Oh, maaaaan, this red Leb is something else. Like, I feel the walls are closing in around me...
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Goats in white satin...
Ohhh maaaaan, that stuff hits hard.
Behold! What Dionysiac ululations,
You're, like, the Great Khan of Wrongolia, man. I gotta stick of tea, a book of Alan Corso poetry, and Pulg's Incredible Bongo Band going bebapbebapbebapbediddlybapdebopdeboo, and the scene is stone cold swingin' like GoatToucher's bulbous [REDACTED], baby!!!!
Okay, which one of us is this?Doesn't load for me. Like, a summary. *Ahem* Boneless chicken wings.
I told the City Council
You could replace all those squares with like, one hepcat, baby.
And I'm, uhhh, hitting the pot with, like, a... a chicken, man. Hey, Foghorn, don't bogart that joint.
Something just seems wrong about using the words "modern" and "groovy" in the same sentence. Huh? What? Like, have you not heard that new disc Bird laid down with Dizzy? Get yourself a ticket out of Squaresville, man.
"How uncouth. I mean really the youth these days no patience for anything. rush, Rush, Rush." Oh man, I know. It's like, take your foot off the gas, Leonidas, and open your Spartan mind to the fire-tentacled bebop Buddah snow squid of Mt. Shasta, zeeboowah.
You snappin' your trap at me, Daddio, or is it the Voice of the Void speaking?
Bebop skadiddley doobie.
Yeah! Yeah! Pound those bongos! We're in the groove! Far out! Gimme some squeezebox, man!
Zoolock, a biddly deedle dooble docky sock, vrock rock a roonie, baku that pally babap a bop bedoo. That's hep-talk, man. I know for sure There ain't no squares In Singapore.
Like, I remember getting 'Dark Side of the 'Mash' in Quadratic WampiSound. Man, what a way-out trip that was.
Like, dig *snat* *snat* *snat* *snat* Oh, fawltaroonie, ziggedy-bop, riff on your horn, the brass tentacle of Bodhisattvas, immortal Bird!
Like, we sent him to Hippie Prison, man. It's, uh, a hole, yeah, but the hole is full of... gluten, and, like, nudity is forbidden, and you have no access to the Buddha Mind, and you're not allowed anything but stems and seeds to smoke. It's a total, total, total bummer, dude.
But do you eat rodents? I'm a raw food fruitarian, man.
Like, we're all one consciousness, man. The differences don't matter.
Man, your cheeseburger can do that?! Like, ffffaaaaaarr ooouuuutttt....
Depends what I've been smoking, man. That Panamanian Fluffprong Catnip is some gooooooood s************t.
Yeah, way to harsh the vibe, Captain Ninja Bringdown.
Like, cooooosmic, man
Like, I can see wolves, man. Wolves wearing aprons, man The apron-wearing wolves are feeding me cookies, man. Faaaaar ouuuut.
I toast the participants of this thread. Ya'll can go home now. Competition is over. I got this one. Oh man, I'm so toasted. You would not believe how toasted I am. Competition, though? Not cool. Way to harsh my buzz, Colonel Bummer.
Like, I saw the name and I tried to smoke one, but all I got was a headache. Way to harsh my vibe, man.
Like, you're trying too hard, man. Numbers are a prison!
This is the Dark beedleydweedlyBopestry, man. Dig? Come on, Heppie, let's make like a tree and get outta here! *Tip of tail is blown off by Mammy's last blast of buckshot*
Like, downtown Chillsville, Dads. Let's split!
Oh, great, you've got things priced in pounds, Hep. They don't like people from New England, what are they going to do to you? "I don't care, man - I've still got, like, six lives left. Besides..." *Rips off fur, revealing musclear young man in powdered wig and hussar's uniform* AY AM ECTUALLY COLONEL TARLETON, COME TO TEACH YOU DEMMED RREBELS TO USE A CIVILAISED CURRENCY TO PAY FOR YOUR PANTY LAINERS AND MOULDY INDIAN SNACKS. GOD SAVE THE KI.... *Hussar's uniform rips open in a cloud of blood and gold braid, revealing a bedraggled-looking cat in a black polo neck and beret* "Far out!" *Notices corpse of Colonel Tarleton* "Wow, sorry, man!"
*Presently dangling in mid-air, suspended from the goblin's sticky little paw* "Man, that was far out. I'm, like, gone, daddio.You wouldn't believe what was in that thing's stomach!" *Produces: 1) A 12 pack of gold plated panty liners (£346.49)
Heeeey! Like, groovy.
*Goes to sleep for about 16 hours. Wakes up. Licks bottom. Sprays all over the tree* Huhwuh? Heey, there are, like, chick cats 'round here! (To the tune of 'Dixie') MYOW YOW YOW YOW YOW RROW ROW! MEEOW! MEEOWWWW! oobyboo skeebadiddly boodly wahbop MRROW YOW YOW MEE-OW MRAU YOW YOW! MEEOW MRAU YOW YOW OWYOOW! yebipbip jefferson davis bop de BOOGIE *falls off branch* Ohhh maaaaaaan
HSSSCH!! TSCCHSSSS!! ZZZKH!!! Skippedy BAP BAP YABOODLEY BOP REEBAWOO KLOOK-A-MOP SPADOOWAH
*Shoots up a tree, lashing tail and hissing* Oh maaan. Totally not cool...
*Stumbles into sight, snapping fingers and dribbling* Wibbley BEE-DA BOOP BOOPA DOO-OOH, VOUTAROONIE! Heeey! Like, far out, baby. Wowzerstan, man! Your necks really are, like, totally crimson! *holds out paw* You spare any change? I'm totally strung out here, dudes.
I'm, like, not even a dwarf planet, man, and you're laying all this heavy s**t on me. Like, get busy like Dizzy and cool it - read some Lao Tzu, man. Oo boo dooby dooby dweebalabbaly bop bop, etc. |