy and manager of the shipping department at a wearhouse near you, the wedding must be delayed for 32 years, six months, four days and three hours, in observance of the Pallindromic Retrogression, and that there will be no premarital sex?
"Who do you turn to if..." is not the same as "What do you do if..." but, even if it were, it's stupid enough to be a stupid quetion.Should the marriage be performed by:Originally posted by Mr. Robin Parsons Does it really qualify as a "Stupid Quetion" if/when you ask it in the "What do you do if..." form? {but not in the forum, but the form, you know foaming, oops I mean... yikes! )
Originally posted by climbhi
Woohoo, a brand new forum to post in! Just thought it didn't feel quite right without this here. So in the tradition of PF 2.0 ask a stupid "quetion" and get a stupid answer back.
So to begin... How long do you think it takes to reach a 1000 posts in this topic again?
By a practising Doctor, Who has Religious training, that he acquired in his evenings off from Drama University, where he successfully portrayed that most mfamous on characters known to humaity, "The Cat in the Zoob" (Dr. Shooosh I suspect) but only if it is done in the truest form of the Zoobonian traditions that requires the participant Bride/Groom to...well it is Indescribable (you need to see it) so we will save some of the "possible descriptors" till later...Originally posted by zoobyshoe
Should the marriage be performed by:
1.) A psychiatrist
2.) An Exorcist
3.) Zooby, the cat.
?
P.S. What's the question?Originally posted by timejim
Is a turtle really safer when he withdraws into his shell? Well, they really are safer inside there shells so it's a "moot point" question, congrat's![/color]
If not, then WHY? See above[/color]
Should a nuclear war happen, how many souls would perish while stopped at a traffic light? What color is the traffic light? you forgot the color of the traffic light!, how the heck can anyone answer any question (like that!) without the color of the traffic light(!) included in the question?[/color]
The answer is contingent upon many factors: the state of the gravity at the time in question, how much helium has been inhaled, who is in office, does it come with corn-on-the-cob or cole slaw, and many other variables uncertain.Let's propose the following scenario: the fruit is polished, everything in SR and GR has been indisputably proven true, Homer's Odessy is lying open on the table at page 167, the butler passed away of a heart attack the night before, but no one realizes it yet, there is no music playing, there's plenty of toilet paper in all the stalls, and three students of Chaos Theory in three separate North American locations simultaneously forget their own E-Mail adresses? What do you suppose?Originally posted by Mr. Robin Parsons ...But right now, we need! to know...Will he?
Well while "sup-posing" I have this tendency to want to lie down, as it is in a supine position that 'posing' is accomplished for the longest duration of the increment of the needed restitutional perception that "Rights" the 'right' that has been not offended at the imposition of the perenial estimation of the lacking nessesity (that wasn't offered) while it's procurement was availed to the awaiting departed inasmuch as it all went really, really well!Originally posted by zoobyshoe
Let's propose the following scenario: the fruit is polished, everything in SR and GR has been indisputably proven true, Homer's Odessy is lying open on the table at page 167, the butler passed away of a heart attack the night before, but no one realizes it yet, there is no music playing, there's plenty of toilet paper in all the stalls, and three students of Chaos Theory in three separate North American locations simultaneously forget their own E-Mail adresses? What do you suppose?
I do think, yes. Thinking is pretty much all I do. In the past two weeks I have hardly left the Zooby brush shelter at all I have been so busy thinking. I think I should get out more. That seems like something worth thinking about. I'll think about it.Having recently read through the Minnesota Mail Order Bride's hand scrawled autobiographical sketches dispatched by flying messenger monkeys and received by me yesterday I find myself quite touched by her account her sufferings since having contracted MagnaMantisPreditoriality Syndrome, how many fiances she has lost due to post-coital hunger and subsequent anthropophagy, and I wonder if there isn't some way to change her into a furry, cute bunny instead using cutting edge physics and whatever might be lying around the kitchen or garage?Originally posted by Mr. Robin Parsons Don't cha think?
