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The non-sequitur rant thread

kranky

kranky

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If you've never tried laser-etching a DB25 connector onto a leather ottoman, you won't care if it's raining or not. So many of those clueless L. Ron Hubbard wannabes get in the middle of the stands with that constant "Barriers to entry! Barriers to entry!" chant it makes me want to tidy up. You'd think they would have heard by now that you can't buy chocolate mousse in cake form. That's right, Hubbies, you're powdered!

I don't know why they don't take their circus peanuts, their lemurs, and that annoying velodrome and move the heck out. If you can't accept the restrictions of the Inclined Footbridge Rehabilitation Act of 1922 (as amended), then you have no business even looking for that Chef Boyardee webcam. It's brown, it's moist, it's empirical. That's all it can be, Skippy!

I've said it before but I must say it again: The ostrich flies at night. If that's not clear enough to get them to understand, then I'm prepared to write to every gravel-eyed mooch on the turnpike and demand a refund.

OK, I'm glad I got that out of my system. Your turn.
 
It's not the wrong forum! It's a non-sequitur rant! Didn't you even read about the lemurs? They won't move out! No drugs. It's the spin cycle all over again.

Doesn't anyone else have one?
 
If eggplant living with carpet tack a big fan of scooby snack about apartment building, then light bulb near turkey reads a magazine.Still sanitize her from salad dressing inside, prefer her bicep related to midwife with piroshki near chain saw.cheese wheel near panics, and polar bear from fighter pilot flies into a rage; however, cup inside tabloid conquer. escapee chinchilla cop metallography guild act dowry

Got to Love spam.
 
Originally posted by: Bootprint
cheese wheel near panics
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Now you're talking! I remember that! Need more rant to balance out the non-sequiturs, though. Gravy cures a multitude of late payments.
 
"the thing"

they say it's the mistery of the dessert. pudding or cake? i think cake, but naomi is sure it's pudding. but what does she know about firehoses. i mean it's damn dry! -limp like a woldflower in october mosales. it's like those granma-homies, ride'n high in thier trikes. pudding they say. i say ney, i say cake. dry dry dyr. pudding wouldn't last 29 hours out here. one guy thought it might be pie, we all laughed and laughed. pie it was not! retard, they know it's cake. one of them asked chocolate or white. german! nein, nein, from the tourists, pound or yellow. then came naomi. PUDDING!!!!!! HA. silly woman. the hose just flung her around. they argued, but i knew. 10 is not pudding, new mexico is just too close. but what of the frosting? no frosting! just CAKE! with the mud in my hair, cake from the mouth, i knew, boyhowdy did i know......pudding



firehoses get you everytime.
 
It's one of those bookshelves, where spines and jellyfish can't evolve into primordial soup to save their own cotton. Every second I paperclip in a beautiful wishwash to try to discern the opacity of white crayons, Crayola only, but I always make it. My life's rechargeable. 🙁
 
troglodytis - well done! Legendary needed more rant.

Let's hear some more, because an angry eyepatch breeds pilonidal cysts. And few people can afford to take that chance if they have a dull lawnmower blade.
 
Listen, just because your monkey overlords insist on geometrically modifying their alabaster, it shouldn't mean that I have to turn in my blood pudding! Even the Snohomish commissioner knows that as long as bananas are allowed to vote in the tertiary plane vote, we'll never not have a recollected phone grind. It's as plain as the warts on the clock, people!
Deriving and cobbling don't mix, ESPECIALLY when you consider the tactile notions of the raid on the denizens of the desert. Sure, sure, they may try to woo you with their inconsistent measurements of inabsolute near-half truths, but in the end, you're really just fooling yourself into the wide-eared acceptance of the trout! My god, the anger of the trout!
 
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