Song Parodies -> Hittin' on EmiLoca
| Original Song Title: | "Livin' Da Vida Loca" |
| Original Performer: | Ricky Martin |
| Parody Song Title: | "Hittin' on EmiLoca" |
| Parody Written by: | Jake A Ralphing (Luke Brattoni) |
Oh gawd I'm gunna regret this one but the chorus just sprung into my head whilst I
was reading one of her parodies. This song's about the failed attempt to hook
up with a fellow parody artist who lives on the other side of the world.
Forgive me EmiLoca! ;)
was reading one of her parodies. This song's about the failed attempt to hook
up with a fellow parody artist who lives on the other side of the world.
Forgive me EmiLoca! ;)
She rips off 'Intuition'.
Soundtracks ridiculed, LOL!
A meal was 'Malnutrition'.
Hair curls was Aladdin's goal.
Boo-hoo, English she's failing.
'Socks Stink' and 'American Wife'.
Vertigo from 'High Treason'.
Oh, Emi, You'reAllRight.
She'll paint the Rolling Stones black,
Gollum's panting vents his pain.
She makes me giggle crazy-like,
With her quaint old 'Paint' refrain.
Lightly pulls it from her brain.
Love bites AmiRight,
I'm hittin' on EmiLoca.
Makes luscious lampoon sounds.
Hittin' on EmiLoca.
She quips with level head,
Such a winning-dollar joker.
Me: asking her out.
Hittin' EmiLoca.
Smitten with EmiLoca.
I'm hittin' on EmiLoca.
Cracked up from her 'Don't Kiss Me'.
Just joking, I do hope... well?
She took my heart with her cute parodies.
I love her wit, wish to see this gal.
The clever minx caused laughter at that 'Nrd' Avril Lavigne.
Now to try to date her, hope she doesn't think I'm lame.
For Pete's sake, I'm so inane.
Love bites AmiRight, I'm hittin' on EmiLoca.
Let's paint bright red this town.
Hittin' on EmiLoca.
Her shirt's made of white thread,
Wish I had a super-soaker.
I'm nervous with doubt.
Hittin' on EmiLoca.
Smitten with EmiLoca.
I'm hittin' on EmiLoca.
She hated Iraq's clothes off,
Bush's rancid shamed campaign.
She can't walk to me with a hike,
So I paid to take a plane.
Quite the Casanova, eh?
Love bites AmiRight, I'm hittin' on EmiLoca.
Miss Flight, attend now.
Hittin' on EmiLoca.
What's this? Too far to tread?
QANTAS angry white boy polka!
Australia's failure,
Hittin' on EmiLoca.
Smitten with EmiLoca.
Now I'm quittin' on EmiLoca.
Soundtracks ridiculed, LOL!
A meal was 'Malnutrition'.
Hair curls was Aladdin's goal.
Boo-hoo, English she's failing.
'Socks Stink' and 'American Wife'.
Vertigo from 'High Treason'.
Oh, Emi, You'reAllRight.
She'll paint the Rolling Stones black,
Gollum's panting vents his pain.
She makes me giggle crazy-like,
With her quaint old 'Paint' refrain.
Lightly pulls it from her brain.
Love bites AmiRight,
I'm hittin' on EmiLoca.
Makes luscious lampoon sounds.
Hittin' on EmiLoca.
She quips with level head,
Such a winning-dollar joker.
Me: asking her out.
Hittin' EmiLoca.
Smitten with EmiLoca.
I'm hittin' on EmiLoca.
Cracked up from her 'Don't Kiss Me'.
Just joking, I do hope... well?
She took my heart with her cute parodies.
I love her wit, wish to see this gal.
The clever minx caused laughter at that 'Nrd' Avril Lavigne.
Now to try to date her, hope she doesn't think I'm lame.
For Pete's sake, I'm so inane.
Love bites AmiRight, I'm hittin' on EmiLoca.
Let's paint bright red this town.
Hittin' on EmiLoca.
Her shirt's made of white thread,
Wish I had a super-soaker.
I'm nervous with doubt.
Hittin' on EmiLoca.
Smitten with EmiLoca.
I'm hittin' on EmiLoca.
She hated Iraq's clothes off,
Bush's rancid shamed campaign.
She can't walk to me with a hike,
So I paid to take a plane.
Quite the Casanova, eh?
Love bites AmiRight, I'm hittin' on EmiLoca.
Miss Flight, attend now.
Hittin' on EmiLoca.
What's this? Too far to tread?
QANTAS angry white boy polka!
Australia's failure,
Hittin' on EmiLoca.
Smitten with EmiLoca.
Now I'm quittin' on EmiLoca.
Oh, the shame...
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I muchly prefer these lyrics to the original. ;) You've left me speechless, which is quite an accomplishment. And flattered. And giggling in hysteria. Pure genius, deserves nothing less than all 5's...although my opinion may be a bit biased, due to the fact that I'm the subject matter. This deserves some serious reciprocation on my part. Until I can find a word that rhymes with "Ralphing", will you marry me?
YES! YES!!! Oh my , this diamond ring is just divine! We shall elope in a golden carriage led by gleaming stallions and live in the land of words-that-don't-have-other-words-that- rhyme-with-them! *sloppy cyber smooch*
Gleaming stallions? Gleaming with what? Natural sheen? Mouth fluid from the sloppy cyber smooch? I think we'd better just rent a limo, stuff the chauffer in the trunk and drive off into OrangePurpleSilverMonthRalphingland. (Those were the first 5 that came to mind.)
I like to watch.
The Italian stallions are gleamin' with se... err, something. Luckily they fit into the boot with the chauffer (Jim Carrey from Dumb & Dumber). Chauncey Gardener, you may come and watch our romantic wedding procession lead by the Door-hinge/Burp-pull/Still-fur/Huntth('hunts' with a lisp)/Gal-thing children from OrangePurpleSilverMonthRalphingland. No watching from the hotel onwards. EmiLoca, what colour-that-has-no-other-words-that-rhyme-with-it would you like the wedding dress to be? Purple, Orange, Aquamarine or Turquoise? You can pick out my groom apparel, whatever style you want!
The boot! And...colour!!! I love it! See why I proposed to this guy? Yes - all who decide to post a comment here are hereby invited to our wedding. It wouldn't be proper for me to wear white (not after last night), so I believe that a pale Aquamarine would suffice. Your groom apparel shall be a gaudy Turquoise sequined jumpsuit, and your shoes shall be made from gleaming stallionhide. How about a reception?
*sniff* I always get emotional at weddings! :-)
Very nice... just saw your message about this parody on my "Internet Stranger" and thought I'd check it out. By the way Emiloca, on the subject of "OrangePurpleSilverMonthRalphingland", to paraphrase I forget which one of the Wayside School books, "Oh no, the baby's purple! What'll fix it? Bet a burp'll!" ;-) Oh, 5s.
time for the best friend to step in! heh i love this song but everyone loves her why not me for once!
I remember that book! And then nothing rhymed with "pink"...good times, good times. *glares at Mikaela* You, of all people, should know the meaning of MINE.
Yup. Like, "My mind's on the blink. I can't write poems. I stink!" So yes. Basically, that series was awesome.
Chauncey Gardner, neminem, Mikaela and Your Worst Nightmare are cordially invited (BYO cordial) to the wedding of Jake A Ralphing (Luke Brattoni) and EmiLoca to be held once I've finished all my High School Certificate work. The venue will be the point exactly between New South Wales Australia and Tennessee USA. If this turns out to be somewhere in the middle of the Pacific, so be it. Well, I'm off to get my gaudy Turquoise sequinned jumpsuit tailor made whilst my rural jackaroo associates get those gleaming stallions for my boots.
Mikaela is cordially uninvited to the wedding of Jake A Ralphing (Luke Brattoni) and EmiLoca, due to the fact that she is a lousy prat. (You see, now the chances of her showing up at the wedding have doubled!) Just an F.Y.I. - I don't live in Tennessee. :) Actually, I'm up the river and a couple states to the left. Perhaps we could have the wedding on a Pacific cruise! How blissfully typical!
