
The Jade |

Nick says do an ad and this is what happened.
You may find this funny. I did a 51 second long commercial for Sinister Adventures on the fly last Thursday and Ed Healy placed it into a good few podcasts, such as the latest Tome Show. Go to this site and choose the Promo 1: Travel the Razor Coast download. Hit the play button. Don't play it loud at work. Really.
I'm available for parties. Massage costs extra.

The Jade |

Nice. You got that whole DJ voice thing going on.
Thanks, Shiny. Let me sing the call letters: W...A...R...P!
"I am a D.J., I am what I play
Can't turn around no, can't turn around, no, oh, ooh..."
I'm opening an escort service for swine.
Interested?
Pearl Necklaces Before Swine... great service... I highly recommend.
(Don't tell Manpig)
Who knows? He may have a pirate fetish.
::Blink::
::Blink::
::Blink::
...
::BlinkBlink::
...
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AAAAHHHH AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!! Niiiice.
Ah, sweet porcine amor. When does it ever fail to entertain?
Cute. Very cute. Having fun? I hope so. (we sure are...)
If someone doesn't let me do another commercial soon I'll just implode into a black hole of my own questionable taste. I needs me an outlet something fierce.

The Jade |

Hilarious! :D
Arrrrrrrrrrr! Thank ye!
Rock!
Can you do one with video, maybe on YouTube ??
Well, I have a HD videocamera and HD editing software. Considering I could probably get permission to film on the nearby Clearwater Sloop, and it wouldn't take all that much to piratize me... it could probably be done.

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Lilith wrote:Hilarious! :DArrrrrrrrrrr! Thank ye!
Tensor wrote:Well, I have a HD videocamera and HD editing software. Considering I could probably get permission to film on the nearby Clearwater Sloop, and it wouldn't take all that much to piratize me... it could probably be done.Rock!
Can you do one with video, maybe on YouTube ??
DO IT.

The Jade |

The Jade wrote:You just had to bring that up, didn't you.LOL...
I'm hearing Stiller as Starsky insisting DO IT!
DO IT!
It wasn't me. Strange women in fuscia wet suits and brandishing crotch-mounted cheese batons drugged me and implanted a chip in my noodle. It forces me to say things... terrible things...
::shudders and hugs himself::
Spit bubble paradise eats its own!
See?!
::charges off in a terrified fit of self loathing::

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The Eldritch Mr. Shiny wrote:The Jade wrote:You just had to bring that up, didn't you.LOL...
I'm hearing Stiller as Starsky insisting DO IT!
DO IT!
It wasn't me. Strange women in fuscia wet suits and brandishing crotch-mounted cheese batons drugged me and implanted a chip in my noodle. It forces me to say things... terrible things...
::shudders and hugs himself::
Spit bubble paradise eats its own!
See?!
::charges off in a terrified fit of self loathing::
I brought you scissors. Don't kill me.

The Jade |

Rone took the scissors. His chip told him, "Conjoined knives... freaks!" but Rone paid this guttural whisper no mind as he steadied his hand and plunged one of the blades into his left ear.
Working his way in deeper, until up to the elbow in pink, scrambled eggledom, the chip eventually slid out from his head atop an oozing wave of thought juice like some kind of motherboard-themed surfboard.
Rone wiped the scissors clean on his thigh and presented them back to Shiny, the man who had so thoughtfully freed him from the curse of mad speech.

Kobold Catgirl |

Rone took the scissors. His chip told him, "Conjoined knives... freaks!" but Rone paid this guttural whisper no mind as he steadied his hand and plunged one of the blades into his left ear.
Working his way in deeper, until up to the elbow in pink, scrambled eggledom, the chip eventually slid out from his head atop an oozing wave of thought juice like some kind of motherboard-themed surfboard.
Rone wiped the scissors clean on his thigh and presented them back to Shiny, the man who had so thoughtfully freed him from the curse of mad speech.
The kobold ran in and began scooping up the thought juice, glad that he would have a good supper.

The Jade |

The kobold ran in and began scooping up the thought juice, glad that he would have a good supper.
Every little bits helps. Do what you can, with my blessing.
Nicolas Logue wrote:Mooj is DIRTY! I love him! :-)
EDIT: The best thing is: Mooj's avatar LOOKS like he's doing something untoward to a pig! LOL!
How would you know?
.....on second thoughts, don't answer that.
Nick wrote the book on it. Seriously. You can get it on Amazon and it even comes with a one-use, high powered sublingual tranq tab on the inside cover (less hoofmarks to the head for your pioneering descent into zoolove).

The Jade |

Pork....it's the other white meat.
See, now I've done irrepairable damage to myself by forming what was supposed to be temporary connection between the rather seperate ideas of pigs and sexiness. When I read your post I actually heard (playing in my mental background):
Get down... get down...
Get down... get down...
From Kool and the Gang's Jungle Boogie.
What have I done? If I hear funky porn bass lines everytime someone brings up Wilbur from Charlotte's Web... or Babe...
Ba Ram Ewe takes on a whole different--
GOD NO!

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Rone took the scissors. His chip told him, "Conjoined knives... freaks!" but Rone paid this guttural whisper no mind as he steadied his hand and plunged one of the blades into his left ear.
Working his way in deeper, until up to the elbow in pink, scrambled eggledom, the chip eventually slid out from his head atop an oozing wave of thought juice like some kind of motherboard-themed surfboard.
Rone wiped the scissors clean on his thigh and presented them back to Shiny, the man who had so thoughtfully freed him from the curse of mad speech.
Now, all we need is for Gary to change your posts into Copperplate Gothic, and we're set.

The Jade |

The Jade wrote:Now, all we need is for Gary to change your posts into Copperplate Gothic, and we're set.Rone took the scissors. His chip told him, "Conjoined knives... freaks!" but Rone paid this guttural whisper no mind as he steadied his hand and plunged one of the blades into his left ear.
Working his way in deeper, until up to the elbow in pink, scrambled eggledom, the chip eventually slid out from his head atop an oozing wave of thought juice like some kind of motherboard-themed surfboard.
Rone wiped the scissors clean on his thigh and presented them back to Shiny, the man who had so thoughtfully freed him from the curse of mad speech.
You, sir, are a font of wise font usage.