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*Looks up the definition of asymptotic. Decides to unlearn the knowledge. Not using such words will definitely better one’s social life.*

Any more math jokes and I report you to Freehold.

Chiming? Triangle.

So it has been said.

Hit her with your best shot, probably.

It’s one of the project bands.

OK then.

RRRGH! AUGH!!! GRRR! UUUUROOOGH! LOOMS! CLOCKWORK DILDOES! STEAM-POWERED HUMMUS LATHES! ATOMIC TROUSER PRESSES! WINDMILLS - I HATE THEM ALL!!!!! THEY MAKE ME SO CROSS!!!! HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE!!!!

Nailed it.

Meh.

No, I’m not wrong.
Heydrich sucks blood. (‘Cause vampire.)
Malodor smells bad. (‘Cause unbathed.)

I guess”please”is an euphemism for suck your blood until you’re a dry husk.

Bumptious Wazzock wrote:

Pulg's Fairy Accordion Band wrote:

We have featured on many of their hit recordings. Gods, we wish we hadn't.

Was this before or after Count Reiner Heydrich taught you guys how to read?

He taught us to read, yes, but wouldn't tell us what any of the words meant.

Better that way.

The kind of hits that make you say ooof!

What about ‘em?

Sometimes very briefly.

Briefly.

You and the Canadian hard rock band, Rush. Are you like them, having a passage to Bangkok? Aboard the Thailand Express?

[Yoda voice] Ooh. Doomed to fail are you. Again.[/Yoda voice]

Or fondled. Depending on what you’re in the mood for.

You have to use a ‘tater masher.

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An orange MG
That’s where
I’d like to be
drivin’ an
orange MG
give you a
rope and
behind you
could be
skiing behind
an orange
MG.
And all for free.

Boils up some nice trench froast.

Ure if you aye o, why not?

*Grab a nearby telephone and dial a number.*

Hello? Looney bin? I’ve got another one for you.

There, fixed that for you.

And some ice cream.

Like it were 1699.

*Does not litter.*

Who!? Who, who, who, who!?

Who cares. As long as they cried “Havoc.” That’s all that matters.

Some things just can’t be known.

Noooo…

No.

Mascara that has run is it’s own special, awesome fashion statement.

But what makes them woozy?

Torc is a Celtic neck wear. But yeah, that got past me old spell check. Happens sometimes.

Talk torc for us gear heads and motor enthusiast out there.

A gelatinous bouffant?

Ahem. The fish were a loan, not a gift. I’ll be needing them back now…

You might be able to find an Ambrosia Slaad.

And entropy takes another nibble at reality, doesn’t like the flavor and spits it back out.

You two are the ones that cut down that big sycamore, aren’t you?

Weed are the World.

Salsa-polka! Woo! Hoo!

Now I want a Rolex. So thanks. Thanks a lot.

Watch in, watch out.
Hop up and down.
Scream and shout.

*Decides not to think about where Bumptious Wazzock might be putting the watch in.

I can’t be held responsible for warnings unheeded.

And then somebody threw a rock and we got a band called: Glass on the Flow.

Per my search engine AI there are at least two bands called Windows or the Windows. I’m not familiar with either.

Congratulations!

I see no harm in it.

And Good Night.

You’d get a horn that only plays flats and sharps.