Ooh, I'm sensing some conflict here with Mikaela. Wait a minute, that name sounds familiar... didn't we hook up in a chat room last spring break?
Knowing her, you probably did. She has a thing for chat-room hookings.
Also, Jake, I apologize for smacking you in the face a couple of days ago. Just be sure not to schedule the wedding when your reaction should come. "Do you, Jake A Ral--" "OWWWW!!!"
Apology acc-OWWW!!! ......There we go, the wedding is good to go! (Oh, and Mikaela, DON'T tell EmiLoca about our illegitemate triplets.)
Too late for that, you scumbag. Eighty percent of married men cheat in America - I guess the rest cheat online. You know, I thought you'd be my ideal for marriage, not my ordeal. The wedding is hereby postponed, and I hope these tributary drops flooding my eyes are the travel agents for a damn long guilt trip. *sobs uncontrollably*
I guess this means no wedding... Will there still be cake?
Wow. I think this is the only parody I've seen where the comments field is being used as a place for a running joke between the author and the subject of the parody. I'm quite amused.
Oh, well I'm glad our Jerry-Springer-esque situation is amusing you all! Sorry for the confusion, EmiLoca, those illegitemate triplets were the result of Mikaela and I getting high from keyboard fumes and surfing the web together in a night of passion. I ended up with a tattoo on my desktop and she has three of those little baby things forever crawling around HER desktop. Remember, I'm not an American man, so will only cheat on you with myself, which is technically just taking a chore off your hands. (Ooh I love the wording of that one) As for Your Worst Nightmare. LET HIM EAT CAKE!!! (Withdrawing Marie Antoinette's guillotine) Tell me when you're ready to have the wedding, dear...
Thanks, I'm starving! Wait... Jake... Why are you looking at me that way, Jake? Put down that sharp object, Jake!!
I'll tell you why I've got this sharp object!!! *SLICE* My name is LUKE you dickhead! *DICE* Don't you get how Jake A Ralphing is a parody of J K Rowling?!!! *GASH* Die you beeatch!!! *SLASH* ...oh, hi EmiLoca. Do you like the new kitchen set we got as a wedding gift? I'll go wash them now...
I know your name is Luke, and Jake A Ralphing is a parody of JK Rowling, but I kinda like Jake better. Plus it gets on your nerves. :-)
neminem: What joke? I believe that a typically callow cyber-romance is nothing to laugh at. Our feelings are completely serious. (Luke, stop laughing. No, I'm serious. Stop that. NOW. Not only are you putting our love to mockery, but do you know how eekish that looks with that bloody knife you're holding?) On a lighter note, I completely forgot about the cake aspect of the wedding. At this point, I don't care about the holy matrimony bit - I'm hungry. The wedding is on, and Your Worst Nightmare may have as much cake as he wishes, so long as he shares.
5 minutes later...My humblest apologies for referring to Your Worst Nightmare as "he", if he is a she. But if he is a he, then I do not apologize, because calling him he would not be terribly offensive. If he or she is still deciding as to whether he or she is a she or he, I also do not apologize, for perhaps I aided he or she in their confusion.
OK Emi, my love, YOU put down the knife now....
EmiLoca, I am a "he". What, you couldn't tell!? lol
The "I always get emotional at weddings" confused me. But thank you for clearing that up. I don't know, dear...I'm rather attached to this knife. Why don't you take this considerably smaller one for security?
Just for fun, I'm going to take a knife too, and run around like a maniac. WOOHOO!!!! WATCH OUT, EVERYBODY!!!
*sniff*.............*sniff*......... this is gonna be so.....happy........waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!! $:'0){=<
*hands T.J. Spindler a tissue and a knife* You'll need this.
Hey, make way, T.J.!!! HERE I COME!!!! *runs like a maniac with his disappointly shiny knife* This is so fun!
Okay so, i am like EmiLoca's best friend, and i better be the maid of honor! okay so i am moving and i must be invited so i have a reason to come back! and i am want a piece of that cake so i can keep it frozen and when ever i see it i will think...EMI! and maybe Luke....You guys will have a wonderful life together. *Sniff* *Sniff* happy endings make me cry a little. Okay so let me get this straight... Mikaela is not invited to the wedding right? She is my neighbor and i have to put up with her, and i couldn't stand her being included into one of the happiest days of my life (of course Emi's probably happier than me). Emi, i love you.... and you deserve him...*SNIFFLE* and the choice of wedding dress color is fabulous!
You would've thought that after so long of running around like a maniac with a disappointingly shiny knife would've---*SLICE* Oops!
Nice one Lorena Bobbitt!!! Can someone help me glue this back on, we're gunn need it for the wedding night!
I'm so sorry! *glances at a hot dog at a refreshments stand* Will this do?
*looks disdainfully at hot dog* Isn't that a little big for you?
It'll have to do, though it will mean less protein from your diet. (Someone just shoot me)
*considers* I wonder if a marriage license is less expensive than a firearms license.
LUKE WILL YOU MARRY ME!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? not emiloca, because she's a nobody. She doesn't even exist. It's really me!!!!! I swear, why would I lie about a stupid thing like that? I LOVE LUKE...um.....how do you spell your last name? Wait, who are you again??
... ... ... ... ... ... The Internet: the only place where you can get proposed to by two different women within two weeks. I'll have to talk with my current fiancee if I can marry you, Tibbygirl, but I'm assuming it will be fine.
How DARE you, Tibbygirl, barge into someone's wedding and insult the bride!! No, wait, looks like Luke doesn't mind, so oh well.
*narrows eyes* Tibbygirl, I've heard imitation is the best form of flattery. Now I know the fine line between flattery and mindless rage. I'ma smack you down, bitch!!!
You mean 'biotch'. I'll just fill a pool with jello, conceal a few camcorders and watch the show.
Lime Jello. Mmmm. Actually, after some peaceful negotiations with Tibbygirl, we've reached an agreement that if I let her out of the Iron Maiden once a month, she'll leave my wedding alone. Sorry to ruin your fun.
Dammit, I was gunna store my donuts in that Iron Maiden. Oh well, it would be kind of embarrassing losing TWO rings on the big day...
I have an idea. Chain Tibbygirl's legs to an anvil, throw her somewhere deep, wet and bottomless, and we can share the Iron Maiden, as it could serve as both a jewelry "case" and donut storage. That way, you won't lose your ring (a-hem, singular).
EmiLoca is not nobody. *I'm* the nobody here :-D.
Somewhere deep, wet and bottomless? Well, that rules out neminem's bottom. AND loses any credibility for a lame 'ring' joke.
Oh my goodness
CAN I BE THE BEST MAN!? This thought just happened to pass my mind. PLEEEEEEASE???
Should Luke deny your request, the orange bridesmaid dresses are really quite stunning. I'd gladly grant you maid of honor.
I'm...not exactly the Colonel Klinger kind of guy, so I'll have to decline. Thanks for your offer, though.
If I go to the wedding, I promise to keep Jake in line by punching him whenever he crosses it with bad jokes :-)... unfortunately he's not currently in the vicinity (because he's preparing to be conjugally matrimonified... ahh, G&S... <3 <3 <3 ), so it'll have to wait... *hits voodoo doll with a bit of jake's hair on* *hears OWWW in the distance* *sigh of relief* sorry, EmiLoca, I do promise not to bruise your husband-to-be too much :-)
aw luke. you get me every time. girls, stick at it.. this one's worth the wait, or the travelling distance.. either way. congrats emiloca. ps. do i get cake?
yes i do have chat room hookup issues heh. emi aint' lying about that but i'm more into the mud (seriusly computer geek thing) hook ups that normal chatrooms. and you can't uninvite me to the wedding! sniff i feel like i don't ahve friends any more.
You know you're going to come anyway.
Ah, howdy Eden! So glad you FINALLY VISITED MY WORK!!! You can't have the cake and eat it too. Your Worst Nightmare, there are two things that stop you being Best Man. Generally the criteria of this role insinuate that you are the 'best' candidate and the other... well, let's just say that orange really suits your eyes.
