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The discussion revolves around a playful and humorous exchange in a new forum, encouraging participants to ask "stupid questions" and receive equally silly answers. Participants engage in lighthearted banter, often incorporating puns and wordplay, such as discussing the time it might take to reach 1,000 posts or the best superpower, with self-levitation being a favorite. Questions range from the absurd, like the fate of old forums, to whimsical inquiries about elephants and the universe. The tone is irreverent, with users joking about the nature of their questions and the concept of "stupidity" in their responses. The thread serves as a space for creative and nonsensical dialogue, emphasizing fun over seriousness.
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EnumaElish said:
What is the average IQ of all intelligent life forms presently living on Earth?
Sorry, I don't happen to know my IQ off the top of my head.

I've thinking about the other good threads here and remembered the 'Coffins for sale at Costco' (or something like that, anyway) thread. And that got me wondering... when you buy a coffin, does it come with a lifetime guarantee ?
 
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Gokul43201 said:
I've thinking about the other good threads here and remembered the 'Coffins for sale at Costco' (or something like that, anyway) thread. And that got me wondering... when you buy a coffin, does it come with a lifetime guarantee ?
The manager at the local CostCo has just informed me over the phone that, yes, each coffin is guarranteed for the life of the coffin. So, as long as nothing goes wrong with it before it fails, they'll replace or repair anything excluding hinges, external surfaces, or interior fabric.

Recently, after taking a gulp of mouthwash, I noticed to my horror it actually was labeled Mousewash. Am I going to be OK?
 
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zoobyshoe said:
Recently, after taking a gulp of mouthwash, I noticed to my horror it actually was labeled Mousewash. Am I going to be OK?

probably not.


Speaking of knots, what's the percentage of people who don't know which way to tie the bows in their, er, tennis shoes?
 
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Players on a shoestring budget, aka "no promos"; that's over 90% and probably over 99%.

How long is the circadian cycle of the cicadas who sleep 17 years?
 
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EnumaElish said:
How long is the circadian cycle of the cicadas who sleep 17 years?
I once rode a circadian cycle. I think Indians are better, and Harleys are probaby the best.

Last night I heard a familiar crunching noise outside my back door, one which usually means a possum is scarfing down the food I leave out for stray kitties. A check, however, revealed the cat-food eater to be Harry J. Donaldson, employee of the IRS, down on all fours with his face in the food dish. Does this mean I'm being audited?
 
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No, you were being odditeed. The oddity tour was a move by the IRS to try and change the general psychological reaction of an average person to hearing the letters I-R-S. The IRS sent out swarms of its employees all round the country, making them perform strange and unusual acts intended to radically reshape your opinion of the IRS.

Do you know why this plan failed so miserably ?
 
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Gokul43201 said:
Do you know why this plan failed so miserably ?
Your explanation completely accounts for the many reported sightings of shirt and tie "tightrope walkers" seen trying to get from telephone pole to telephone pole via the high tension wires. Which also explains the plan's failure.

Recently, when I was framing some pictures for my upcoming exhibit at the San Diego Museum of Photographs of Marsupial and Government Cat-Food-Eaters I couldn't resist a taste of the succulent looking little tacks I was using to hold the backboards to the frames. They had a strangely metalic flavor, almost as if they were made of steel or some other ferrous substance. This seems odd, since they were clearly labeled "Carpet Tacks". Why didn't they taste of the wonderful artificial carpet fibers I have so often enjoyed in the past?
 
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Zoobie said:
Recently, when I was framing some pictures for my upcoming exhibit at the San Diego Museum of Photographs of Marsupial and Government Cat-Food-Eaters I couldn't resist a taste of the succulent looking little tacks I was using to hold the backboards to the frames. They had a strangely metalic flavor, almost as if they were made of steel or some other ferrous substance. This seems odd, since they were clearly labeled "Carpet Tacks". Why didn't they taste of the wonderful artificial carpet fibers I have so often enjoyed in the past?
Obvioulsy carpet tacks aren't made of carpet. They are to be marinated in carpet for a few years before consumption at which point the fermented carpet should yeild a plume of airborn debris to accent the experience of consuming the tacks.

