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[zoobyshoe]

Should we worry about when the scixelsyd will invade earth, possibly, as they would say, gniyortsed us all?

The O.S.D (Oxford Scixelsyd Dictionary) defines gniyortsed thus: the exceptionally pleasurable process whereby homonid entities are induced to sprout straws, paper napkins, sugar packets, and other disposable restaurant items, from between their toes. Worry, therefore, should probably be considered a matter of individual choice.


There I was at the cafe La Souris Perdu; on my right a baby-faced sloe-eyed blond, so reefer crazed that her blue eyes were mostly red, on my left, a sturdy, butch-dike lesbian Bondage and Domination mistress explaining to me that the lashes of her barbed whips weren't about the pain but about the domination, as she tried to push a copy of the underground B&D classic "Shirley! You're Choking Mr. Feynman!" into my hands.
I smelled the spicey sweet reak of MaryJane on nearly everyone's breath as people ambled past me, to and from the counter (where the same watered down, generic coffee was served from several different thermos jugs under different fictitious names). Hep negro jazz buzzed and twisted throught the air from the live trio on the little stage in a far corner: a constant assault on my moral fiber, and a constant prophylactic against anyone else growing any.

All this overt vice was small potatos, though. I was here for the big stuff. Six months of training and cultivation behind closed doors in an underground bunker at area 51 is what it had taken to prepare me for this exceptionally delicate field assignment: undercover information gathering for the House Committee On Un-Jellitivistic activities.

Word was that a small cadre of anti-jellitivists was meeting here at irregular intervals to coordinate their lavender activities and, worse, to proslytize among the impressionable youth that frequented the establishment. I'd been haunting the place for weeks, passing myself off as a disgruntled ex-jellyphysics teacher, throwing out hints that I might have been fired from my last position for certain, unspecified, unorthodox beliefs. So far, no bites. All I could do was to keep my ears open, gravitating to within earshot of any conversation from which I'd picked up the words "weird", "Alfred", "electrodynamics", or "jelly".

Round about midnight on that disturbing eve, I heard something in the periphery of my hearing that just about made my brain short out from exitement:

"...so, in spite of the fact that the Principle of Purpularity has a sound basis in Jellileian physics, Alfred E. had to have made the most absurd mistake he possibly could have made to postulate that the speed of weirdness was the same for all jellyfish in all inertial frames..."

The speaker, I saw, was a middle aged, pencil-necked, twerp, with a short beard, big glasses, and grey temples. I recognized him instantly from the mugs I'd studied, and he was even wearing his trademark navy-blue pullover sweater. It was the devil himself: none other than the renegade Jelliphysicist Professor J.P. Scooty, Ph.d., who'd taken to poisoning the fresh, young minds of America's youth against Jellitivity after a claimed "epiphany" he'd experienced during a severe beating by a herd of nocturnally roving, weird, purple jellyfish he'd met in a dark alley.

Listening to his demented, unjellitivistic ranting wasn't what brought me to my knees, however. No, that wasn't the body blow that had me crawling out of the place on all fours. I didn't notice, at first, who it was on the other side of the insane professor, half hidden from my view. It wasn't until he had uttered several more of his subversive remarks and stepped back to punctuate with a grand gesture that I got a gander at the dame's face: The Lovely Miss Sally O'Malley!

Sally O'Malley! The vivaceous, sparky, effervescent Sally O'Malley; princess of this lost world, whose arrival made grown men jump for joy, and whose departure made them weep. Singer and raconteuse, she popped in each night about 10 and sang scat like a negress with the trio, then did about a 15 minute humorous monolog in a skin tight dress slit up the side. Born of Minnesota farmer, she'd grown up to be a charmed charmer: The Fascinating Miss Sally O'Malley whose sexy sarcasm triggered deafening laughter, heart failure and spontaneous ejaculations. Yes, the men giggled and squirmed with mirth like 5 year old boys pinned down by a much too hot, tickly, babysitter, and all the women wished they were her, or that she was dead. I was smitten hard. They hadn't prepared me for the likes of her at Area 51.