Well, normally I don't advise such things, but (apparently) if you insert a regular barrel pen into the nose, (using it as the passageway for "the probe") and substitute a Robertson screwdriver for "The Probe", you can apparently re-adjust, or reset, the "tuning within" (on some models only!) but the precursory vulgarity that forewarns of the resultant ensuite tells of possibilities in the balancing systems subsystemic systemology, by siesmic inferance from site soundings, so it becomes the old adage "Buyer Bewear"Originally posted by an exuberant (soon to be wed!) ex-hill-erated flambouyant "Devil May Care" atti'tuded ZOOBYSHOE!
Having recently read through the Minnesota Mail Order Bride's hand scrawled autobiographical sketches dispatched by flying messenger monkeys and received by me yesterday I find myself quite touched by her account her sufferings since having contracted MagnaMantisPreditoriality Syndrome, how many fiances she has lost due to post-coital hunger and subsequent anthropophagy, and I wonder if there isn't some way to change her into a furry, cute bunny instead using cutting edge physics and whatever might be lying around the kitchen or garage?
For begging and questioning, clearly. You can, all you want, but I won't divulge. It's all encoded in gum pressed under table #2 at a cafe in Paris, Le Lapin Dormant, if you're really interested. Tolouse Lautrec once sat at that table. But his feet didn't reach the ground....becomes the old adage "Buyer Bewear"Originally posted by sexual technician and technical sextitian emeritus Mr. Robin Parsons "...thereby begging the question, (clearly) what for?
Given the true nature of a Zoobonians foot, removing the W from the word Be Ware becomes the attentive indicator of the requisite wording: "Buyer Beear!"Originally posted by zoobyshoe
...becomes the old adage "Buyer Bewear"
Meaning what? "If the Zooby Shoe fits, wear it."?
Hard to say. Written records have been lost, and precious little got encoded into anyone's long term memory to begin with due to ethanol toxicity levels. I understood there was a cat on this excursion but you make no mention of this so who is to be believed?And while out west, did you have the interesting experience of a visit to the graveyard at Old Sidewinder, Nevada, where it is rumored the revenances of those killed in shootouts during the town's heyday as a silver mining center, return at midnight each night to reenact their violent and premature exits from the world's stage?Originally posted by Mr. Robin Parsons ...who was?
Ahummmm (sadly) No.Originally posted by zoobyshoe
And while out west, did you have the interesting experience of a visit to the graveyard at Old Sidewinder, Nevada, where it is rumored the revenances of those killed in shootouts during the town's heyday as a silver mining center, return at midnight each night to reenact their violent and premature exits from the world's stage?
Prevenient porposes plunge peripatetically producing preposterous predation pressure, plundering potentially precious plasmodia.Originally posted by Mr. Robin Parsons Pretty Princesses Play Precisely, pretty people play properly, pretty persons play proportionately, pretty playthings play pretensiously, polite persons play personificationally, prosperous people play perfectly, Parsons plays persistently, perhaps plays possibly, "pourfavor" plays pleasingly, perchance? player? (<- DATS DUH QUETION)
Originally posted by zoobyshoe
Can cats compute? Yup![/color] Do dogs digitalize? Nope![/color] May marsupials multiply? Oh Ya![/color] Surely, snakes subtract? Nope! But they can "subduct"[/color]
On D-Day we dropped dummy soldiers on parachuttes over parts of Europe to confuse the Germans as to where the real invasion would take place.Originally posted by Mr. Robin Parsons
Can you answer this quetion without responding/replieing to the quetion?
YUP!..."On D-Day we dropped dummy soldiers on parachuttes over parts of Europe to confuse the Germans as to where the real invasion would take place."Originally posted by zoobyshoe
Can you quetion this answer without quetioning the response/reply?
The question sought, that was, and had, been asked by the questioner, was: "Who sits in the Cartesian theater?" Think about it. You'll be.What is the acceptable I.Q. score needed to qualify as an enemy-confusing parachutte dummy?Originally posted by Mr. Robin Parsons While vactioning in Europe, on D-Day, there were a number of "dummy soldiers" dropped upon our heads (No! not literally!.. your so silly to think that!) and we then ascertained that they were, in fact, and in reality, NOT dummies, (they passed their respective IQ tests with parchuting colors) hence the question is sought, (to be responded to) that was, and had, been asked by the questioner?
Reference; See, 'Mr. Robin Parsons'Originally posted by zoobyshoe
What is the acceptable I.Q. score needed to qualify as an enemy-confusing parachutte dummy?