On a side note, why does my g/f insist on kissing my belly and telling me it's sexy?
 
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TheStatutoryApe said:
On a side note, why does my g/f insist on kissing my belly and telling me it's sexy?
LOL...i think it's called teasing. :smile: :smile: I never understood why it's considered sexy either...I think they like messin with our heads (the kind with the brain)

are comments like these allowed on PF?
 
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rocketboy said:
LOL...i think it's called teasing. :smile: :smile: I never understood why it's considered sexy either...I think they like messin with our heads (the kind with the brain)

are comments like these allowed on PF?
Ofcourse... but you may want to read some of the past comments on this page to see what sorts of questions and responses you're supposed to leave for this thread in particular.

So will you be a RocketMan one day, or was that your dad?
 
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rocketboy said:
are comments like these allowed on PF?
There are only two comments allowed at PF. One is "Nice day." The other is "I appreciate the remarkable engineering that went into my refridgerator and will never push it over again." No other comments are allowed.


not sure this is the rite place to put this but... So...um...if say I had two socks that don't match is there a way i could get them to mate so id have a litter of socks that were all the same?
 
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zoobyshoe said:
not sure this is the rite place to put this but... So...um...if say I had two socks that don't match is there a way i could get them to mate so id have a litter of socks that were all the same?

Sorry, there is no possible way...socks are asexual so your only choice would be to run their dna through a gene splicing machine...

In the visible light spectrum we can mix colors to get new colors...if we could see all the possible frequencies of the spectrum, how many primary colors would there be?
 
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Townsend said:
if we could see all the possible frequencies of the spectrum, how many primary colors would there be?
Exactly 1,000 -- refracted through one thousand points of light. (That's what dad wus referren to, eenit? :smirk:)

If primates are so good in imitating ("monkey see monkey do"), why don't other primates develop like us? All they have to do is to imitate. (It's not like they have to reinvent the bicycle; they can buy or borrow one and ride it in a funny way.)
 
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EnumaElish said:
If primates are so good in imitating ("monkey see monkey do"), why don't other primates develop like us? All they have to do is to imitate. (It's not like they have to reinvent the bicycle; they can buy or borrow one and ride it in a funny way.)
I hope you don't feel proud of this quetion.


Last night when I was dangling from the ceiling in a cocoon woven of old plastic shopping bags and discarded garments pulled from a dumpster, it occurred to me that I had never gotten to Iraq to visit the "hidey-hole" from which former Iraqi despot, Saddam Hussein had been pulled on the occasion of his capture so I resolved to telephone my travel agent in the morning.

This morning, however, I was distracted from that goal by the discovery that my telephone had become infested with a colony of insects quite unknown to me. More beetle-like than anything else, their appearance might have been occasioned by the fact that the last call I received was from someone claiming to be William Burroughs. (Could have been "Burns" though, or "Morrow"), wanting to collect on the unpaid termite control procedure I contracted to have performed last Spring. That being the case, I don't want to call yet another exterminator, so I'm wondering if anyone knows if these telephone-beetles are edible, since that would be the cheapest way to get rid of them?
 
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zoobyshoe said:
This morning, however, I was distracted from that goal by the discovery that my telephone had become infested with a colony of insects quite unknown to me. More beetle-like than anything else, their appearance might have been occasioned by the fact that the last call I received was from someone claiming to be William Burroughs. (Could have been "Burns" though, or "Morrow"), wanting to collect on the unpaid termite control procedure I contracted to have performed last Spring. That being the case, I don't want to call yet another exterminator, so I'm wondering if anyone knows if these telephone-beetles are edible, since that would be the cheapest way to get rid of them?
I hate it when termite control people use these strong arm tactics to get people to pay up. Usually, shoving beetles through the phone line is their last ditch effort to get you to fork over the cash before they turn you over to a collection agency. And no, the beetles are not edible, unless you are a Ju/’hoansi. I had the same problem with a pest control company I hired last summer to help me with my ant problem. I was late on a few bills and I started getting late night calls with all manner of creepy crawlies pouring out of the phone when I ansered. The earwigs are particularly nasty. Make sure you cover the phone with cheesecloth.