Seeing her on the arm of the center of all things unjellitivistic was like being shot between the eyes, stabbed in the heart, punched in the stomach, and kicked in the groin all at once. Sally O'Malley? A Lavender? How could it be? Despite the cocaine, reefer, methamphetamines, despite the promiscuity for fun and profit, despite the liquor store robberies, and insurance-scam arson surely, surely there must beat within her a heart of pure purple, musn't there?

But there she was, hanging on the arm, and every word of, the twisted lavender intellectual devil.

I crawled out of La Souris Perdu on all fours. I can't have J.P. Scooty rounded up now because when they sweat him he'll name names and one of the names he'll name is Sally's. On the other hand, If I don't have him picked up he will spread The Lavender Word, insidiously, until one day there will be internecine warefare between the Lavenders and the true Purple Guard. "What", as the Bard asked, "should such fellows as I do, crawling between heaven and earth?"

(Notice to Newcomers: This is an exceptionally advanced Stupid Quetion which shouldn't be attempted by anyone not thoroughly versed in Jellitivity. Just because you may be very Stupid, do not assume you are Stupid enough to tackle this Quetion. It would best be left to the exceptionally Stupid, such as Math Is Hard, Plover, or Gokul90210. Thank you. -Zooby)

 

[Moonbear]

I crawled out of La Souris Perdu on all fours. I can't have J.P. Scooty rounded up now because when they sweat him he'll name names and one of the names he'll name is Sally's. On the other hand, If I don't have him picked up he will spread The Lavender Word, insidiously, until one day there will be internecine warefare between the Lavenders and the true Purple Guard. "What", as the Bard asked, "should such fellows as I do, crawling between heaven and earth?"

(Notice to Newcomers: This is an exceptionally advanced Stupid Quetion which shouldn't be attempted by anyone not thoroughly versed in Jellitivity. Just because you may be very Stupid, do not assume you are Stupid enough to tackle this Quetion. It would best be left to the exceptionally Stupid, such as Math Is Hard, Plover, or Gokul90210. Thank you. -Zooby)

Aha! Now we know what Zooby has been up to in his absence.

As a member of the true Purple Guard, and an expert on jellitivity (note the avatar), I've been sent to help you with this dilemma. The Lavenders are an insidious group. The Purple Guard have also been tracking them for sometime, and Sally is no innocent. Indeed, she was single-handedly responsible for destroying the manufacturing of our most useful weapon against the Lavenders, the Grape iMac! Of course only the members of the Purple Guard knew of the full potential of the Grape iMac as we attempted to get them into every home to protect the general public from the brainwashing methods of the Lavenders. Even more insidious, Sally is well-schooled in the Welch Technique, which is undoubtedly what she was using on you that night for you to leave with the illusion she was an innocent being drawn unwillingly into the Lavender fold.

What is the history of the Welch Technique?

 

[Gokul43201]

What is the history of the Welch Technique?

The Welch Technique is the most carefully guarded secret of the Lavenders. It is cleverly named to fool the unlettered mob into believing it is related to that famous icon of come-hitherliness, Rackwell Welch.

How I figured out the true secret is a long story involving my diligent preparation for the day I come face to rotten face with Scooty; an experiment with my microwave; a plasma ball resulting from my experiment with my microwave; the mysterious powers of pyramids; and a grocery store shopping cart with a bottom that was eleven minutes from fatigue-aided corrosion failure at the time that I walked into the store and grabbed it. The upshot of this whole experience was that I unexpectedly came upon the secret of the Lavenders.

The story takes us back to a time when Alfred E didn't exist - no, not even in sittingedanken experiments - nor did his twin brother, Albert.

