IA! IA!wha wa wa wa wa-wa wa waaaaaaaahThat's some powerful reasoning. Must come from having a big braaaaaaaaain... would you like a brochure for the coming Zombpocalypse? Braaaaaaaaaains {wipes away drool} are high in protein and low in calories.Careful, ZPDG. You take all his brain and it's less for the Dark Lord's army.
He will RISE.
Gentleman Nurn...
*poofs back to Limbo upon death, being an Outsider*
Well... that was certainly not what I expected, nnnnooooo.
*poofs back to Limbo upon death, being an Outsider*
Well... that was certainly not what I expected, nnnnooooo.
Awww...you don't want a shiny black ring??
No one wants the shiny black ring.... :'(
*poofs back to Limbo upon death, being an Outsider*
Well... that was certainly not what I expected, nnnnooooo.
Awww...you don't want a shiny black ring??
No one wants the shiny black ring.... :'(
I would love the ring. But I'll need a moment to planeshift back to you.
YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH!!!I've had tea. And biscuits.
And how, pray tell, am I supposed to partake of the ambrosia that is a good cup of Darjeeling with a shade of milk and two lumps of sugar if I keep my mouth shut, my good man?
Or to put it more succinctly: I'm nae takin' any oorders from some wee wolfie gobshite.
Even with yer jaw wired shut they'll still feed ya yer precious wood water through a tube in the hospital after I'm done wit ya. I'll bite ya in the face so hard you'll poot teeth, ya gob eyed minnow! Up with pastsa! Down with tea! Sideways with pie! Straight ahead with humor! Fight the power!
The money was provided by the People Against Pastafarian Supremacy EvAngalistic Reform, or PAPSMEAR.... we gotta get a new name guys.... which is in turn funded by the widow of Chef Boyardee herself. After his coma and eventual death from pasta consumption she new she had to save people from the wickedness of the noodle! The poor dear works so hard towards this end, despite her own morbid obesity brought about by a life of sucking down every sauce dripping noodle her husband shoved in her mouth.
You... you DARE insult Saint Boyardee?!
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You... you DARE insult Saint Boyardee?!
The money was provided by the People Against Pastafarian Supremacy EvAngalistic Reform, or PAPSMEAR.... we gotta get a new name guys.... which is in turn funded by the widow of Chef Boyardee herself. After his coma and eventual death from pasta consumption she new she had to save people from the wickedness of the noodle! The poor dear works so hard towards this end, despite her own morbid obesity brought about by a life of sucking down every sauce dripping noodle her husband shoved in her mouth.
Yes.
To The Jade, Me - a threat to liberty? Quite the contrary. I am a freedom fighter. Trying my best to free the people from the cruel and unusual punishment being inflicted upon the masses by your coma-inducing, diabetes-producing, waistline-enlarging, temptress that is pasta. Follow the money? Absolutely. The Pastafarians are consistently the largest donators to the multitude of political hand puppets that support your evil tyranny of the kitchen.
The brave souls that have pledged their support to PAPSMEAR are reaching out right now to the grass roots organizations around the world rising up against the dominion of starches, the deadly triumvirate of pasta, potatoes, and rice. The PPR has long held the world hostage in its iron kettle carbohydrate hell but no more! You can tempt our taste buds but you cannot take our F-R-E-E-D-O-M!
Oh you poor, sad anti-pastatist.
That's the thing about conspiracy theories, they're impossible to prove because everything you say is based on an anecdote you think you heard from some kook on the radio, or got off the net from some other kook. And since people who subscribe to such idiocies never have enough legitimate depth in a subject to understand the facts enough to check them, they become experts of a fraudulent sequence of alleged facts, able to weave a tapestry of BS that looks excitingly provocative and seems to hold together from a distance. However the closer you get to this fabric of inventions, the more is smells of offal and the easier it is to tell that the weave has yawning holes itself, and that this weave will not keep you warm at night in the existential void where your paranoid, suggestible mind twitches rather than slumbers. All your masters have done is teach you how to use fantasy and your own belief that you're smarter than everyone else to bridge the unknowns... the gaps in our collective knowledge surrounding a situation or incident. But if convenience is all you care about, keep being small minded and build a toilet into your La-Z-Boy. And keep it down, the adults are talking.
Now a spaghetti tapestry? That would actually hold together! I THINK I PROVED MY POINT HERE!
Yes.You... you DARE insult Saint Boyardee?!
The money was provided by the People Against Pastafarian Supremacy EvAngalistic Reform, or PAPSMEAR.... we gotta get a new name guys.... which is in turn funded by the widow of Chef Boyardee herself. After his coma and eventual death from pasta consumption she new she had to save people from the wickedness of the noodle! The poor dear works so hard towards this end, despite her own morbid obesity brought about by a life of sucking down every sauce dripping noodle her husband shoved in her mouth.
