tooth soup

Me and Andrew decided to have a random conversation the other day. Scratch that, Andrew decided to and I played along. It was fun though. See:
Andrew ~ Da Chem Nazi says:
want to have sandwich of elk
Child of the Mind says:
I beg your pardon?
Andrew ~ Da Chem Nazi says:
your are excused. buon apartheid
Child of the Mind says:
Okay, what are you talking about?
Andrew ~ Da Chem Nazi says:
me? delicious exuberance, served on a platter of nonsense
Child of the Mind says:
Oh dear, he’s fucked the critics again.
Andrew ~ Da Chem Nazi says:
hur hur hur. just having a laugh
Child of the Mind says:
But I don’t think sasquatches had banans for lunchmeals?
Child of the Mind says:
They certainly don’t use vigor to mate with rhinos?
Andrew ~ Da Chem Nazi says:
ahhh, but when they use candour it is much more eloquent.

and Bananas? how absurd.they have the greatest penchant for dining upon the majestic moose
Child of the Mind says:
Indeed, I find their candour exactly equal to a light mauve. It’s their fetid football sequins that get me fancy free though.
Andrew ~ Da Chem Nazi says:
but of course! this matches the attache to my furry adjunct. i have nothing else to conclude but that there is a circular logic to sequins – why else could they hold the stature of a marble?
Child of the Mind says:
Well they coudl quite possible give teatime a buff in time for a guilt pencil. If they carjacked a telephone pole it would be indebt to the marble statue lord.
Andrew ~ Da Chem Nazi says:
you have but to dunk the statue in your dream coffe, and the vomit of ages can be ressurected. a watery pox on the fingerclippings of those who dare.
Child of the Mind says:
Fingerclippings indeed! I would find more equatorial flippancy in a bundle of pelicans. It is not the gravity of the disco ball that perplexes me however, it is the managerial conscription of the pyrex frankenfurter that gives me heart bubblegum.
Andrew ~ Da Chem Nazi says:
son of a sonic Bushwacker! i do declare that heart bubble gum makes me light in my pinky. it is clear to me that all i need, however, is the chicken bone
Child of the Mind says:
I supplicate! It is not the chicken bone with which I am fearful of my blue earlobe for. For my dining icicle I am ascneding a carpal tunnel to young plane shifters.
Andrew ~ Happy With The Chicken Bone says:
ahhh… i feel much beter now. and more tired
Child of the Mind says:
hehehe, it’s fun to do that shit.

I know, I know. But come on, it was fun. So anyway, I spent about five hours in front of my computer today – hurrah *waves flags* *lets of firecrackers*. All for the sake of a lab report which I didn’t even finish. Fucking fantastic.
Anyway, I’m out. And if you’re wondering if I actually spent all that time doing crappy html tags to make the text blue, I didn’t, this did. Download it and have an easier time updating. And don’t worry, it works with insanejournal – though if you can’t get it working just ask me. It has some cool features, like detecting whatever is playing on winamp at the time of update and making linking and pictures a one click affair.

out.p.

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