Originally posted by Grampy BobbyGibberish, as usual.
Rec'd.
Hand, perhaps the finest flight of language and sustained play of mind you have ever posted. It pretty much preempts my own read...
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In one of Garrison Keillor's recent "Praire Home Companion" Saturday evening radio shows (on NPR/entertaining website as well) his holiday
theme monologue concluded w ...[text shortened]... use to use nutmeg." Substitute vacuous for nutmeg and rbmorris for the pie.
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Originally posted by Hand of HecateTouching :'(
rbmorris, I'm flattered that you'd nominate me to run the roast. However, there's really very little to roast you about. While you churn out the occasional flurry of witty one liners, in reality, any interaction with you is a very thin and insubstantial experience at best.
There is simply nothing tangible about you, you're an insignificant bit ...[text shortened]... n by zero. The answer to all quests for the nature of God.
Regards,
The Hand.
Once upon a time far, far away in the land of nothingness there lived a King of nothing. He was the clog headed self appointed King of nothing land. He being far inferior of all other Kings of the surrounding lands, he decided that made him superior in his nothing land. One day while strolling through his garden of weeds he noticed a dog, it was quite an ordinary dog by nothing land standards. But still had a certain noticeable splendor. A tail that didn’t wag. Instead the dog wagged like his royal knights on amphetamines. “Here yon dog, come at once” the King commanded, but the dog… it moved not. “What is it with this mangy dog that refuses these Kings orders”? “Off with his tail” the King shouts infuriated. But sire, this dog is dieing. “Dieing” the King asked? Yes, he is ill from lack of food. He is starving like all others in this land of nothing. Well then we should have a roast. There is nothing left to roast; it is but skin and bone. Suddenly a frown came across the faces of all the people in the kingdom. If only we had some vegetables in this garden we could make a stew, the noble jester spoke up. That’s not funny, the princess said as she came into the garden. Low, I have seen a donkey in the green meadow. Well r b a son of a gun, hurry, fetch the Archers quick. Yes your majesty. And off to the stables she went to find the archers. Latter that evening the archers returned with the donkey carcass. It was small and not enough to save the Kingdom, but did save the King and a select selfish few. When the King laid eyes on the soon to be roasted Donkey he said "well, rb we need more ass".
Latter in the next few centuries, the kingdom of nothing was never renamed, but the Royal descendant was forever known as rbmorris.
The moral to this story is; sometimes a roast is more than just a roast and starvation might not be such a bad thing.
Originally posted by cashthetrashPathetic.
Once upon a time far, far away in the land of nothingness there lived a King of nothing. He was the clog headed self appointed King of nothing land. He being far inferior of all other Kings of the surrounding lands, he decided that made him superior in his nothing land. One day while strolling through his garden of weeds he noticed a dog, it was quite a ...[text shortened]... is; sometimes a roast is more than just a roast and starvation might not be such a bad thing.