It all began in 1869, in the little town of Vineland, NJ. where a Doctor Thomas Bramwell and his son, Charlie, were performing insidious experiments with a purple fluid. Some of the effects of this fluid had been studied by earlier scientists like Jelileo, Low Rents, and the most prolific publisher of them all, Et Al. (While the story of Et Al and his nearly Erdos-like collaborations make for a funny, yet sinister tale, to be told while doing Kahlua shots, this is not the time for it. Besides, this is not the time for Kahlua shots.) The best documented effect of the purple fluid was its ability to slow down time, from the point of reference of the fluid consumer. By tweaking the formula of the fluid (this supposedly involved canceling off infinities against negative infinities) Tommy and Charlie appeared to have refuted the time-warping influence of the purple fluid. They believed that imbibers of the fluid would experince normal time, just like a mineworker, or a starhopper or even a patent clerk. They secretly called this process 'The Renormalization of Jellitivity'.

But instead of going public with the findings, the Bramwell family decided to keep the results hidden. Soon, a secret order was created - supposedly comprising all the most famous dissenters of Jellitivity - that was charged with the protection of the secret formula. The most important position in the Order (that called itself The Lords of Lavender) was held by the person responsible for the safeguarding of the actual earthen cauldron containing the primordial fluid created by Bramwells. This person was called the Pottery Magician. It is rumored that the present PM is a pretend cixelsyd called elgoog, and with him lie all the secrets of the Lavenders and the Technique.

Eventually the Lords of Lavender became a powerful, yet secret organization. They created a front for themselves selling an apparently harmless beverage through grocery stores all round the coutry.

While it took me the mere duration of the act of picking up a plastic bottle that fell out the broken bottom of my shopping cart to figure this all out, it is now a whole day since, and I still can't decide what to do about it.

I have two choices : Do I take the lavender pill and lead a life of brainwashed crankery...or do I take the purple pill and pass through the nexus that will let me enter the Swarmschild Matrix with a heart burning to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield ?

 

[Moonbear]

I have two choices : Do I take the lavender pill and lead a life of brainwashed crankery...or do I take the purple pill and pass through the nexus that will let me enter the Swarmschild Matrix with a heart burning to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield ?

Clearly a life of brainwashed crankery is beneath you. You must strive for nothing less than the coveted post of PM. To do this, you must follow elgoog's mentoring as he leads you through seemingly endless quests for trivia. Only through these quests will you gain the insight of how that rusty shopping cart will transport 2000 lbs of the purple elixir into the 4-cornered time cube, which is actually the portal into the Swarmschild Matrix. However, don't let elgoog mislead you down the wrong path. He will ask you many times, "Did you mean the Swarm's Child Matrix?" Don't be fooled by this seemingly innocent question, as the Swarm's Child Matrix will lead you far from the true calling of the Purple Guard and into the clutches of Rackwell Welch. Indeed, the Swarm's Child Matrix is better known as the publisher of Masochist Monthly. You'll know you've gone the wrong way if elgoog presents you with the little blue pill instead of the purple pill. Should you stumble in your quest and wind up in the Swarm's Child Matrix, the only way to get out is by dueling the portal guardian, Oohay, using only a mechanical pencil. Yes, indeed, you must be very quick on the draw if you wish to have any chance at all.

However, should you get beyond the Oohay, you'll find clear passage from the Swarm's Child Matrix back to the Swarmschild Matrix. Just follow the plasma glow emitted from the microwaves that light the path.

But, because you'll have entered through a different portal, you'll encounter a gatekeeper at this entrance to the Swarmschild Matrix. You must give the correct password to get past the gatekeeper. Only one person knows the password, how will you find that person and convince them to tell it to you?

 

[Astronuc]

Only one person knows the password, how will you find that person and convince them to tell it to you?

Wait, I know this one.

But in the meantime,

Is this really real?

 

[BoulderHead]

Is this really real?

Not in any conventional sense of the word.


Will anyone here be frank with us?

 

[Gokul43201]

Will anyone here be frank with us?

I'll be Frank, if you'll be Nancy.

Deal ?

 

[BoulderHead]

I'll be Frank, if you'll be Nancy.

Deal ?

Only if you agree to sing a duet with me!


What shall it be?