Speaking of cheesecloth - I've noticed it doesn't look or taste anything like cheese. False advertising?
 
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Math Is Hard said:
Speaking of cheesecloth - I've noticed it doesn't look or taste anything like cheese. False advertising?
Well, my understanding of cheese cloth is that it is intended to be used for sewing clothing for your cheese. A person, in the normal course of things, might easily decide their cheese would look well in a nice, airy summer outfit, and cheesecloth fits the bill.

Incidently, I saw a dog knock a garbage can over yesterday and then go trotting down the street with what appeared to be a shirt in its mouth. Has Bush cut funding for the Clothe The Animals centers?
 
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zoobyshoe said:
I saw a dog knock a garbage can over yesterday and then go trotting down the street with what appeared to be a shirt in its mouth. Has Bush cut funding for the Clothe The Animals centers?
Yes, because PETA outdid them.

Interestingly they were convinced by local crackpot Dr. Zooby Shoe, to dress the strays with cheesecloth.

How did the dogs like that?
 
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Mk said:
Interestingly they were convinced by local crackpot Dr. Zooby Shoe, to dress the strays with cheesecloth.

How did the dogs like that?
No better than a monkey jockeying a horse in Hitler's clothes.

Would Hitler have become a better man had Eva not refused to comply with his diaper fetish?
 
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EnumaElish said:
Would Hitler have become a better man had Eva not refused to comply with his diaper fetish?
You know, it's funny you should ask that question, because recently I saw a photograph of a woman who looked like Eva. Actually, she was a lot taller, but same general idea, except she was brunette, not blonde, and I thought to myself, "From the looks of it, this woman could be German," and a glance down at her name revealed it to be "Ianinni" which proved I was right since her maiden name might have been German if she turned out to have married an Italian. They're both female, too, if I recall correctly. At least one of them was, so there's a 50-50 chance.

I learned today that my brain is producing my perception of the color yellow by comparing the overlapping stimulation of red and green cones cells in my eyes, and I'm very upset that there isn't such a thing as a yellow cone. I'm not sure it's reasonable to burden my brain with having to sort out this red/green comparison and I would like to start a petition to have the green cones replaced by straighforward yellow ones. This will leave more space in my occipital lobes for cool stuff like Voluntary 3-d Interpretation of 2-d Visual Fields, which means, of course, all movies will be viewed as 3-d. We could have had this already if it weren't for this stupid yellow business.

Will you sign?
 
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zoobyshoe said:
Will you sign?
No, I'll cosine.

Do I look good in my sailor outfit?
 
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Mk said:
Do I look good in my sailor outfit?
Between this and your cosine remark, you've gone off on a tangent. I'd say your sailor suit makes you look like Dick Deadeye: very triangular.

For tax porposes I'd like to donate free fish to the local dolphins. I'm afraid this might upset the Save The Fish faction, though. No one wants friction from the fish faction. Say it fast ten times. Are you dizzy yet?
 
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Dizzier than a canine Parkinson's patient chasing its tail.

What happened to the PF shirtS?
 
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Mk said:
What happened to the PF shirtS?
There's a lot of sporty looking dolphins out there lately. Tax write off for Greg.

What happened to the seaweed and seashells I have been expecting from the Save The Zoobies foundation started last year by the dolphins?
 
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The nonprofit dolphins did send the goods. Evo signed for the UPS delivery then she sold your seashells by the seashore. And pirate dolphins stole and smoked the seaweed.

Does a missile make a whistle, or a hotel have a bell?
 
