Some more from Millenials:
Probably right next to it, Venus admitted. And while were on the subject, should I hit the spires at the top first, to shut it down and buy us some time? Or should I just go for the hole in chilled water?
Thats the whole enchilada, Artemis corrected.
Burritos to you too.
He didnt even *try* to make sense of that one.
It ain't fanfiction, but...
Dear Bobby,
I have recently purchased one of your coffee mugs, but it is giving me
no end of grief. Every time I put coffee, hot chocolate, or hot tea in
the mug, it instantly transubstantiates into what I assume is the blood
of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. It sort of looks like marinara sauce,
but I'm afraid to taste it. Curiously, when I put wine into the mug,
it just turns into a nice, full-bodied chianti -- beer does the same
thing. Is there any act of sacrifice or ritual that I can perform to
stop these miracles from occurring? While I bask in His greatness and
I am truly awed by His power, I'm also kind of thirsty. Any advice
would be welcome.
Sebastian Wren, Ph.D.
Austin.Texas
www.veganza.org
From Dominic Deegan: Oracle For Hire
"Don't worry Luna, Rachel is one of the more sensible people around here. Hey, there she is! Yo, Rachel!"
"Gregory! You're just in time! I'm gonna try to break these bricks with my face!"
WHACK!!
"Ow! My face!" *********
There's no need to hear, I can shout you.
Probably right next to it, Venus admitted. And while were on the subject, should I hit the spires at the top first, to shut it down and buy us some time? Or should I just go for the hole in chilled water?
Thats the whole enchilada, Artemis corrected.
Burritos to you too.
He didnt even *try* to make sense of that one.
It ain't fanfiction, but...
Dear Bobby,
I have recently purchased one of your coffee mugs, but it is giving me
no end of grief. Every time I put coffee, hot chocolate, or hot tea in
the mug, it instantly transubstantiates into what I assume is the blood
of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. It sort of looks like marinara sauce,
but I'm afraid to taste it. Curiously, when I put wine into the mug,
it just turns into a nice, full-bodied chianti -- beer does the same
thing. Is there any act of sacrifice or ritual that I can perform to
stop these miracles from occurring? While I bask in His greatness and
I am truly awed by His power, I'm also kind of thirsty. Any advice
would be welcome.
Sebastian Wren, Ph.D.
Austin.Texas
www.veganza.org
From Dominic Deegan: Oracle For Hire
"Don't worry Luna, Rachel is one of the more sensible people around here. Hey, there she is! Yo, Rachel!"
"Gregory! You're just in time! I'm gonna try to break these bricks with my face!"
WHACK!!
"Ow! My face!" *********
There's no need to hear, I can shout you.