 

[Werdatothewise]

Clearly a life of brainwashed crankery is beneath you. You must strive for nothing less than the coveted post of PM. To do this, you must follow elgoog's mentoring as he leads you through seemingly endless quests for trivia. Only through these quests will you gain the insight of how that rusty shopping cart will transport 2000 lbs of the purple elixir into the 4-cornered time cube, which is actually the portal into the Swarmschild Matrix. However, don't let elgoog mislead you down the wrong path. He will ask you many times, "Did you mean the Swarm's Child Matrix?" Don't be fooled by this seemingly innocent question, as the Swarm's Child Matrix will lead you far from the true calling of the Purple Guard and into the clutches of Rackwell Welch. Indeed, the Swarm's Child Matrix is better known as the publisher of Masochist Monthly. You'll know you've gone the wrong way if elgoog presents you with the little blue pill instead of the purple pill. Should you stumble in your quest and wind up in the Swarm's Child Matrix, the only way to get out is by dueling the portal guardian, Oohay, using only a mechanical pencil. Yes, indeed, you must be very quick on the draw if you wish to have any chance at all.

However, should you get beyond the Oohay, you'll find clear passage from the Swarm's Child Matrix back to the Swarmschild Matrix. Just follow the plasma glow emitted from the microwaves that light the path.

But, because you'll have entered through a different portal, you'll encounter a gatekeeper at this entrance to the Swarmschild Matrix. You must give the correct password to get past the gatekeeper. Only one person knows the password, how will you find that person and convince them to tell it to you?

If I see it this way, then more confusion has been placed. If Frank becomes Nancy, and Nancy becomes Frank, then the guardian at the gate becomes the holder of the password. Only now he becomes protective of the password because those he once had trust in, are now returning to their altered-ego. For security reasons, the portal has now changed, and before you may enter the new portal, you must prove who you are, and who you were, and who you are now. How do you prove your true identity to the gatekeeper and gain back the trust you deserve?

 

[BoulderHead]

...How do you prove your true identity to the gatekeeper and gain back the trust you deserve?

By singing a duet.

What shall it be?

 

[Werdatothewise]

By singing a duet.

What shall it be?

Your singing voice, thus you becoming "Nancy" will not get you in. Your tone is too high.

 

[Werdatothewise]

Good to see you again, Boulderhead!

"More thought to this later." I am digging down today on paint layers, then I have to scope them to find the original paint on this home from the 1800's. Restoration is fun, but time consuming. I hope the original paint was WHITE!

PS: Bolderhead, good to see you again. I have lotsa time to post as I am turning my interest in other places - such as restoration (ting) old homes. I am loving it. My time is my time, so I can put in as much work as I wish.

 

[madcat11]

What shall it be?

It shall be anything thou wishes.


As I sit here, popping my own purple pill (all alliteration aside...) I wonder... is it necessary now to turn this discussion over to Math Is Hard, Plover, Gokul90210 and Zooby (not being, myself, versed in Jellitivity, although I am acquainted with Swarmschild - in his earlier days, of course...) or, perhaps, should the very essence of the flow of the words be allowed to be turned by the esteemed Werdatothewise into an entirely different state, i.e., no quetion, just answer (?), or shall I just put my feet up on the monitor and let the pill's pull put me in a place of placidity?

 

[madcat11]

... shall I just put my feet up on the monitor and let the pill's pull put me in a place of placidity?

Yes, I think I will go to lake placid.

Where is The Bob when you need him?

 

[Werdatothewise]

Where in the World is The Bob

Where is "The Bob?"

Oh, come on. Too easy.

Bob is at the bottom of the lake.

~Werdas

 

[The Bob]

Where is "The Bob?"

Oh, come on. Too easy.

Bob is at the bottom of the lake.

No! The Bob is here and ready to be random. I thought people had just had enoguh but I see there is an elite few that push on so here I come.

This thread has been going for sometime and I have tried to keep it going and I am, so far, succeeding. What sort of diaster do you think will be needed to stop this thread's existence?

The Bob (2004 ©)

 

[Werdatothewise]

Madcat11, purple pills and wishes

It shall be anything thou wishes.