Is there an award for "Most Commented-On Parody"? If this keeps up, I think we should split the trophy into equal pieces. I get the head!
The sad thing is there are only 8 votes compared to sixty comments.
Don't I get a say in what's going to happen to me? OK emily, since we are such GREAT buddies, I'll settle on being a part of the wedding party. I guess I'll just have to find a cyber-fiancee somewhere else on this website....*sniff*. Ah well.....life will go on. And as for chains and Iron Maidens and donuts, let's not have me do that. You never know...you might just be at that altar, and somebody will somehow change your pretty diamond rings for MAPLE GLAZED DONUTS!!! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Yum. And did I see an "emily" up there? *gasps and faints*
Emily....huh...is that your name? I just assumed....wow i have had one too many mountain dews. Hey luke....at your wedding, make sure you keep those cans of Dew way in the back back back....like in the Iron Maiden. Once I've had one, you can't stop me......
Luke, is it just me or are you telling me you don't want me to be your Best Man??? Just remember, I'm the only candidate running! ;-)
At the moment the Iron Maiden appears to be the best candidate, actually. Not only can it puncture Tibbygirl, house numerous donuts and keep Mountain Dew cool, it won't be able to tie me up to a streetlamp naked following the paraplegic strippers and alcoholic milkshake party! By the way, Emilia (I'm also just assuming, your name is so obviously Rumpelstitlskin) my mailbox has remained spam-free. Did you plug the right address in when sending premature belated birthday wishes?
After pondering over and over, I can't make sense of your "eyes" comment. Some things just go over my head. The best I can determine is that you were saying I would most likely end up in jail, with the orange jumpsuit. If that is the case, then you should have no worry, because, as far as to my understanding, I have not done anything illegal. Well, there WAS the knife incident...
Hey Tibbygirl i will rescue you from that Iron Maiden(if they put in it) and i get to be the maid of honor for "emily"s wedding cuz i totally called it. and remember i am so a better friend than "emily" to you any way. i swear this the weirdest convo i have ever read. and if you are planning on changing the ring, change it to a krispy kream donut that is glazed and chocolate all at the same time. then it would be like a double threat! now thats evil! muwahahahaha....you should give Tibbygirl a lot of Mt.Dew cuz that way you could have free entertainment! theres nothing better than when you can get something free! and it seems like everyone is getting cake, i hope you save some for me, adn get the kind that have swirls of vanilla and chocolate in it so it makes everyone happy!
"Nooooo! For the love of God, NOOOOOOOO! I have to stop this wedding that I wasn't invited to, or at least steal the cake! If you need a preacher man, Father Edmund has no life or schedule. Let me know when the wedding is, and I'll burst in all dramatic at the last moment and yell, "NOOOOO! I object!" Then just quietly run off with the chips, several bottles of scotch, and some silverware. Ta-ta."- Apricot, Wedding Crasher/Dramatic Objection Maker, SI-MAE
EmiLoca's comment a bit further up describes our orange bridesmaids' dresses. The offer is on the table...
Well, you know, I have no objection whatsoever to orange bridesmaids dresses, and since the maid of honor is, in fact, a better friend than Emiloca :) I am most definitely assuming that I will be a crucial part of the wedding party. I also have no objection to being the free entertainment, although I do request to be paid in bottles of Mountain Dew. As for Your Worst Nightmare, trust me, when they say the dresses are stunning....well there is only truth in that statement. The gaudy jewels in random places...the miles of billowing ruffles....*wipes away a tear* I'm just so happy!!!!!
Umm....yeah....I think I'll pass....no offense.
Fine...then you'll just sit in the audience with all the other losers....or, if you want, you could join me in the Iron Maiden!!!! :)
I think I'll take the pew.
Smart choice.
Yup. Orange isn't my color.
You think they'll let me be in the wedding party? Or you as the best man? I think for my entertainment hour I shall be singing EmiLoca's "Your Socks Stink" as the first dance....and maybe as the next song, and the next, and the next......a whole night of beautiful vocal performances about the putrid smell of socks!!! *sigh* It'll be the best wedding ever.
And I'll sing Jake A Ralphing's "I Know A Song That'll Get Me No Fives", which I gave fives.
As did many people, just to spite him... except not. ;-)
Yes, I LIKE spiting people!! lol
And I thought I was weird.........
Don't worry, you can still be weird, but never nearly as weird as I am. Bow to My Weirdness.
Ooo-oooh! I think Tibbygirl and YWK are getting well acquainted here! Maybe we should leave them alone in a comment area for some privacy. *New catchphrase for random people pashing in the street- 'Get an iron maiden!'*
Yeah, um, not that acquainted, if THAT'S what you mean...
Pashing! Never heard that...terminology before, but isn't foreign language fun? As for YWK y Tibby, homegirl WAS complaining about her lack of "online action". She even wrote about it in my yearbook, which I'm sure she's regretting right about now.
Yes, foreign terminology is always a hoot. I believe your 'Mickey D's' is our 'Maccas' and you use 'burn' in the same way we say 'get cut'. And YWK, stop denying your steaming lust for Tibbygirl.
My favorite will always be 'the boot'. Always. And then the funny way you spell words such as 'criticize' and 'catalog' and 'nucular'. In other news, I think that Tibbygirl and YWK would be feverishly cute together.
STOP TRYING TO SET ME UP! *pulls out a highpowered machine gun and points it toward Luke and Emi* Haha! Hahaha! I LIKE CHEEEEEEEESE!!!! Look! The men in the white coats are here again!...
YEAH, STOP TRYING TO SET YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE UP! SET APRICOT UP! HE'S ALONE, HE HAS LOW STANDARDS! AND WHEN APRICOT IS ALONE, HE TURNS TO HIS OLD FRIEND SCOTCH! DON'T LET HIM TURN BACK TO SCOTCH! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DON'T! NOOOO! HE MUST HAVE SCOTCH NOW! AND WHILE HE'S AT IT, HE'S TAKING A FEW OF THOSE MOUNTAIN DEWS FOR THE CREATION OF MIXED DRINKS! AND THEY'RE ALL HIS! HIS, DO YOU HEAR?! NO MOUNTAIN SCOTCH FOR ANYONE EXCEPT APRICOT! {EXCEPT MAYBE YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE, HE LOOKS LIKE HE COULD USE A GOOD DRINK OR TWO.} HEY, APRICOT LIKES CHEESE TOO!
Hey, let me in on some scotch.
UP YOURS, ICY! MY SCOTCH! MIIIIIIIIIIINE! *sobs and takes several swigs of scotch* GOD, I'M SO ALONE! *continues to drink scotch. Other people on board try to comfort him and take his scotch, but he breaks just emptied bottle and swings it menacingly* STAY AWAYY! STAY AWAYYYY!
Um...........yeah It really wasn't as funny to me, but it was nicely done, but I really don't wanna be a jack@$$, but I gave you all fours. Good job anyways
S.T.G., you obviously are not in on the action. Comments for "Hittin' on EmiLoca" were due some weeks ago. Now we are all preparing for the wedding, and Luke and Emi are trying to hook me up!! THE NERVE!!!
I do not recall this "comment" that I supposedly made in your yearbook, EmiLoca. I am not looking for "online action" at the present time, I'm sorry. As for YWK, um......no. No lust, no lust at all. Nix on the lust. And, Apricot, I am fairly certain that I said the Mountain Dews were MINE, thank you very much. There, I think I covered everything. *gets up and walks away, with a triumphant smile on her face*
See? Both components are unwilling. So there, I told you guys we were meant to be. I guess this means I can put my high powered machine gun back inside of my tuxedo.
*grammatical correction* "weren't meant to be", not "were meant to be".
emiloca i didn't see a certain "danny" on my flight, so you have to totally hook me up with someone so i don't feel so bad....thanx your such a pal!