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EnumaElish said:
Does a missile make a whistle, or a hotel have a bell?
I could tell you but I'm afraid it would lead to anxiety, depression, loss of appetite, alopecia, dizziness, shortness of breath, irregular heart rhythms, uninary infections, liver or kidney failure, seizures, gingivitis, and inner ear problems. Please see your doctor if the desire to ask those questions persists.

Recently when I was crawling on all fours through a particularly narrow stretch of sewer beneath the city of Paris, France (en francais: Paris, France) I came upon a mouldy old book (en francais: livre) with the title in gilt letters on the cover 50 Shortcuts Through Paris Via The Sewer System and suddenly realized I wasn't the first to think of this. How is it I didn't realize everyone was doing it (en Italiano: Cosi Fan Tutti)?
 
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zoobyshoe said:
How is it I didn't realize everyone was doing it (en Italiano: Cosi Fan Tutti)?

Your head musta been in the sewer. (gas anyone?)

If your head is in the Sewer, where are your feet? ("ou et Les Pied?" en Francais)
 
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Lapin Dormant said:
If your head is in the Sewer, where are your feet? ("ou et Les Pied?" en Francais)
Under the sewing machine, working the pedals.

Is there any plant life in England other than trees and lawn?
 
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Of course. From the enclosures acts that begun around 1500ad, hedges have been more and more a part of our landscape. Between 1500 and 1850, the vast open commons and meadows have been divided up into smaller and smaller areas separated by hedges. Theses serve to divide the land, and signify ownership. This has the affect of segregating the people too. A man with a less favorible plot of land will look enviously over to his neighbour's land which he would once have been free to graze, and think "Bas**rd". The sense of community in britain from that point onwards began to dissolve, with vicious competiton for land, and a deep envy and hate for those who are better off. This deepened the segregation, and more hedges went up, to separate one's home from the prying, envious or judging eyes of a neighbour. Still, the hedges go up- 'much needed' parks and green areas in the cities, and barrier hedges to blot out those 'awful eyesores' from people's views. They are currently kept at bay with meagre supplies of weed killer and a small force of professional gardeners and tree surgeons, but as people become more introverted, and less concerned with the countryside, and their gardens, the hedges will grow, and slowly choke this land. Few people seem to realize now that we are completely surrounded by this creeping 'plague on the meadows', and still thye grow. It is thought that Birmingham, the 'concrete jungle' will be the last refuge of the English as the privet becomes the dominant species of these isles.

What technical difficulties would arise, when fighting a war with plants?
 
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matthyaouw said:
What technical difficulties would arise, when fighting a war with plants?



Well certainly tracking them would be of great difficulty as finding those little sods in the soil would be exceedingly trivial, and then when you get one to them treed, what a disaster that works out to be, chase them up the tree and the slide themselves out to the end of a Branch, bounce down off the ground, bounding back off into the woods again, and your still in the tree, after having swigged a good one to brace yourself for the chase, the little root tips hardly leave any tracks so that method of chasing them seems superfluous to the Max head room available, yet when finding the blighters on radar, they are trackable that way when the Collar traps work properly, then they can seemingly be caught, but the cost of petrol in chasing them to the limits of there known ranges exceeds the Prolific nature of the traveling they seem to be capable of, always unseen naturally, that too presents a Great and enormous stageringly notorious problem.

What is the Problem?
 
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Lapin Dormant said:
What is the Problem?
It is that we now only see as through a weird, purple jellyfish darkly.

Recently when I was enjoying some strongly caffeinated beverage or another at my favorite parisian haunt Le Café du Lapin Dormant I happened to notice the headline on a newspaper being read by a man at another table. It said, in bold letters: Cy'trewv Blisbi Sxe'rwe'l Sz'Ilisi.

Realizing I had come down with a case of 24 hour receptive aphasia, I quickly hailed the garçon (en anglais: boy) and asked: "What was the comparative foot size of Neandertal Man (in Latin: homo neandertalensis) to that of modern man (in latin:homo sapiens sapiens)? He scratched hs head, thinking, and replied "Gu'operti blishki splentory, il'tki few'asw plentronial qewrass'nb."