As I sit here, popping my own purple pill (all alliteration aside...) I wonder... is it necessary now to turn this discussion over to Math Is Hard, Plover, Gokul90210 and Zooby (not being, myself, versed in Jellitivity, although I am acquainted with Swarmschild - in his earlier days, of course...) or, perhaps, should the very essence of the flow of the words be allowed to be turned by the esteemed Werdatothewise into an entirely different state, i.e., no quetion, just answer (?), or shall I just put my feet up on the monitor and let the pill's pull put me in a place of placidity?[/QUOTE]

Don't mind me. I am just sitting here with a 'scope in front of me trying to magnify under my 'scope a few inches of paint to see the original color paint of this old victorian home. (RESTORING). My brain is stretching to capacity as I am challenged. I am still praying that this old home was completely painted in WHITE! I believe no such luck. The gingerbread wood near the roof line (just watch) will be pink and green!

And the second subject, ...
If this causes me to gain "esteem", (see above) well, I could get my psychology teaching books out and do some heavy esteeming if you prefer, and really screw up the minds (put to this thread) where enriched brains are flying out the windows. Once I get into my rhelm of "into" I never know which way my conversation will take me - depends on the subject, my mood, or what Freud said. haha

... more later. ~Werdas'

... see NEW PIC of me

 

[Werdatothewise]

No! The Bob is here and ready to be random. I thought people had just had enoguh but I see there is an elite few that push on so here I come.

This thread has been going for sometime and I have tried to keep it going and I am, so far, succeeding. "What sort of diaster do you think will be needed to stop this thread's existence?

The Bob (2004 ©)

Ans: When you turn the page and find a subject called "Quantum Physics..."

~Werdas'

 

[Werdatothewise]

It shall be anything thou wishes.


As I sit here, popping my own purple pill (all alliteration aside...) I wonder... is it necessary now to turn this discussion over to Math Is Hard, Plover, Gokul90210 and Zooby (not being, myself, versed in Jellitivity, although I am acquainted with Swarmschild - in his earlier days, of course...) or, perhaps, should the very essence of the flow of the words be allowed to be turned by the esteemed Werdatothewise into an entirely different state, i.e., no quetion, just answer (?), or shall I just put my feet up on the monitor and let the pill's pull put me in a place of placidity?

A question can have a single answer: You should answer the thread question if participating is required -wanting you to do so, and you should not do what it doesn't want you to do. Following this simple rule will probably help you earn more PF awards. If you need more specific advice, let's take a look at a few other things that will help you.

Compliance with the P Forum criteria is highly important. You should, you must, read the criteria "first." It's wrong to assume the question has similar criteria to all the other remarks. Every contributor has there own "unique" rules and requirements. This is what makes each one meaningful.

If you find that your remark doesn't suit the post criteria, stop right there! Either change your remark to suit the criteria of the post, or don't apply for any PF awards, now or in the future. Never send a letter complaining to Greg about illogical criteria and asking the original post-owner to change the original post. It may seem to be illogical to you, but it means something to the owner and he has the right to use it. If you don't like the criteria, and the post, chances are your comments will go vomiting way-side by the ocean bend.

Never apply for awards anyway. Just hope for the best. The posting owner will notice that your remark does not suit the criteria of opinion, and it will damage your reputation. Even if he/she doesn't notice, applying for an PF award when you know your opinion does not qualify is unethical.

Therefore in closing, if you are not sure, post anyways. People usually will always find humor in the absured. It helps screw up the mind making life easier.

~Werdas'

 

[Werdatothewise]

A question can have a single answer: You should answer the thread question if participating is required -wanting you to do so, and you should not do what it doesn't want you to do. Following this simple rule will probably help you earn more PF awards. If you need more specific advice, let's take a look at a few other things that will help you.

Compliance with the P Forum criteria is highly important. You should, you must, read the criteria "first." It's wrong to assume the question has similar criteria to all the other remarks. Every contributor has there own "unique" rules and requirements. This is what makes each one meaningful.