Well, KaviR, there's a certain scotch-swillin' gentleman I'm sure you would like to get acquainted with... that failing, I'm sure Tibbygirl will be more than eager... And WHAT DID YOU SAY WHILST POINTING A GUN AT MY CROTCH?!! For your information, YWK, 'I like cheese!' is a line I use about twon hundred times (no joke) throughout my Hairy Potted trilogy (250,000 words and counting) by the random characters Kevin, a complete Timmy rip-off in a wheelchair; Gavin, a scuba diver; and Evan, a midget Impa-Limpa who works at Gangrene's pawnbrokers. So I will be saying all cheese-related comments from here on in, THANK YOU VEDDY MUCH!
Um, Luke, I think you are violating the Second Amendment....or was it the Third....I'm so drunk....
Fine then, I'll go get my own Mountain Dew. I'm driving! *whips out keys and drops them in drunken state. Picks them back up and gets in van. Swerves to miss adorable kitty and hits old people out for stroll.* Whoops. Anyone got something to dispose of some incriminating evidence in?
Apricot, Apricot, Apricot, how many times have we told you NOT to hit elderly pedestrians in the street? Here, you can have this garbage bag that miraculously appeared out of thin air.
Thank you, Your Worst Nightmare. *stuffs old people into bag. Sneaks into Tibbygirl's place of residence and places bag along with some other bags full of children, hippies, and other people he's hit with his van in closet.* Not share Mountain Dew with me, will she? This'll teach her! *sneaks out using ninja-like reflexes*
i want to know where tibbygirl found the hippies...would you share MT.DEW with me tibbygirl?*thinks of a good way to suck up* i would share with you!
So THAT'S where all those manakins came from!!! I thought I had stolen them from Younkers on one of those many nights where everything that happened is magically erased from my memory....I used those bodies for Halloween costumes!!! The hippie one was a BIG hit....I would also like to say that I am more than willing to share my abundant supply of the Fizzy Greatness (Mountain Dew, of course) with anyone who is nice enough to ask.
Hey Tibby, even though I murdered your immediate family last night, could I have some of your Mountain Dew?
I too, could use some Mountain Dew.... not to share with Apricot, of course. Shazzam! How you like me now, 'Cot?
Fine then. I'd rather be hit with projectile vomit then ask nicely. I'll go get some of my own. *gets back in van. Swerves to miss same adorable kitty cat and hits several goth kids that happen to be out* Oh God! I did it again! Back to the corpse closet!
No, Apricot, if they have the gothic look, you could just leave them out and people will think they've actually been dead for some time.
Aight, you wanna play tough, huh? Well, I've brought in a stenographer! Stenographer, read back 14 comments ago. Stenographer:"And, Apricot, I am fairly certain that I said the Mountain Dews were MINE, thank you very much" shall I continue? Apricot: No, that should be all. Aha! So you wouldn't share, and you said so! We see who the selfish one is now, don't we? Looks like I was right! ME! *softly, to himself* God, I'm so alone. *takes long swig of scotch*
It's good to see we're all getting well-acquainted here. Sorry about Danny, Kavs. Don't worry...dreams DO come true.
I'm still alone. Am I doing something wrong. *takes swig of scotch* Hmm... Must be. *takes another swig of scotch, finishing bottle in two swigs* But what could It be that makes me so.... *downs whole next bottle* unattractive? Any ideas, let me know.
You're male... nobody cares about loner *males* on the internet ;-). By the way, feel free to take some of my whiskey, I need to get rid of it while I'm still at college :-D. No, seriously, I do... I should really consume it in the near future.
Hey, wait, who spiked the Mountain Dew?
thats really nice of you to say Emi...i hope what you say is true, so by any chance can you tell me when the dream comes true? oh yea, and this was just kind of odd but today i saw the indian Tom Cruise, i swear! you can find anything Indian these days.
Ooh, nice. Odd, but nice. Spiked Mountain Dew? I think I'd better...um...test it. *chugs* Nope...*hic*...sssssall good to me...
99.
Yeah, you're right, I'm probably just too jumpy. *drinks some more mountain dew* You know.... When you look at that cardboard box for a while, it looks just like Jim Carrey! HIC!
Not fair! You got the 100th comment here and I didn't...*hic* 100 comments of...um...beer on the wall...
Hurray! Everyone's drunk! Let's go to IHOP! I'm driving! *gets back in van. I think you all know what happens next, except it's a bunch of mimes*AH! You see, this is the product of DUI! All the scum of the earth dies! I think you owe me a thank you.
i always thought that mimes were cool, but i was terribly terribly wrong! and now they are just dead. Hey pass the Mountain Dew i want to see what all the fuss is about...
That's right! All the mimes are dead! ALL OF THEM! And any that ever try to be born again will be strangled at birth! Thus the end of mimery!
wow, good plan......evil......but genius......
Hey...look at all the pretty HIC colors on the wall....weeeeee......it's all swirly and stuff........where am I??? HIC i don't remember this place...erm....HIC...anyway....this is crazy crap!!! Howdy Mr. Purple Duck, when did you show up? What's your name??? HIC no more mountain dew fighting-overs....FREE DEW FOR EVERYONE!!!!!! HIC!!! but wait!! there's....*falls over unconscious*
Yeah! Free Dew! In yo' face, Tibby! AND I got everyone turned on to alcohol, AND KaviR called my plan genious. Maybe in everyone's drunken state, I'll look even more ruggedly handsome to these people! THEN everyone will love me, and I'll find someone, at least until the alcohol gets out of their system! SCORE!
Hold on, wait. Tibby's givinh out the Dew, but I said "in yo face" Uh-oh. I've said it once, I'll say it again: I am so drunk....
Hey, that's MY line! I'm suing you for plaigiarism! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! And I'm takin' all the Mountain Dew! *takes a huge gulp from one of the bottles* Refreshing!
*wakes up at the mention of rugged handsomeness* What? Where??
*files nails*
You know what?!? I sue you ALL for plagiarism!! When I'm through with all of you, you won't have a dime in your pockets!! I'm going to spend it all on more Mountain Dew! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!
I don't have pockets. *bites my thumb at you, sir*
This comment is mostly for the author of the parody, but GO TO THE MESSAGEBOARD UNDER "ABC's Round H voting" UNDER PARODY CONTESTS. You'll find a nice surprise at number 5.
*returns with a keg of alcohol* OK guys, sorry it's been so long but I was away in... *cuts off as he witnesses passed-out people all through house* Who the hell broke into my scotch cabinet? And where did all that Mountain-Dew-esque vomit come from?! I'll go to the 'H' song contest now.
Then GET some pockets, Emi!!
You're going to need pockets to hide the corpses of the jury that convicts you....
Good news, everyone! On another board, Tibbygirl got mad at me, took my scotch, and yelled at me! So before I knew it, I was told to propose to Mikaela! Now, as soon as I recover from the largest hangover of our era, I'll be engaged! Happily, I presume!
Wait, who woke up at the sound of my rugged handsomeness? Oh no, wait, I'm already set up to be wed. Great, NOW people see me for my charming and pirate-esque appearance! Hmm... I wonder if I should reconsider this marriage thing. I should talk to some married or engaged people. But I need to talk to some who aren't drunk. While on the subject of alcohol, I wonder if anyone figured out that my scotch was like, 15% scotch and 85% moonshine/white lightning. Oh well, this should be an interesting hangover for us all.
Here we go. I just stapled black trash bags to the dogsuit I'm wearing, and that should suffice as corpse-pockets. And holy buckets, Apricot! You don't know what you're getting yourself into. Hopefully, Mikaela will never visit this parody...if she does, you've officially got your first lifetime stalker.
oh, nevermind, it was just Apricot who was mentioning the rugged handsomeness...*sigh* By the way, marrying Mikaela is not such a grand idea after all. You must know that I was under the influence at the time I said that very grotesque statement. *takes a swig of Apricot's scotch* Here you go Apricot. You can have this back now...I'm done with it.
Oh... I guess all that caring... all that concern... it was just drunken ramblings. Oh.... I see.... *slowly reaches for scotch, but pulls back* NO! I vowed off scotch! I don't know, though. Who am I trying to impress anymore? No one cares about my dazzling good looks, or my true loving nature. Oh, screw the world, gimme my scotch! *takes back his scotch, and takes a long swig of it* I could have been such a great husband, too.... or at least been happy until I discovered that this was all a cruel joke. Anyone got a noose, or some rusty blade? Wait, where's that Iron Maiden?
