If bullshit was music

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Who would be our brass band?

― Zen Clown, Sunday, 13 November 2005 11:40 (nineteen years ago)

it would be yo ass and i would smoke it like grass

― ESTEBAN BUTTEZ~!!, Sunday, 13 November 2005 12:21 (nineteen years ago)

What?

You prefer an orchestra?

Well, my goodness, I suppose we could come up with one.

Linda could be the woodwinds, toilet paper on a comb can be quite enchanting if done correctly.

Aimless? Aimless could be the percussion section, thumping on a hollow tree.

CJ, of course, will be in the string section because she is so "plucky"

Michael and Michael and Geoffrey, of course, will be in the brass section. Those instruments require a significant amount of hot air.

― Zen Clown, Sunday, 13 November 2005 12:25 (nineteen years ago)

Whatever the provocation, I shall not now or ever after change my name to Thumper.

― Aimless (Aimless), Sunday, 13 November 2005 20:42 (nineteen years ago)

Aw, shucks.

― Matt (Matt), Sunday, 13 November 2005 23:31 (nineteen years ago)

Aimless? Would you prefer to be in the string section? We can provide you with a violin but you must use the bow and not strum it like a banjo.
(Note to self: Keep Aimless away from the drums; He tends to go "solo".)

― Zen Clown, Monday, 14 November 2005 06:16 (nineteen years ago)

Why can't I have a banjo and be done with this pussyfooting around?

― Aimless (Aimless), Monday, 14 November 2005 06:49 (nineteen years ago)

Very well, HAVE your damn banjo!

Just try to contain yourself during a Brahm's waltz.

― Zen Clown, Monday, 14 November 2005 07:07 (nineteen years ago)

What do you mean, "If bullshit was music"? Is it not? Why then do we listen to it, seek it out, beg liars to tell us more, all the while listening, completely enthralled by it? The brass band is no other than your trusted right-wing news agencies, and everyone in this loving fun club is called Thumper. The Banjo player is clearly a liberal, but no worries; he will be trampled underfoot and drowned out without consequence.

What is this band's latest composition, you ask? Would you believe, Intelligent Evolution?!

― MSW (MSW), Tuesday, 15 November 2005 19:03 (nineteen years ago)

The more that I think about it, the more I think we should just be honest and call it 'stupid design'.

Si Dieu nous a faits à son image, nous le lui avons bien rendu. François-Marie Arouet

― M. White (Miguelito), Tuesday, 15 November 2005 19:49 (nineteen years ago)

Othawize knowed as Volt Hair. Y'all come back. Ya heah?

― M. White (Miguelito), Wednesday, 16 November 2005 00:00 (nineteen years ago)

Not with all them encyclopedists running around with snuff boxes and powdered wigs. I'd rather eat cake.

― Aimless (Aimless), Wednesday, 16 November 2005 01:33 (nineteen years ago)

why do I get an odd feeling that I am already eating cake?

*vague sensations of not knowing what the hell is going on ... yet again*

― StrangeDays (StrangeDays), Wednesday, 16 November 2005 07:56 (nineteen years ago)

*vague sensations of not knowing what the hell is going on ... yet again*

I find the discomfort caused by this sensation is soluble in gin.

Marie-Antoinette actaully said 'brioche', Aimless. Would you care for some of that?

― M. White (Miguelito), Wednesday, 16 November 2005 15:38 (nineteen years ago)

Brioche? Isn't that some kind of horse-drawn carriage?

― Aimless (Aimless), Wednesday, 16 November 2005 18:02 (nineteen years ago)

Fiacre, phaeton, caleche, perhaps, but a brioche is a mere humble pastry.

― M. White (Miguelito), Wednesday, 16 November 2005 18:29 (nineteen years ago)

*takes sip of gin*

ah yes, that's much better.

Brioche "A rich bread made with a high proportion of eggs and butter, traditionally baked in a distinctive fluted (wavy) mould. It is often eaten warm and sometimes filled."

― StrangeDays (StrangeDays), Wednesday, 16 November 2005 20:12 (nineteen years ago)

*takes another sip of gin*

furthermore brioche ... "is a light but rich French bread made with a yeast dough and eggs, milk, butter and sugar. The crust is glazed before baking and turns a deep golden brown. The crumb is delicate and pale yellow in colour. In Paris, it is traditionally baked in a fluted tin with a smaller ball of dough placed on top, either as buns or as one large loaf, but other shapes and preparations can be traditional in different parts of France. It is also served in a ring-shaped and hexagonal loaves"

― StrangeDays (StrangeDays), Wednesday, 16 November 2005 20:14 (nineteen years ago)

Whatever happened to the subjunctive, anyway?

― M. White (Miguelito), Wednesday, 16 November 2005 23:55 (nineteen years ago)

If I knew, would I tell?

― Aimless (Aimless), Thursday, 17 November 2005 06:02 (nineteen years ago)

If you don't tell, how will we know if you know?

― Zen Clown, Saturday, 19 November 2005 01:26 (nineteen years ago)

If 'tis done, when 'tis done, 'twere best 'twere done quickly.

― Aimless (Aimless), Saturday, 19 November 2005 01:56 (nineteen years ago)

Oh gawd, dear sir. You echo the words of my ex-wife, and she wasn't talking about blintzes

― Zen Clown, Saturday, 19 November 2005 02:13 (nineteen years ago)

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