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Post by Salzackbar mini™ on May 24, 2021 11:39:08 GMT -5
MAN ON MONITOR: SUPERMAN! THE UNITED NATIONS IS BEING MELTED BY MOLTEN THROWING STARS!
AQUAMAN: HAWKMAN AND I WILL BE RIGHT THERE, MR. SENATOR OR WHATEVER.
HAWKMAN: HI.
MAN ON MONITOR: DID YOU THINK I SAID WE WERE UNDER ATTACK BY A DISTRAUGHT BLOWFISH AND BIG BIRD? GO GET ME SUPERMAN. WHAT ARE YOU TWO EVEN ANSWERING THE PHONE FOR?
AQUAMAN: IT’S SUPERMAN’S TURN TO MOP, SO WE’RE PROTECTING THE WORLD RIGHT NOW. HEY, CAN YOU GUYS SEND A CAB TO COME PICK US UP?
MAN ON MONITOR: …
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Post by President Ackbar mini™ on May 24, 2021 12:05:56 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2021 13:12:39 GMT -5
Play it again, Sam!
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Post by President Ackbar mini™ on May 25, 2021 17:39:16 GMT -5
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Post by Salzackbar mini™ on May 26, 2021 13:04:33 GMT -5
He was nothing if not superlative: his diatribes, now culminating in a very extravaganza of hyperbole — now sailing with loose wing through the downy, witched, Dutch cloud-heaps of some quaintest tramontane Nephelococcugia of thought — now laying down law of the Medes for the actual world of to-day — had oft-times the strange effect of bringing back to my mind the very singular old-epic epithet, [Greek: aenemoen] — airy — as applied to human thought. The mere grip of his memory was not simply extraordinary, it had in it a token, a hint, of the strange, the pythic — nay, the sibylline. And as his reflecting intellect, moreover, had all the lightness of foot of a chamois kid, unless you could contrive to follow each dazzlingly swift successive step, by the sum of which he attained his Alp-heights, he inevitably left on you the astounding, the confounding impression of mental omnipresence.
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Post by Weirdraptor mini™ on May 26, 2021 16:01:37 GMT -5
I'M BIGGERING!
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Post by President Ackbar mini™ on May 27, 2021 16:05:12 GMT -5
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Post by Weirdraptor mini™ on May 27, 2021 16:58:22 GMT -5
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Post by Chalice_Of_Evil on May 28, 2021 17:55:01 GMT -5
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Post by Salzackbar mini™ on May 29, 2021 12:47:27 GMT -5
Hm. Jobs. Well, yes, I’ve had a variety of jobs since I came to London. I started off running a mobile 24-hr. discotheque, for the St. John’s Ambulance Brigade, for when they have those big functions. You know, they need a discotheque standing by, just in case. We never needed it, thank God, but, you know, we were there. And after that I set up as a freelance nudist, uh, doing odds and ends, uh, weddings, opening supermarkets. Did a lot of work for Securicor, funnily enough. Uh, and then came the big nudist crash of ’87, and I got out and joined, um, a removals firm in Notting Hill. We did a job for, um, a Saudi diplomat called Nigel Havers. You can imagine what sort of stick he got having the same name as, uh, um, Nigel Havers, that’s right. But he was a nice enough chap, we moved house for him. He wanted his house moved down to the end of the street because he said it was easy to park there. The funny thing was that we’d just finished it and put the last slate back on the roof and this Austin 1100 came and parked in front, so we had to move it all back again. But, um, uh, happy days, happy days. Then, um, let me see, I had a couple of months in the white slave trade. On the selling side, I should point out. It was, you know, telephone stuff, mostly mail-order work, in fact. It was pretty dull, but that got me my next job, which was as director of pharmaceutical research for ICI. God knows why, because I don’t know anything about drugs, but, uh, I did do a pretty good interview. But they rumbled me eventually; all I could think of to say was that the pills ought to be oblong instead of round, and after a couple of weeks, you know, they threw me out. Which was fine with me, because I needed a break, and I went and joined this, this group of travelling loss adjusters. Because, in the summer, you see, there aren’t many losses that need adjusting, and what they do is that they go round the seaside resorts putting on loss-adjusting shows for children. Which was quite fun. Uh, got me drunk a lot, though. Those loss adjusters can stick it away, it’s unbelievable. Then after that I spent a couple of months as Princess Anne’s assistant, um, but I chucked that in because, you know, it’s perfectly obvious they were never going to make me Princess Anne no matter how well I did the job. And it was a question of who you were rather than how well you did the job, and I hate that. I just can’t bear that. It’s…
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Post by Papa 'Biz' Legba on May 30, 2021 6:49:29 GMT -5
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Post by President Ackbar mini™ on May 31, 2021 11:20:16 GMT -5
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Post by President Ackbar mini™ on Jun 3, 2021 16:15:46 GMT -5
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Post by Salzackbar mini™ on Jun 3, 2021 20:44:18 GMT -5
QUICK TIP FOR BOSSES! Employees don’t appreciate it when you write, “Sorry if this is a pain in the ass, but…,” assign them extra work because you fired the department that used to do that work, and don’t pay them one nickel more for doing it.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2021 14:21:18 GMT -5
Tomatillos are not tomatoes, but both are in the nightshade family. The word “nightshade” sounds way too cool to apply to tomatoes.