What have you people done to Apricot? He was going to shape up and try to find a nice girl, and you people pulled him back into alcohol! You've broken the heart of what could have been one of the nicest people you'd ever see! Shame!
Screw Apricot! Come get a piece of Icy! I'm rich, handsome, and I have some ice cream, grape soda, and a bag of heroin in my Cadillac Car!{It's one of those old ones}
Screw you, Icy!
I've decided not to kill myself. Instead, I'm going to look for a new girl. Someone who has a name I can pronounce without thinking about it.
I'm sorry Apricot, I certainly didn't mean to hurt your feelings or cause you to go back to The Bottle. I'm sure Mikaela would be more than happy to marry you, as well. Good luck with that new girl, too. :) See, I'm not a horrible person!!!
I can pronounce your name fine, KaviR.
oOoOoOoOoO Apricot and KaviR sitting in a tree!!!!!! Daniel Radcliffe is history!! First comes love.....then comes marraige....then comes drunk nights full of corpses and Mountain Dew. Hmm.....what a ....erm...."happy" ending. I should just stop now......
*sinister, evil voice*No, no, Tibby. Continue. I was just starting to enjoy it. *leans back in chair*
Hey, Emi, Where is that ABC round H thing?
Maya: Firstly, you gotta get to the messageboard. Then you must register there to be able to access the contest board. You should be able to find it from there. Hope that helps!
Thank you, Emi! I, along with the rest of SI-MAE, are now registered! http://www.amiright.com/parody/2000s/d1218.shtml I know this is kinda an ad for us, but we need people to see this. We vowed not to write another parody until someone was a definite winner of our bet.
You look ready for some mass killings to me, Emi! Excuse me while I bribe the judge. *flashes a 1 dollar bill smugly at the judge* Hmm.... This is a very rude judge. Luckily, he's a corpse now. *stuffs him into one of EmiLoca's bags*
Then the two of you lovebirds will whisk off to Ireland, where you will both feel very at home with the intoxicated Irish. You will settle down in a nice, comfy cardboard box outside the Shanigan's Pub and Grille, where they have two dollar glasses of scotch every Wednesday night. KaviR will begin to work as an actress and will star in various car commercials and will become the voice of public service announcements in all of Ireland. You will stay in your box all day, caring for the pet raccoon that you took in from the cold, and drink all the Mountain Dew and scotch that you'd ever want. And you will live happily ever after, and every one of us shall come visit you, and maybe bring you a good ol' corpse as a gift.
Did somebody say corpses? *searches the pockets of the goth kids Apricot ran over earlier* Hey! Five dollars and a bag of Skittles! This is my lucky day!
Sounds lovely. I do love raccoons! Does my darling KaviR know yet? I can't wait to see her response!
Your darling KaviR is out of town as of now, but I will make sure she sees this. I'm sure she'll be devastated.
*nervous laugh* Why would she be devastated? We have a loving future together, one most likely stolen from a book I haven't read. I LOVE her, do you hear? I LOVE KaviR!
*sobs* I'm so alone.
Awww, look Emi! This stray Tibbygirl followed me home sobbing pathetically. Can we keep it? She can play with our pet raccoon 'Superfly' and we can train her to attack any wayward alcoholics who stumble our way with Irish scotch in their system. Look at those big dopey Tibbygirl eyes! How can we leave her to wander the back alleys alone? Can we keep her pleeeease?
Good Lord! Crazy Kids... This was a pretty good parody... but jesus. This is like it's own private message board. I give you 5s... and I'm shocked. Good parody though.
Holy buckets..."big dopey Tibbygirl eyes"!!! In case you didn't know (which you didn't), Tibbygirl has unbelievably large eyes that I make fun of on a daily basis. I wonder how she'd look if she actually tried to make them look bigger. She's a definite keeper, but she sleeps in MY room. *distrusts*
Thanks Loosekanen (The Armstrong)! Spread the word so that more estranged characters join our growing wedding reception with cartons of Mountain Dew, Scotch and cadavers! Tibbygirl has huge eyes? Call me telepathetic. And sure she can sleep in your room... *setting up hidden cameras*
(ABCs) Great song, just great. I won't take off points for the fact that I had to scroll for 5 minutes just to get to the comment box ;-)
Where would we be without my scotch and corpses? Wait a minute.... I wasn't good enough for you, Tibbygirl, but EmiLoca and Ralphing were? I see how it is... *Goes to get van. Pulls it into the road, and positions it so that it is facing the house. Backs up, then drives towards the house at full speed, empty bottles of scotch and the corpses of fat people flying out the windows* DIE WORLD! OR, MORE SPECIFICALLY, DIE TIBBY!
*hits wall, but doesn't go through* Whoops. I don't really have the insurance to cover this. Better try again. If everyone would just stay where they are, I'm going to attempt my massacre again. *backs up and drives forward. Gets through this time, but fails to see that he's hit 3 of his bandmates who were standing by the wall. Keeps driving through house, running over random guests blindly, looking for Tibby so that he might finish the job.*
Hey, watch where you're goin', Apricot, you nearly ran over my bag of Skittles! I'm going to put some skittles in my alcohol, er, Mountain Dew, as flavoring.
Sorry Your Worst Nightmare. I'm looking for Tibbygirl, so that I may run her over. Hey, let me in on some of that "Mountain Dew". I tend to murder more people drun... *cough!* I mean, on a caffenine buzz. Heh heh... Yeah.
Sure, here you go! I have an unlimited supply of booze, I mean, soda.
*takes another swig of "special soda"* It's like a freaking carnival! *drives about, continues to kill, looking for the one that did him wrong* A FREAKING CARNIVAL!
I'M SO DRUNK, I MEAN CAFFEINATED!!
IT'S OKAY, THEY KNOW BY NOW! JOIN ME IN MY VAN, YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE, AND TOGETHER WE MAY KILL THESE PEOPLE, THEN GO GET SOME MORE SKITTLES! THOSE MIMES I KILLED HAD 3 BUCKS ON THEM!
AWESOME!! First, let me shove these corpses on the car floor out of the way. Let's kill everyone, MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Except maybe Emi. She is the prime minister of Mountain Dew/Alcohol.
I love scotch. Scotch, scotch, scotch. Down it goes, down into my belly, scotch, scotch, scotch.
Excellent! Don't mind the smell, that's just crystal meth and Juicy Juice. Now, LET"S FIND TIBBY!
Actually, it smells like spiked Mountain Dew and corpses to me. But oh well. LET'S FIND TIBBY!!! Maybe we can attract her to us with some Skittles. Here, Tibby, Tibby, Tibby....
Oh, I feel so loved! I'm not getting killed, while...others are. Hoorah!
We couldn't run over the prime minister of the holy cola, EmiLoca! Pass the special soda.
Gosh darn it, we're out of special soda! But I have a recipe for something better. We'll need Starburst, sugar, and the blood of 66 small children! Oh yeah, I guess some scotch too.
I think I'm going to permanently leave this comment thread. What happened to our wedding plans? Down the drain with Apricot's Mountain Dew-flavored vomit? I'm terribly heartbroken.
Don't leave! I need you! WE need you! I can stop drinking and killing! I can be serious! DON"T LEAVE! PLEASE! Think of Ralphing, and the gleaming stallions, and... and... OrangePurpleSilverMonthRalphing Land! If you leave, I'll just start drinking again. Wait, no. I mean, I won't stop drinking! How about that? If you stay, I'll give up drinking!
Yes, we can switch to normal Mountain Dew, can't we Apricot? No...we can't.... Wait... I've got an idea.... Corpse flavored Mountain Dew.
BTW, I recommend this game to everyone.
http://www.mofunzone.com/online_games/tamaneko.shtml It's called Tamaneko, and you have to throw severed cat heads into buckets. I LIKE severed cat heads!
http://www.mofunzone.com/online_games/tamaneko.shtml It's called Tamaneko, and you have to throw severed cat heads into buckets. I LIKE severed cat heads!