If you find that your remark doesn't suit the post criteria, stop right there! Either change your remark to suit the criteria of the post, or don't apply for any PF awards, now or in the future. Never send a letter complaining to Greg about illogical criteria and asking the original post-owner to change the original post. It may seem to be illogical to you, but it means something to the owner and he has the right to use it. If you don't like the criteria, and the post, chances are your comments will go vomiting way-side by the ocean bend.

Never apply for awards anyway. Just hope for the best. The posting owner will notice that your remark does not suit the criteria of opinion, and it will damage your reputation. Even if he/she doesn't notice, applying for an PF award when you know your opinion does not qualify is unethical.

Therefore in closing, if you are not sure, post anyways. People usually will always find humor in the absured. It helps screw up the mind making life easier.

~Werdas'

Someone sent me a PR note on "how" to handle this thread, and go forth. Come on, folks. I was only being factious. (sp) Pha C sh us. I am a far cry from being serious. But, corrections are taken with open arms, so thank you, my PR person who sent me the note. And, Ps: to ya'll. I promise (hand on bible) never to screw up the flow again.

 

[BoulderHead]

Hi Werdas~ (nice to see you back) but...

...having the matter explained does this mean you will eventually get around to asking stupid question for us to answer?

 

[tribdog]

That's a stupid thing to ask. good job.

What are we going to do now, no wait,...NOW?

 

[Moonbear]

What are we going to do now, no wait,...NOW?

Which now? The now when you wrote the quetion, the now when I read the quetion, or the now now as I'm typing the...wait, now, no now, hold on, now... I can't keep up! Nows keep zipping past and I can't make any of them stop!

Okay, since there was a stunned silence for a few days when we last discussed jellitivity, I guess that's too difficult of a topic for most. Besides, I've since stopped infiltrating the Lavenders as part of the Zooby rescue mission, and have joined the PF Sista Hood. Once a year we have a ritual tribdog sacrifice. What's the best food to prepare for the feast following that?

 

[The Bob]

What's the best food to prepare for the feast following that?

We should ask tribdog as it is his day.

Tribdog. What do you want?

The Bob (2004 ©)

 

[franznietzsche]

Tribdog. What do you want?

he wants frozen soda heated with a MAPP gas torch.

Isn't that right tribdog?

 

[Werdatothewise]

Yzarc, wearily rode his horse into the town where Tribdog had once lived. His hometown of Harmony, Polatski. As he started to look around, he could feel grief swelling up in his throat. Was Tribdog the only survivor of the town's explosion?

He came in favor to find, Tribdog, the Tribbles & Whips food that, 'Ol Tribdog needed survive. NOT his friend Tribdog would be sacrificed! He already had a scam in planning.

Night time was soon to become, because a mysterious voice had called him away from his hay bed and told him that he must on pony back, using only his Shetland Pony, ride the ten hour journey to Harmony. The voice told him, that the only place Tribbles could be found was in Harmony.He was so exhausted, that laying on the firm, fecal, tarantula ground, didn't bother him at all. Bugs or not. He closed his eyes, closing his eyes downing into a deep sleep. Besides, fried tarantula make great filling for his favorite pancakes!

Now, night will fall in three hours.

On to sleep, Yzarc was hoping a dream will answer the questions in his head. After a while Yzarc heard a woman's voice speaking. "Who are you? YZARC! Where are you?" .

Yzarc started to think a survivor may be around. Focusing his eyes, to the left of him, could only see a hazy purple blob in the shape of a woman.

"Pick up the pill!" she said. On the ground was a blue laminating succulent juicy pill.

"It belonged to the Lady of the Lake's," said the voice.

Yzarc, ever the particular, picks it up and say,"And what am I to do this this purple pill?"

"You stupid human!" yells the voice. "NOW down the purple pill and swallow it!" she yells.

"I am not stupid, I am brave!" and he whips the purple pill at the evil laughing temptress. In his daze of sleep, Yzarc had forgotten that he was throwing the jellied purple pill at ghost The pill floats out of the ghosts body and lands on the ground, rolls down the hill, and jumps the bank, and plops into a beautiful pond. Now this pond was filled with fish of the most outstanding colors!