Coming soon to DisneyFlix... Marvel’s Nightshade. A superhero that makes his own ketchup.
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Post by Salzackbar mini™ on Jun 4, 2021 14:48:58 GMT -5
Tomatillos are not tomatoes, but both are in the nightshade family. The word “nightshade” sounds way too cool to apply to tomatoes. Coming soon to DisneyFlix... Marvel’s Nightshade. A superhero that makes his own ketchup. You could probably do a good thriller about someone poisoning someone else with the toxin from the tomato plant ( tomatine) and call it Nightshade…
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Post by Chalice_Of_Evil on Jun 5, 2021 19:10:10 GMT -5
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Post by President Ackbar mini™ on Jun 6, 2021 13:35:00 GMT -5
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Post by Papa 'Biz' Legba on Jun 6, 2021 14:21:39 GMT -5
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Post by Salzackbar mini™ on Jun 8, 2021 12:39:59 GMT -5
To be fair, they spelled Frasier right.
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Post by catface on Jun 8, 2021 15:58:09 GMT -5
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Post by Chalice_Of_Evil on Jun 8, 2021 21:02:49 GMT -5
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Post by Papa 'Biz' Legba on Jun 9, 2021 2:16:10 GMT -5
Funny, if I didnt just happen to watch that specific clip on youtube recently, I really wouldnt have understood that joke lol
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Post by Weirdraptor mini™ on Jun 9, 2021 18:15:10 GMT -5
Uncle Qrow's drunk again!
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Post by Salzackbar mini™ on Jun 10, 2021 15:27:39 GMT -5
The first hour of the movie is essentially Santa’s origin story. I know, did we really need to see Santa-Man’s origin story again? (Also, I sat through the entire end credits and they didn’t even explain how it was linked to Thanos.)
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Post by Weirdraptor mini™ on Jun 10, 2021 17:36:40 GMT -5
The first hour of the movie is essentially Santa’s origin story. I know, did we really need to see Santa-Man’s origin story again? (Also, I sat through the entire end credits and they didn’t even explain how it was linked to Thanos.) Funnily enough, we have seen Santa's "origins" enough times in enough different movies and TV productions for that to be a legit post someone might make.
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Post by Chalice_Of_Evil on Jun 11, 2021 2:10:46 GMT -5
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Post by President Ackbar mini™ on Jun 14, 2021 10:28:12 GMT -5
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Post by Salzackbar mini™ on Jun 16, 2021 15:50:39 GMT -5
Timothy, it’s time you knew who you were. Twenty-five years ago the doctors told your mother and me that it would be impossible for us ever to have children. I can’t remember the exact reason; it was something to do with penises, I think. So we decided to adopt a child. And after a great deal of shopping around, we chose you from a new edge-of-town orphanage. On your seventh birthday a man called round to this house. His name was Furlough Roth. He took out a small, multi-bladed knife and placed it in this drawer, the drawer you have just opened, Timothy. He then closed the drawer and said that only the Chosen One would be able to open it. You, Timothy, you are the Chosen One! And this knife is Berwail the Avenger, the weapon of the Chosen One. Tomorrow is your 25th birthday, and you must leave us to go in search of Punack the Destroyer, the Dark One, the Beast! When the Fourth Moon of Trollok rises above the Cylinder of Ilace, then Punack will strike! His kingdom shall be numberless, and darkness will blight the land. All men will be slaves and the Time of Weeping will begin. Only the Chosen One can stop Him; so it is written in the Runes of Alamangoth, and so it must be! And only Berwail the Avenger can pierce the armour of the Beast. You will find Punack far beyond, in Saffron Walden. You must go there. Surprise is the key. If He knew that you were after Him, He would set the Minions of Threek on you. Become a part of the community. Get a job in a canning factory. Bide your time. Only Teece the Wise One can tell you how you will know Punack the Destroyer. After six months, when you have been accepted by the Saffron Walden community, then Furlough Roth will call on you and show you how you might find Teece! Together, set out on your quest to rid the world of Punack forever! Now take Berwail the Avenger, go upstairs and wash your hands for lunch.
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Post by Weirdraptor mini™ on Jun 16, 2021 19:09:26 GMT -5
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