My God, what an idea! It's like the Necro-Beverage of the 21st century!
I agree with EmiLoca. Our wedding is now marred with police helicopters and SWAT teams trying to chase down two loonies in a van firing heat-seeking Mountain Dew cans at cop cars and chasing down Tibbygirl as she flees to OrangePurpleSilverMonthRalphing Land. How am I meant to throw a bachelor party with seventy two corpses in the living room?! I hereby kick Apricot and his scotch-cwilling associates from this comment string!!!
Golly, I'm sorry. I offered to quit earlier, but Tibby put me back on the bottle, KaviR left me. What else could I have done? I'll stay off ol' scotch, and keep the massacres to a minimum.
That's better. Now if I could just find my leg....
We're both sorry, Luke. But we can take all those corpses out in the living room, and use it for our new Mountain Dew flavor. It'll be like recycling, sort of. Not really. But now we can put all these corpses to use. Hey, I totally forgot about suing everyone! Ah, I'll drop the charges. I feel in a good mood today. *throws a severed cat head into a bucket*
*casting a stern look across living room. runs finger across table and examines closely* Well, you appear to have done a good job cleaning up your mess in a Stifler-esque hurry. Now you may make love with someone's grandma in a darkened room.
*hiding behind her new bodyguard, Phyllis* I....I.....what did I ever do to you?? I offered you Mountain Dew....I entertained you with beautiful stories about you and KaviR....*makes big dopey Tibbygirl eyes* I can't see where I've done any wrong!!! Phyllis.....Phyllis what are you doing?? GET AWAY FROM THE SCOTCH, PHYLLIS. PHYLLIS....I SAID NO SCOTCH AFTER THAT NIGHT IN TAHITI WITH THE.....ERM, NEVERMIND THAT........PHYLLIS!!! STOP!!!!!
I'll pass, Luke.
Drink, Phyllis. Drrrrrink. You pass, YWN? In that case, I'm in! Who's grandma??
Earlier, I introduced an interesting animal abuse game involving disembodied heads of felines. Now, I give you... Cat Death Auto! http://www.weebls-stuff.com/games/9/ You'd be surprised how many sick games are out there. I'm using the cat corpses for the Mountain Dew.
I'm going to pretend I never ran across that game.
DEATH TO ALL CATS!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! *strokes his cat in a very evil manner* No, wait.... YOU'RE ONE OF THEM!!!! DIEEEEEEE!!!!!!
Um, pardon me - I was just looking for an ABC contest entry, but I appear to have crashed someone's party. So I'll duck out. But before I leave, I'll just say I liked the "hittin'/smitten" rhyme and (heh heh) the Super Soaker line.
INTRUDER, INTRUDER! Spaff.com has intruded the perpetual meeting of Murderous Caffeinated Alcoholics Anonymous (MCAA) and therefore shall be punished by Jake A Ralphing AKA Luke Brattoni.
Tibby, you offered me scotch when I put down the bottle for that old potential bride that I forget the name of. You told me KaviR would be devastated at our future together. I may take some time to forgive and for.... Wait. No, there it is. I forgive you. I'm sorry for anything I may have done while drunk, everyone. If anyone is missing a watch or wallet, that was me. If you feel violated.... That may also have been me. I'm sorry in advance. As for the wedding, I think I'll bring a few bottles of sparkling pink cham... wait, NO! I'll bring some folding chairs.
NO, WAIT! Don't leave us! I want your autograph!!! SP-A-A-A-FF!!! *clings to leg and gets dragged away*
Um, OK. You bare 'em, I'll sign 'em. (And if you're under 18, by "'em" I mean your ankles.)
*aside, to partygoers: "Wow, he actually came back..."* Sure thing! Off go the socks...and here, I'd better shave that off...
Aw, come on do you think EmiLoca would do something like that? Do you think-- *looks at Emi groveling* Never mind.
*sulking even more in the corner, throwing furtive glances at Spaff chatting up Emi whilst adorning her ankles with ink*
Aww, don't feel bad, Luke. Want me to go crazy again?
*discreetly slips Ralphing a front loading powder musket* Here, go on. Take it!
Oh, almost forgot since it was such a long time ago...this message board is fricking huge! EmiLoca, I was referring to Stifler's exploits in American Pie 3: The Wedding. For more tips on Granny loving, visit my nursery rhyme parodies 'Crinkle Crinkle Brittle Ma' and 'Gary Had A Brittle Mam'. *hands musket to Apricot* Go nuts, man.
Already visited those, and never want to again. Thanks for the tips, though. *wary of Apricot's weapon* Don't worry, I have an entire arsenal of donut-filled Iron Maidens we can hide ourselves behind. Which...would not exactly qualify as an arsenal, but the word sure sounds more intimidating than "huge collection of rusted torture devices used primarily for hiding behind".
An arsenal that cannot be acquired due to the fact that the Iron Maiden is crammed shut... (we must remain consistent to our 217 other message posts)
Oh, confound it...you're right. *begins ripping hair out of back*
Gee, you certainly appear to have a lot of Body Hair. Would you happen to be from Brazil? *innuendo innuendo* I'll grab some wax so that this pulley system can be created more quickly. We can use the unconscious Apricot as a counterweight of sorts. (I haven't done Science or Maths since 2002, I have no idea what the quadratic uvula I am on about)
Lucky. At our habitat of learning, we not only get maths and sciences all year round, but we have it in double blocks, so it's twice as long as most normal schools. Gee, that's sure going to be fun next year in PreCalc. Hey, what are you doing with that wax?!?
I'm getting bored. We should be talking about corpses and Mountain Dew, not math and science! You hear that!? CORPSES AND MOUNTAIN DEWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!! Are ya WITH me, people!? Fine, be that way. Apricot, let's go make our corpse flavored Mountain Dew. *picks up some heavy garbage bags*
Hurray! A Necrodrink! Wait, no, use musket! Time for Spaff.com to die! Wait, no, use dead bodies already in storage for drink! Wait, gah!!!!!!!
(ABC) Looks like Aussie/Yank romances are becoming all the rage on Amiright - heh heh. Anything that can engender a whole soap opera message factory deserves 5's...
Hardo.
Your Worst Nightmare, quit trying to get me back into killing with your constant mention of corpses! You know they almost kicked me out, but now I'm 'achanging man! It's so great we could all just skip the hangover like that!
Spaff needs to die, anyway. He intruded our insane convention! The more corpses, the merrier! You KNOW you can't stop killing. You're hooked. You can't overcome your murderous nature.
Wait... Somehow, throughout my whole life, I never noticed I was a nightmare.... So...all that has happened here is just me, being somebody's nightmare? I'm nothing but a nightmare... I'm so depressed.... Wait... If I'm a nightmare, I can SCARE people! MUAHAHAHAHA!!!! If nobody kills Spaff, I'm going to make him want to kill himself! I'll get in his head! I'm so evil...and depressed...but mostly evil.
All right, guys. Let's settle this like the civilized civilians we are... *yoinks gun and points it at Luke* WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!?
No, EMI! What would Oliver Cowdrey do? Eh, screw it, no one knows who he is. Let ME shoot him!
No, I wouldn't recommend that. You see, if you kill the parody author at his own song, that will bring several years of bad luck...or maybe it was an unlimited supply of cheese... I can't remember. Oh well. Besides, what happened to killing Spaff? He's getting away!
*glares at Luke, refusing to give up the musket* He tells me what "Hardo" refers to, the intent of the referral, and apologizes for causing such disruption, and he lives. He doesn't...and I'll be making a lot more of that corpse-flavored Mountain Dew...Spaff can live, he signed my ankles. *contorts self into a position that would enable self to kiss ankles, then decides against it and unwinds*
I believe the term dates back to 1300 BC in Portugal, meaning "nice pants". But I could be wrong.
Might I suggest the Water Wheel? That always makes the weak squirm. After that, might I suggest adding a bit more embalming fluid to our NecroDew. Brattoni might produce to bitter of a batch if he's pumped full of metal orbs. Granted he doesn't talk, of course.