"You think your troubles are gone?" and with that she laughs a horrible laugh. Her awful laugh echoes as a dark grayness swirls around you. "Your troubles have only begun...," the voice cackles.

Suddenly, Yzarc find himself inside a horrible, twisted, cold and gray labyrinth. He hears screeches and watches as a group of small, flying monsters are heading towards him. With a frightened scream, Yzarc starts to run for his life. Branches swing out in front, but he shoved them aside running - looking for a place to hide. The flying monsters are getting closer, their awful screeches piercing the air. They have found him.

The woman's wicked laugh rings in your ears.

Yzarc was running as fast as he could when he realized he had one bottle of deadly poison in his hidden pocket. Pressing the passcode to gain entry into his hidden pocket, he retrieved the bottle. Yzarc, screwed opened the cork with his large teeth. Throwing drops of the pee-like liquid poison at the little flying monsters. He stood and watched for a moment as the little *bwitching monsters shriveled up and died. Turning his back from this scene, Yzarc took note of all the entrances, each large opening seemed to be begging him to enter. Not sure what to do, Yzarc, started running, he could see in the distance an opening with a red calming light. Running toward, and into the red light, he ran for hours. In heavy body sweat, black dirt dripping from his chin, pants that were wet for lack a facility, green snot running down his nose, finding his mouth and dripping into the opening - which of course he enjoyed, his reward was a solid dead end.

In the echoing distance, he could hear the ghost's crackling laughter.

 

[Moonbear]

Werdas, you have to ask a quetion after you give an anser!

 

[BoulderHead]

Yeah, and don't forget to give an answer either, lol.

Yzarc !

 

[Gokul43201]

Are we all dead, then ?

 

[Werdatothewise]

Werdas, you have to ask a quetion after you give an anser!

Yeah, and don't forget to give an answer either, lol.

Yzarc !

Are we all dead, then ?

Less be me, who flonders with a brain that hinders an easy thought to totally kill the wise people who try to make a question easier, and I, yes, I am totally confused. ROFLMAOOOOOOOOPIMP! I really am cracking up in laughter." HELPPPPP!

Yzarc was running as fast as he could when he realized he had one bottle of deadly poison in his hidden pocket. Pressing the passcode to gain entry into his hidden pocket, he retrieved the bottle. Yzarc, screwed opened the cork with his large teeth. Throwing drops of the pee-like liquid poison at the little flying monsters. He stood and watched for a moment as the little *bwitching monsters shriveled up and died. Turning his back from this scene, Yzarc took note of all the entrances, each large opening seemed to be begging him to enter. Not sure what to do, Yzarc, started running, he could see in the distance an opening with a red calming light. Running toward, and into the red light, he ran for hours. In heavy body sweat, black dirt dripping from his chin, pants that were wet for lack a facility, green snot running down his nose, finding his mouth and dripping into the opening - which of course he enjoyed, his reward was a solid dead end.

Here is the DAMNO QUESTION! ROFLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

WHAT DO HE DO NEXT?​

OMG, I AM LOSING IT LAUGHING SO HARD ~Werdas'

 

[Werdatothewise]

Werdas, you have to ask a quetion after you give an anser!

Sorta like Jeopardy?

Alex Trebeck: Host: "What is Mt. Fuji?"

Contestant Werdatothewise: Mt.Fuji - Fujisan is the highest mountain peak in Japan, 3776 meter high.​

(Now. Am I on the right track? Omgggg, this is killing me in laughter)


~Werdas'

 

[madcat11]

(Now. Am I on the right track? Omgggg, this is killing me in laughter)


~Werdas'

No, you are obviously dimensionally challenged! <--here is the [stupid? I don't know, you be the judge] answer and now I will ask the [stupid? I'll be the judge...] quetion

I'm drained, where are the towels?

 

[Werdatothewise]

No, you are obviously dimensionally challenged! <--here is the [stupid? I don't know, you be the judge] answer and now I will ask the [stupid? I'll be the judge...] quetion

I'm drained, where are the towels?

I thought this was "Never Ending Story...so to speak"...now we talking
off-beat-idioms? omggggggggggg, ya'know, I was confuzzled, still am.