Though his products were sh*te
To the states he brought lightHe boxed heaven itself
Manna on our shelf!
Though it tasted quite poor
It came to our store
And we learned from his slop
How to come out on top
With our own pasta fare
We dined like the may'r
So Saint Boyardee
Thanks for macaroni
Ah, sweet memories. I remember singing that my first year in the cadets. I was a rigatoni raider, putanesca division.
This is my penne!
This is my gun!!
One is for dinner!
One is for fun!
That makes me so ANGRY.
Tea is like like religion over here.
Oh, wait, yeah, I get it now...
;)
You anti-pastafarians can't defeat us!!! We have more than half of the world's population on our side, with most of Asia, part of Europe and large pockets of South America and of the United States!!! Plus we already have our own Elder God!!! We're invincible!!! And note the exclamation points!!! You can't defeat the exclamation points!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Mine is an evil laugh!!!
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Speaking as a non-American, I find it weird and creepy how you guys over there spend your whole time getting worked up about stuff like this. I mean, in the UK, pasta is simply a choice. We don't make a big deal of it, and most of the population doesn't even think about it. Frankly, you are considered strange if you go on about it.Well, sure. For you Brits, it's just another food to throw in a pot and boil until the taste goes away.[jest]
So very very very true. I've seen the face of traditional British cuisine, and its name is spitnweep.
And thing is, we're all having a fake row over pasta here. Flailing about dramatically over nothing for the pleasure of consequence-free debate for a change. But speaking of what's truly creepy, Brits are just craaaaaaazy for that tea, man. Just craaaaaaaaaazy for that tea. While true that some Americans used it as a thin excuse to start a war, we just wanted to fight the Brits after living under the yoke of their pitifully impaired palates. We didn't actually like tea. It tastes like incense bong water. Such pretty art on the boxes though. Why? To distract people's attention from the flavor and suppress the gag reflex.
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That makes me so ANGRY.
Tea is like like religion over here.
Oh, wait, yeah, I get it now...
That's what I call macaroni.
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As well as a silver dragon!~~~~~~~
Aaaaah.....crimson, crimson,......I don't see why you waste so much time trying to reason with these wet noodles.
It's putting a strain on your sanity.Just.......they say tomato, we'll say tomahto and be done with it....oh, wait; that sounds too much like trying to live in harmony, which is inherently illogical.
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That's what I call macaroni.Speaking as a non-American, I find it weird and creepy how you guys over there spend your whole time getting worked up about stuff like this. I mean, in the UK, pasta is simply a choice. We don't make a big deal of it, and most of the population doesn't even think about it. Frankly, you are considered strange if you go on about it.Well, sure. For you Brits, it's just another food to throw in a pot and boil until the taste goes away.[jest]
So very very very true. I've seen the face of traditional British cuisine, and its name is spitnweep.
And thing is, we're all having a fake row over pasta here. Flailing about dramatically over nothing for the pleasure of consequence-free debate for a change. But speaking of what's truly creepy, Brits are just craaaaaaazy for that tea, man. Just craaaaaaaaaazy for that tea. While true that some Americans used it as a thin excuse to start a war, we just wanted to fight the Brits after living under the yoke of their pitifully impaired palates. We didn't actually like tea. It tastes like incense bong water. Such pretty art on the boxes though. Why? To distract people's attention from the flavor and suppress the gag reflex.
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That makes me so ANGRY.
Tea is like like religion over here.
Oh, wait, yeah, I get it now...
Yankee doodle was such a dandy though. Should we really believe anything he said?
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~Ah but we HAVE TILDA'S~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As well as a silver dragon!~~~~~~~Aaaaah.....crimson, crimson,......I don't see why you waste so much time trying to reason with these wet noodles.
It's putting a strain on your sanity.
Just.......they say tomato, we'll say tomahto and be done with it....oh, wait; that sounds too much like trying to live in harmony, which is inherently illogical.
Or... "You say tomato, and we put it on our pasta."
All I know is... and I don't mean to raise a panic here, but if anti-Pastafarian Intelligence somehow discovers a way to make all our pasta overcook, this war is over before it started. We should allocate funds to research new ways to govern and maintain perfect consistency.
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~Ah but we HAVE TILDA'S~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As well as a silver dragon!~~~~~~~Aaaaah.....crimson, crimson,......I don't see why you waste so much time trying to reason with these wet noodles.
It's putting a strain on your sanity.
Just.......they say tomato, we'll say tomahto and be done with it....oh, wait; that sounds too much like trying to live in harmony, which is inherently illogical.
I am not sure I have any of this sanity of which you speak. I can't test it or qualify it. How can I be sure it exists? I mean I can take someones word for it and that many people claim to have some of it, but people are inherently untrustworthy so what else can I do.
wooop woop left turn at Albuquerque, the cats in the cradle while the cow jumps over the moon is blue.
