M: God it's hard to have to constantly respond to you brain defect.....
yack yack yack....whatever. this is more aprpo
Imagine our world invaded by alien pod people who snatched up bodiesand infected their brains. And imagine these aliens thought that they were normal and the rest of us were sick. Now imagine you could see the pods with their tentacles wrapped around their skulls and the holes where they penetrated into the brain. Now imagine that written on the pods were letters that spelled FOX BROADCASTING. How would you save the country from this plague. Remember that any effort to get the brain infected to see the pods would fail.
that's cool! reminds me of a story about this guy who was bound & determined to help lead his fellow travelers, and was convinced he held the key to that which was required for such a lofty endeavour. after all wasn't his tinfoil hat the height of fashion, didn't his intellectual prowess surpass every adolescent in the village?
so he set out to build his empire. one of the first thoughts that occured to him was that a catchy name would help draw in members. as he was the biological product of his mother and his brother, his reasoning led him to believe that this name should include both an "M" and a "B".
with that in place he began his search. some of the 'M' words he considered using were, macrocephalic (big head), macrotous (big eared), macaronic (mixed up), macies (atrophied-senile type), maggotorium (place wher maggots are bred), maillot (tights worn by ballet dancer), malacophilous (pollinated by snails), mammila (nipple). there were others, but these he felt set the tone for his eventual decision.
for "B" his search was just as diligent. he was determined to possess the most enlightened name that could possibly exist, so on he forged! baculum (penis bone), balanism (use of suppositories), baragouin (unitelligibile language), belonephilia (sexual obsession with sharp objects), and finally, bidenticulate-bifarious-bifid-biduous (having two teeth-organized in two rows-divided in two by a deep split-lasting two days). there were others, but these he felt set the tone for his eventual decision.
the day finally arrived where our soon to be cult leader was to make his decision. he paced, he pondered, he had done his research, but something was still missing. yet he remained convinced the answer was in reach. being unable to finalize this first step he decided to take a break and try latter.
he walked up the basement stairs and knocked on the door leading to his mother's kitchen, "hey mom can i come out of my room please" said our hero. "you know the process, ask your brother" mom replied. hearing the commotion his brother walked over and opened the basement door, "what do you want?" queried the brother/father, "i want to come out, can i please?", "you know the process" his sibling smirked. so our leader turned around, dropped his drawers, bent over and spread his cheeks. "what's that called?" said his bro-pop. "mooning" he sniveled, continuing "why are you beaming so"...
the rest is history