What do you suppose I gleaned from that?
 
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Wha que l'enfer a fait vous dit juste ?
 
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yomamma said:
Wha que l'enfer a fait vous dit juste ?

Puisque je n'aime pas les méduses pourpres - un peu...


Is there a reason why most trees lean into us when we walk under their branches - I mean, are they curious or what?
 
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madcat11 said:
Is there a reason why most trees lean into us when we walk under their branches - I mean, are they curious or what?
They aren't the trees themselves but http://katie-and-rob.org/wordpress/archives/2003/08/19/mononoke-hime-princess-mononoke .]

Is there an identical number of stupid questions and equally stupid answers?
 

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EnumaElish said:
Is there an identical number of stupid questions and equally stupid answers?
Stupid quetions con not be quantified as a real number. Theoretically there should always be one more stupid quetion than stupid answer as one follows the other in a series of rational events. In practice, however, at the quantum level everything becomes foamy and after too much beer people forget the rules. As a result it is impossible to simultaneously know both the velocity and direction of this thread. In conclusion, there can be any ratio of stupid quetions to their equally stupid answer sister counterparts at any given time. If you try to count them all you will come up with a real number, but the number will have changed by the time you finish your beer.

How many beers does it take for a stupid quetion to make sense?
 
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That one made perfect sense to me, so three works well. I don't want to make too much of an assumption about this without more controlled testing, so I'll report back tomorrow night after four, the next night after 5, etc etc until we know without a shadow of a doubt:
a- what the perfect number of beers for playing this game is.
b- what I post like when drunk.

Beer may make these questions easier to understand, but is the ability to answer them and make new questions enhanced or inhibited by the presence of alcohol?
 
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matthyaouw said:
Beer may make these questions easier to understand, but is the ability to answer them and make new questions enhanced or inhibited by the presence of alcohol?
I frequently anser and ask stupid quetions with a bottle of isopropyl alcohol on the shelf here in the room with me. It is kind of a scary bottle, and I do find its presence intimidating. So, personally, I think the presence of alcohol inhibits the ability to post in this thread, yes.

On the subject of alcohol: recently when I took a swig of Mousewash and began to gargle with it, I noticed to my horror the label actually said Moosewash.

How did that get here?
 
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Ou Ca?

zoobyshoe said:
How did that get here?

Musta been that sewer Pipe you had been in, seems that when you Finally got to the end of it, you were afforded a *free bath* AND Complimentary Use of the Natives' Toiletries, Hey, LUCKY YOU!



What do you do if the answer to the question that you seek responce to, is not the Question that is answered by the answer to the question excepting, of course, Quetions, ergo the sum of the tales end would appear to have turned rather towards a Tortoise Quest-i-on that must have happened while I was dis-Embarking the Turtles Back from my latest napping event, having held out the cup I snagged from his tail, The cup being fillied, signalling him, the Turtle, that if was time to do, whatever it is that he does at these moments, think, I think, seen him drooling once, suspect he was dreaming of the Most revered Turtle Treat, the Fabled Blue Ball, but he seems a nice enough fellow, when he isn't threatened, then he either hides or, once I watched him trying to scratch his own Tail, that was funny, him looking into his shell as if thinking 'Maybe I can Reach it through here' and the manner of His attempts at Chewing at the root, his head all skewed towards his target, his rear end, you've heard of what is at the rear end of a Turtle, same that that is at your rear end, then, the little begger, once he had smelled that the water was that close, he went for it, I'd seen him charge his short shot charge, he's might quick at that one, but that water made him go in a manner that I had never seen before, almost reminicent of that day we went out tree hunting, oh yes, I was napping, wasn't I?


But what does any Rabbit really know?