Lettuce boil over this pot until it is guey soupish stuff
I am not sure I have any of this sanity of which you speak. I can't test it or qualify it.
What do you mean you can't test it? Just roll for SAN! Here let me roll for you... Huh, you are right. You have none of it. Have you been messing with any elder gods lately?
Even with yer jaw wired shut they'll still feed ya yer precious wood water through a tube in the hospital after I'm done wit ya. I'll bite ya in the face so hard you'll poot teeth, ya gob eyed minnow! Up with pastsa! Down with tea! Sideways with pie! Straight ahead with humor! Fight the power!YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH!!!I've had tea. And biscuits.
And how, pray tell, am I supposed to partake of the ambrosia that is a good cup of Darjeeling with a shade of milk and two lumps of sugar if I keep my mouth shut, my good man?
Or to put it more succinctly: I'm nae takin' any oorders from some wee wolfie gobshite.
Ye could'na bite the heid off one o' yer's own fleas, ya mangy coon-chaser. But if ye's want some good pasta this is where I go when I'm down near the Clyde.
You don't want to be there at the same time as me, though - the only reason we haven't gotten rid of all the wolves in Sweden is so we can have something to hunt when we get fed up with elk and deer.
Ye could'na bite the heid off one o' yer's own fleas, ya mangy coon-chaser. But if ye's want some good pasta this is where I go when I'm down near the Clyde.You don't want to be there at the same time as me, though - the only reason we haven't gotten rid of all the wolves in Sweden is so we can have something to hunt when we get fed up with elk and deer.
Why I'll have you know good sir that I have snipcapitated entire races of fleas. I am flea genocide made fur matted flesh. I am ender of buggy worlds.
While I approve of the Clyde and the good work they do, clearly the Tea Army is using the pro pasta/anti pasta argument as a stage to further its own dark agenda.
9 out of 10 super experts agree, tea tastes like the spit of a mouth breathing chain smoker, and that dissenting 1 in 10 is too old to be able to taste anymore.
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Ye could'na bite the heid off one o' yer's own fleas, ya mangy coon-chaser. But if ye's want some good pasta this is where I go when I'm down near the Clyde.You don't want to be there at the same time as me, though - the only reason we haven't gotten rid of all the wolves in Sweden is so we can have something to hunt when we get fed up with elk and deer.
Why I'll have you know good sir that I have snipcapitated entire races of fleas. I am flea genocide made fur matted flesh. I am ender of buggy worlds.
While I approve of the Clyde and the good work they do, clearly the Tea Army is using the pro pasta/anti pasta argument as a stage to further its own dark agenda.
9 out of 10 super experts agree, tea tastes like the spit of a mouth breathing chain smoker, and that dissenting 1 in 10 is too old to be able to taste anymore.
I have taste receptors and I will have you know I like a little tea in my sugar, thank you.
To Zombie Pizza Delivery Girl - Thank you. My brain is quite large but I'm kind of attached to it. No need for a brochure. I already have my zombie plan.
Awww, you'd be a great dinner-, er, recruit.
Careful, ZPDG. You take all his brain and it's less for the Dark Lord's army.
He will RISE.
Dark Lord? I'm here to create mini-onions for Dread Lord Ju-Ju Aberzombie and to chew gum. {chews gum}
mangy coon-chaser
Also, UP WITH LADY GREY'S BLEND (and down with her knickers).
Also, UP WITH LADY GREY'S BLEND (and down with her knickers).
Well now this we can agree on!
We have an accord. The debate has been successful now those who love Pasta and those who do not can walk hand in hand to the restaurant and eat from the buffet of life together!Also, UP WITH LADY GREY'S BLEND (and down with her knickers).Well now this we can agree on!
This deserves an anthem. Someone commission Sousa. He's always good for a march or two.
No beer and strippers for you.
Mayonnaise!!!
Gish? Wow. This thread really has hit an all new low.
Meh! I can make my own beer, and Mrs. Zombie would just kill the strippers anyway.
Fair enough. Good luck storming the castle.
Well, I've got a holocaust cloak. Now all I need are a spanish swordsman, a giant, and a man in black.
...and a wheelbarrel.
Oh yeah, almost forgot about that. Have you seen any albinos around that I could get one from?Well, I've got a holocaust cloak. Now all I need are a spanish swordsman, a giant, and a man in black....and a wheelbarrel.
*rides up in a hydra-drawn wheelbarrow*
You rang? Not albino but I have white fur, close enough!
CourtFool wrote:
Gish? Wow. This thread really has hit an all new low.
Yeah what can you do.
When you hit the rock bottom, theres only one thing left to do: Start digging!
When you hit the rock bottom, theres only one thing left to do: Start digging!CourtFool wrote:
Gish? Wow. This thread really has hit an all new low.
Yeah what can you do.
I've never been to Asia.
I had to eat my wife's leftover pasta tonight. Ugh. Don't get Pad Thai at the Cheesecake Factory...