*sighs and shakes head* You children and your torture devices. I'm going to get a bowl of cereal from what's left of your kitchen, Ralphing. Ta-ta.
HI!!! FREE RIFLE WITH EVERY MOUNTAIN DEW! Does anyone want a rifle? What about a Mountain Dew?!?! Please talk to me!
That would be my insane little brother. I'll think I'll buy a Mountain Dew from him just to shoot him with the free rifle.
Depends. Do you know SPINDLER?
I do, in fact, I wrote a song for him asking him to not leave AmIRight. http://www.amiright.com/parody/90s/backstreetboys58.shtml I liked his group song "Where is the Love?" but lately he's been a pest. He once said, "Increase your IQ from a garden hose" What does that even MEAN!? The Mystery does not know Spinny, however. He has only made two comments on AmIRight before.
YOU? AND SPINDLER? GAAAH! I MASSACRED BY YOUR SIDE, YWK! HOW COULD YOU? GIVE ME ONE OF THOSE MOUNTAIN DEWS WITH A RIFLE! LOOKS LIKE I'LL BE MAKING ANOTHER BATCH OF SODA!
It isn't what you think, Apricot! Ok...maybe it is, but you can't shoot me! Think of all the moments we've shared! Drinking alcohol... Hunting Tibbygirl... Drinking alcohol... You just can't kill me! Kill Spaff, kill Mystery, but anyone but me! I'm too good-looking to die!!
This situation is way too amusing to interrupt with a pitiful, pointless comment. Wait a second...
Silly Nightmare, you're a nightmare! Therefore, you have no physical matter, and can not have looks to be good enough to not die. If you fraternized, socialized, or otherwise talked to Spindler, you must be destroyed. And I expect the "you can't kill me if I have no matter!" argument, so I bring in this.... A Holy Icon! *presses holy icon to unholy thing*
Nooooooo! *quickly possesses Apricot's mind* Welcome to your worst nightmare, Apricot. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! No, wait, I forgot, you have to be asleep. Darn. But I'll have you know that I have seen you talking with Spindler, and that would mean you would have to be destroyed too.
NOTE, YWK, that I did not socialize and/or fraternize with the enemy, SPINDLER! I told him how much I hated him and how awful some of his work was. On that subject: Golly, We've really gotten far off of the subject of the wedding. I blame Your Worst Nightmare.
Gee, you are right, this isn't about the wedding. It started getting off track when Luke was talking about guillotines, and eventually, we all ended up running around with knives. But, we were still on the subject of wedding, and then after exchanging words with Tibby regarding dresses, Emi and Luke kept trying to set me up with her. Then you said something about scotch, and killed a bunch of people with your van. I joined your killing spree, and announced that the Mountain Dew was spiked. Then we all acted drunk for a while, and eventually I came up with corpse flavored Mountain Dew. Later, Spaff intruded, and then Luke made a very vague statement which may possibly be a threat. People started turning their muskets towards Luke, when you suggested a water wheel torture device. My little brother came in selling Mountain Dew with free rifles, and I revealed that I had been in cahoots with T.J. Spindler. That is where we are now. Going back through the comments, I trace the change of subject to you, where you were talking about how lonely you were and your craving for scotch.
So?
Ha-ha! YWN enters the fray, brandishing a long-winded summary of the soapesque goings-on, and Apricot bites back with a two-letter retort! BURRRRN! *fans self*
SO, Apricot, it wasn't ME, whom you accused, that changed the subject from the WEDDING! I think you ran over the minister too.
I'M NOT INSANE! Your Worst Nightmare is. He calls everyone Bob! Does he do that over here too? Mr. Crazy is in the building! And I don't mean me.
So how about that Mountain Dew! Please! PLEASE! Well fine then! I'll drink it! Its all mine! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *drinks a can of mountain dew* Ha! BUUUURRRPPPP
So how about that Mountain Dew! Please! PLEASE! Well fine then! I'll drink it! Its all mine! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *drinks a can of mountain dew* Ha! BUUUURRRPPPP
AND?
Aw, never mind.
As long as we're on the topic of...nothing... [A STORY.] I was walking home from the neighborhood convenience store, swinging my plastic sack of whatever. I passed by a hill (I like to call it Baby Bunnyland, due to an extreme overpopulation of rabbits) that seemed to have suddenly been littered with garbage. I felt bad for the bunnies and began to pick up the trash like a good citizen should. All of a sudden, in the street, someone threw a plastic thermos out of their SUV window. A plastic thermos! It didn't break, but it rolled right into the road. Now here I am, empty 2-liter bottle in hand, staring in awe at the lone thermos, when this big semi comes rolling down the street. Unfortunately, I don't notice it's a big semi until the wheel SPLATS open the thermos and causes the bottoms of my jeans to be covered in some strange red liquid (I'm hoping it was tomato soup). So when I came home, I felt that the only comfort that would suffice was knowing that someone had voted on my newest parody, "Eat the Rest". And you know what? My ankles are dripping with cold soup, I still have that 2-liter bottle by my side, and I have THREE MEASLY VOTES. Oh, and ONE COMMENT. ONE. Call it shameless self-promotion in disguise as a pity party, but please! I don't care if you hate it! Just let me know you SAW it!!! *deep breath* I WANT TO BE LOVED!!!
That sounds like a bad day. Your comment fills me with inspiration. First thing tomorrow, I'm going to hit random people on the street with a thermos of tomato soup. Then, when they confront me, I'm going to accuse them of not letting me express myself, then I'm going to write a book about throwing tomato soup filled thermoses at people, sell millions of copies, and get rich. Life is good. BTW, I only got one vote on a song I wrote in April or early May. I've seen several songs that didn't get any votes at all, just lingering there, with no recognition. I feel sorry for those parodies. Not really, actually I feel like throwing thermoses at them.
Oh-HO, you think that's funny? Well it's not. Not funny. If you're going to poke fun at my sorrow, you can at least help me get the stains out. And I still don't have any more votes. *blinks back tears* I worked for three hours on that one (probably a lot less, due to many, MANY interruptions) and I feel...cheated. It's bad enough that we don't get PAID to write these...;-) Ah well. I'll run by your single-vote parody and do you a favor.
Pssh. You think you can shamelessly self-promote? I can promote me and at least 6 other products, at the same time! Watch: *takes swig of mixed drink made of JACK DANIELS and PEPSI COLA: FOR THOSE WHO THINK YOUNG* Golly, Maya, it sure is great that our COMCAST HIGH-SPEED INTERNET is so fast on this new DELL PC. I just hope that http://www.amiright.com/parody/2000s/d1218.shtml loads before my CAMPBELL'S SOUP finishes cooking. You know how fast those FRIGIDAIRE oven tops cook that soup. Whoops! Too late! My soup is done! *pours into PFALTGRAFF bowl* Mmm Mmm Good! Wow! Someone left a comment on http://www.amiright.com/parody/2000s/d1218.shtml! Hurray! This calls for a celebration! Get Crystal on the phone, we're having a party! On second thought, I'll call Crystal, because I love our VERIZON phone service so much. Or maybe I'll use my VIRGIN MOBILE PHONE. Eh, either way, be sure to get lots of TOSTITOS brand dip and salsa, and maybe a few FANTA fruit flavored sodas! I want everyone to be really hyped for when I show them http://www.amiright.com/parody/2000s/d1218.shtml! There, I believe that was 11 products, and me 3 times. WHO WINS? SAY IT! SAY IT!!!!