A Coté:
Le Cafe Du Lapin Dormant et il Proche? ou 'dans le Milieu' Du le Gite [/color]Rose[/color]?[/color]

O.K. Which one's the quetion?
 
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EnumaElish said:
Is there an identical number of stupid questions and equally stupid answers?

no, only stupid quetions ('don't know where the ansers are...)

Does marsupial have to do with sucking anything...?
 
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madcat11 said:
Does marsupial have to do with sucking anything...?
Marsupials are born suckers, hence the term "Born sucker." [P.S. Hollywood trivia: Natural Born Suckers was the working title of Tarantino's Kill Bill. :smile: NOT!]

What rank does this question get in the International Scientific Standards' ranking of stupid questions?
 
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Red well

EnumaElish said:
What rank does this question get in the International Scientific Standards' ranking of stupid questions?
According to the System International this one:

il faire sucer le jus d'un souffle!

Now that it is established that some readers cannot read, please tell us all how can a reader who cannot read, read this question?
 
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Lapin Dormant said:
Now that it is established that some readers cannot read, please tell us all how can a reader who cannot read, read this question?

They get it on audio tape of course...

Since not everything is computable how do we know for sure that anything is in fact computable?
 
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Townsend said:
Since not everything is computable how do we know for sure that anything is in fact computable?
Sworn affidavits from computers.

Last night while persusing my copy of William Shakespeare's Hamlet word by word, with a magnifying glass, I realized that in Act 4, Scene 4, Hamlet uses the word "Polack" in referring to a Polish person. This alarmed me and caused me to realize that everyone up to now has been misinterpreting the play as a drama, when in fact it is an elaborate ethnic joke, and should be reclassified among the Bard's comedies. Hamlet's unaccounted for familiarity with stagecraft and acting can now been seen as coming from a background in stand-up comedy, and the "dumb show" preceeding the murder play-within-a-play, is, really, a spoof of the Polish theater of Shakespeare's day, or it may be a commercial for Spanish Olives, depending on whether or not Claudius is paying attention. It doesn't say in the script if he is paying attention or not. Nor does it mention if he is picking his nose. He might be though. He also might be thinking about Spanish Olives. He might be thinking about Polacks. It's probably Olives since he leaves suddenly. This almost always means someone has had an attack of diarreha, which would indicate olives.

I think I'll write an essay about my new insight and post it on the web. Think anyone'll buy it?
 
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Who, woke me up?

Zoobyshoe said:
I think I'll write an essay about my new insight and post it on the web. Think anyone'll buy it?
Yes, but only for Negative dollars, Lots and Lots of Negative Dollars.

Just Think/Dream about it you'll be rich! You Will Be a Minus Millionare! Just Think/Dream about it! (Envision it)


After the turtle has done his thing, we'll tell you about some of his adventures, the Story of the Legendary Blue Ball, and how he came about knowing this tale.

(Hears descreet sounds of turtle doing his thing)