I grow flowers, where are the buds?


**Note: If the above answer is correct, I am more lost, confuzzled, than I have been in 20 years. LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL ~Werdas

 

[honestrosewater]

What the **** is going on here? All these unasked and unanswered questions are giving me an anxiety attack. Someone needs to restore the order to this thread before my whole world colapses, er, collapses- ah, quick- does "colapses" have one "l" or two?

 

[Gokul43201]

What the **** is going on here? All these unasked and unanswered questions are giving me an anxiety attack. Someone needs to restore the order to this thread before my whole world colapses, er, collapses- ah, quick- does "colapses" have one "l" or two?

'Colapses' (what you call a pair of lapses that happen simultaneously) has one 'l'.

Was that quick enough ?

 

[honestrosewater]

Was that quick enough ?

If you say so.

Why don't we have a stupid anser thread?

 

[Werdatothewise]

Werdas, you have to ask a quetion after you give an anser!

But where does the question originate from? Who gives the question to me?

And, then I take it, I give birth to a answer after the question. But, what is the sense of asking a question if you know the answer?

Can someone put out a suggestion box?

After that I am confused.

 

[honestrosewater]

But where does the question originate from?

That is a question no one knows.

Who gives the question to me?

You must give it to yourself.

And, then I take it, I give birth to a answer after the question. But, what is the sense of asking a question if you know the answer?

To help others discover their ignorance so you can laugh at them later. Good times.

Can someone put out a suggestion box?
After that I am confused.

Sure, if they have enough water (if the suggestion box is on fire cause er water puts out fire and um heh)

If someone asked you how to play the stupid quetion game, what would you tell them?

 

[Gokul43201]

If someone asked you how to play the stupid quetion game, what would you tell them?

The Stupid Quetion Game (ages 13 and up)

Rules :

You may join the game at any point. Or you can watch. The seating area is thataway. What do you do if you chose to play ?

You then proceed to play. How is this done ?

Usually medium-well (but sometimes rare). Some ketchup and mustard ?

Yes please, thanks. What's the score ?

The Score is a beautifully made movie. Wish I'd only seen it. Wanna go with me ?

No thanks. I find the graffitti there mildly annoying. I'll just hold it in. So, what are the rules here ?

 

[UrbanXrisis]

there are none

how corny is that?

 

[tribdog]

at least an ear or two.

Mind if I crack my toes?

 

[UrbanXrisis]

not before I crack up.

did you know the brand of my optical mouse is named "NewMen"?

 

[tribdog]

at least you have a mouse. I'm using an etch-a-sketch.

What does tiger taste like?

 

[franznietzsche]

What does tiger taste like?

The opposite if retig, i promise. Try some today. But you have to catch it live, and eat it fresh. The only way to catch the full opposite of retig flavour.

Does anyone here REALLY understand the life cycle of the retig?

 

[masudr]

The retig has no life cycle - it's life is strictly linear (actually what we have done is to have made a first-order linear approximation to a system that has no C^\infty-smooth analytic solution).

 

[franznietzsche]

The retig has no life cycle - it's life is strictly linear (actually what we have done is to have made a first-order linear approximation to a system that has no C^\infty-smooth analytic solution).

Why would you use such terminology as C^\infty in gen disc, when only maybe five of the genderal discussion regulars will understand it?

 

[Astronuc]

Why would you use such terminology as C^\infty in gen disc, when only maybe five of the genderal discussion regulars will understand it?

Because there are times when it is necessary to quantify something, and this is one of those times. Afterall, this is PhysicsForums.

What is a genderal?

 

[tribdog]

that's jenderal, pronounce henderal. It's spanish for that feeling you get like you are falling just before you fall asleep.

Are fish afraid of heights?

 

[Astronuc]

Are fish afraid of heights?

No, fish seem oblivious to what is beneath them. On the other hand, many are deep thinkers.

How soon will we reach the 2000th question?

 

[tribdog]

I seriously doubt this thread has the legs to make it to 2000.

Will I go blind if I get toothpaste in my eye?