OK so, It was long ago, prior to our having met, and our ensuing partnership, pals, Friends of the very first Order, Defend each other to the Death of either of us, ourselves, that he had been adventuring around some Island, had strode out onto a Beech, only to come 'face to dragonball' with the opportunity of Getting one, so He Bit the Dragons Head off first, then as the thing attached to the dragon whelped in agony he bit down as hard as he could to liberate the Ball from it's nesting sac, It was afterwards, after his very first, completely by cirumstantial event that he Had found and chanced eating something that he had not even heard of as edible, that he was advised that if he followed the proper current he could find an answer, so he pursued those waters, smelling for the aroma he had been told existed, found it and found the Smoking one, indulged in it, by said smoker he had the Most exqusite taste sensation he had ever known, apparently the One who Smoked had arranged for, not one, but two balls, and had stuffed them into the Dragons body serving them in a fashion unknown to the turtle Prior to this, Hot and the dragons body had somehow transformed form a rubbery thing into a Delightfull fanciful treat that nibbled at his taste buds to his ecstatic Crunchy delight, and the manner of Rollingthose balls around in his mouth, sucking the juices out of them, one by one, nibbling occasionally as to release even more Juice, you could tell from his telling of it that he had enjoyed himself in a manner in-describably by words, he had called it dining Goumand, after as he had he listened to the others telling of the fable, and he too knew it was true, as he too could feel the Lusting in himself for the taste of what the Fable had described, how a young turtle, lost had stummbled up onto a Beech, snuggling slightly under a thing of a Flat Funny Nature, there he found, completely to his suprise, Balls, and two of them, the Dragon seemed somehow incapacitated, like he couldn't bend, but the balls where there for the taking, his daddy had told him of the Balls availablity, "Take it right away, if you ever see em" he had told him, as he had had friends who had known of the taste treats that they really-really were, so the Young one siezed upon his opportunity and Siezed Mightly His Two Balls, afterwards he realizing that they had seemed off in color and that that had changed the taste, it was Incredulous, the flavor so satified him that he was almost caught by the thing attached to the Dragon as it seemed to be convulsing in writhing agony though he didn't wait around to find out why, he simply walked off with his Prize Taste treat in his mouth, only years later did he have another chance at another Ball, he had gotten that one too so that was how the story is told that he found out just what the Non Blue ones tasted like, such that only then did he realize just how fortunate he had been in being seemingly the Only one who knew, to have ever had a Blue'ee, or so the Legend tells, as it seems no one else has ever succeeded in getting another one of those Blue'ee as the turtles call them, but I digress

Where did the Turtle, Go?
 
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Raving Lunatic Rabbit said:
Where did the Turtle, Go?
Don't think about it. Lean over, put your head between your knees and try to get some blood back into those frontal lobes.

Once, back in the 1920's, during my college days, the guys and I used to amuse ourselves with an activity we called "squirrel snubbing". This entailed standing beneath the large oak trees growing hither and thither around the expansive campus and deliberately ignoring the chattering of the squirrels whose territory we were encroaching upon. It drove them nuts, and we got a hearty laugh out of it.

What were we thinking?
 
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Rabid said:
How am I going to die?
You will live into the era of warp drive, and turn out to me one of the unfamiliar, irregular members of an away team.

Once, when I was performing Hamlet, the gravedigger handed me a skull and, before I could launch into my line, I noticed that the skull had a fused atlas vertebrae. It occurred to me then, that Hamlet is really a play about buried guilt, and all the scholars up to this point have been way off the mark. I'm thinking of writing an essay called "Was Yorick suffering from Arthritis, and Did Giving Young Hamlet Piggyback Rides Kill him?" and posting it on the web. I aim to show that the real reason for Hamlet's melancholy is guilt over having driven the court jester to an early grave by exacerbating his skeleto-muscular pathology, through insistance on being carried on the jester's back around the Castle, and how in "acting out" his guilt he kills just about everyone else in the play.

When can I expect my check?
 
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Okay now I'm POSITIVE that I posted a bunch of vulgarities earlier and begged someone to lock this thread. Why is that post gone? You deleted it didn't you!

**** **** **** (just testing the censor)
 
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Hamlet's Assimilation of the Atlas never made it to the stage, Actors’ Equity Association{go figure}, carded the entire group. When asked about your check, and I quote...when Hell freezes over.


Why do we wait so long for spring to arrive, yet fall arrives overnight?
 
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hypatia said:
Why do we wait so long for spring to arrive, yet fall arrives overnight?
It only seems this way because you're not a pumpkin. Or a grape.

Are you?
 
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Well, being born on Halloween, there is the possibility, that I am a pumpkin.


Why does my Hello Kitty pencle refuse to sharpen to a point?
 
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Why does my Hello Kitty pencle refuse to sharpen to a point?
I was going to attempt an answer but then decided it was pointless. Unless hypatia's kitty is black, and hypatia wears a pointy hat, in which case there is a point.

Three witches watch three watches. Which witch watches which watch?
 
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