In the words of MAD Magazine, 'you're a winner and a loser!' Yes, I'm back, sorry for the delay but I'm sure I told someone somewhere that I had a French excursion to Sydney from Friday to this arvo. EmiLoca, your arm must be getting sore from holding up that musket for so long. I just saw the word 'hardo' used in reference to someone who hadn't watched LOTR in your latest Pink parody. I thought it applied well to Meriadoc's comment that this deserved fives. In the words of some old computer game, I think Age Of Empires or something 'I am weak, please don't kill me.' I'll go vote for your parody! I will love you! *Big stupid Tibbygirl/Puss In Boots eyes from Shrek 2*
I'm gone for like three days and everyone forgives each other....Apricot I'm glad we're all peachy now!!! Hey, why don't you hand me a can of that NecroDew.....as long as it doesn't have the after-effects of alcohol. I'm trying to cut back. Recently I attended a MDAA (Mountain Dew Addicts Anonymous) meeting, and I was greatly helped by the lack of people who attended. It was me and another person who looked curiously like me on the other side of a wall of glass. I tried having civilized conversations with the girl but she turned out to be very rude and mock everything I said. So I left, but I really think that I have been cured. However, the idea of NecroDew is very tantalizing....*reaches for can* Ok no. I won't...I won't do it.
Oh boy am I a tool. I see now that 'Hardo' was their NAME. Oh well, I rephrase my previous statement and say that it is an Aussie tradition to use people's names as adjectives for other people. The phrase 'so Brattoni' has been applied to numerous people when they drop a bad joke, justifying a pummelling of their biceps. Nice to see you back Tibbygirl. Your eyes came in handy. *Handies them back* AND THANKS TO ALL WHO COME TO VOTE "PROPERLY"! YOUR FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED!!!
Ah, I was looking for those....although it was fairly difficult to look without the use of my eyes. Thank you.
*drops musket* Ah, that's better! Nice to have you two back, it was hell listening to YWN and Apricot bicker on like the idiotic, chauvenistic males they are. :-) Purely to spite Apricot: Say what? Say the word "it"? Or do you mean for me to say "It say it!" There is even a possibility of the word "it" going in place of the phrase "Say it!", in which case I would have to say "Say it!". See, this is what I like to call Grace Hampton syndrome. By the way, what's an arvo? Is that like an ar-vee?
I secretly hoped that this was all-Aussie slang so I can send some of my culture over your way. 'Tis short for 'afternoon'.
I would like to note that both Tibbygirl and her eyes are in no way affiliated with the Shrek 2 film or Dreamworks Pictures.
Furthermore, any relations between the film and endorsement of Mountain Dew, necro-scotch-sodas, Iron Maidens crammed full of donuts and the aforementioned Tibbygirl or fictional cheese lands are purely coincidental.
Arvo! *delight* Arvo arvo arvo! See you in the arvo! What's happening this arvo? That's one jacked-up arvo! Now, if the US wasn't the mutt of all nations, I could probably give you some authentic slang of my own. Unfortunately, all I have for y'all are various izzle-isms that I can't afford to publicize without a disclaimer - which I'd rather not write up. I'd be sued into a lifetime of subway musicianship.
Testing, one two three?
Testing, one two three?
'The mutt of all nations'... classic. I do believe 'jacked-up' is a phrase that we would use to describe prices that have greatly elevated due to some cheesy occsion like the Olympics, where a chocolate bar went from $1 to a 'jacked-up' $2.50. What context do you use it in? I am aware of your 'fuhshnizzle ma nizzle, I'll pizz a cizz in your a-izzle' lingo, being 'down' with the Dee-Oh-Double-Gizzle. I lisizztened to hisizz music at a sausage shizzizzle. And yes, I have dumped the crappy JARLB. My name, I realise, has all the vowels only once, like 'facetious' and 'pandemonium; truly something worth flaunting on this inane site. Testes: one, two... three?!
Actually, NecroDew is more corpse then anything. The ingredients to produce 30 barrels are as follows: 11Goths, 6 hippies, 4 mimes, 4 children, corn syrup, some other syrup, numerous long fancily named chemicals, Blue Lake #40, Mountain Dew. Therefore, there is far too much Necro, far to little dew, no scotch, {I'm quitting as you know, switching to good old opium} to actually be considered a Mountain Dew beverage. On that note, anyone who is recovering from a certain addiction to Mountain Dew may find this a safe, if not a bit macabre, alternative. And furthermore, why did you call me an idiot? What do you have against me, EmiLoca? Did I not plan to bring some folding chairs and death-inspired beverages to your wedding? Did I not amuse you with my hate war with YWK? I see how it is. *Pulls out the two sharp pieces of steel he had on another messageboard* You've hurt me, now it's my turn to hurt- again!
Showing off!
Showing off!
How do you like THAT, packard? I used the phrase "jacked-up" (which is mostly used in terms of "That's whack, completely jacked-up") in context of "I don't know what I'm talking about, so I'll throw this in just to see what the reaction is." And do you really have three? That's so weird...I thought I was the only one.
Showing off!
How do you like THAT, packard? I used the phrase "jacked-up" (which is mostly used in terms of "That's whack, completely jacked-up") in context of "I don't know what I'm talking about, so I'll throw this in just to see what the reaction is." And do you really have three? That's so weird...I thought I was the only one.
Hey, would jacked down mean lowered prices? No, actually it sounds like something that was hacked into pieces. I'm bored. Say something funny, Apricot. I myself have run out of random and idiotic things to say, so I'm looking for inspiration.
Well, Emi, I'mmo level with you for a minute. You see, I have a sniper on the building across the street, 16 pieces of steel, at least 8 of them on fire at the current time. I also have an experienced artillery of angry German Sheperd dogs in my second, larger, more hazardous van. And *leans a bit closer* Your Worst Nightmare is actually a robot full of explosives that I built, and he doesn't even know it. That may or may not be all my weapons on-hand at the current time.
$*#()@$&#)%@???? You are my...creator? Wait, who creates nightmares? I'm a nightmare, not an explosive robot. *hauntily walks away*
A robot!! THAT'S SO COOL!!!!! Come, people, let's celebrate the news of YWK's origin over a nice bottle of NecroDew.
I'll drink to YWK being a robot. *raises glass of eerie black fluid. Several souls appear to be trying to escape, but fall back into the glass* Everyone, join me in a toast! To Your Worst Nightmare being a robot!
I'm not a robot!! Don't make me get out my high powered machine gun* again!
* see comment of June 10, 2004 9:20:57 AM
* see comment of June 10, 2004 9:20:57 AM
*raises her own glass* To top-secret information on other people's lives!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*sigh* Okay then, YWK. But tell me, how do you explain THIS? *rips off Your Worst Nightmare's back, revealing some wires, circuits, and other fancy robot stuff. There's also a signature, "MADE BY APRICOT, MAY 18, 3:15:06"* We're waiting! *leans back and takes sip of NecroDew*
*grabs another can of Necrodew and proceeds to sit in a corner, where she can get a good view of the coming event* This is better than watching The People's Court.
The People's Court is cool, but this is way better! Someone go to the store, we're gonna need some Skittles, some Starburst, some chips, and a whole lot of wings! Screw wings, this calls for sushi! On that thought.... Screw it, go get some snacks!
If I'm a robot, how do you explain your comment on June 18, 2004 1:43:48 PM, Apricot?
That was a dream sequence. Didn't you see the "THIS IS A DREAM SEQUENCE FROM HERE UNTIL APRICOT SAYS SO" right before that? I said it wasn't anymore right before I announced that you were a robot. Yep, that was a dream.
I still refuse to believe I am a robot, even if I do have circuits and bolts inside of me. That is probably just for nightmarish effect.
JUST JOKING BEEP! I"M A BEEP! ROBOT! BEEP!
Explain why you said THAT, then.
IMPOSTER! I'll see you in court! You are charged with murder, copyright infringement, embezzlement, extortion and double dipping.
*sips Necrodew* My my, this is getting quite good.
All right, the next person who so much as HINTS at saying anything about robots, Necrodew, or anything shiny, pointed and weaponish gets a lifetime sentence in the Iron Maiden with TibbyGirl (YWN, speak up! This is your chance!).
Okay then. We'll just have to find something else to talk about. *sips Regular Old Plain Ice Water* Yep. *takes another sip* Mm-Hm. *goes to get another sip, but stops and checks his watch, Then takes the sip* Yep. *coughs, and takes a sip* Ye... Oh God, I can't take it anymore! STEEL STEEL NECRODEW ROBOT ROBOT ROBOT ROBOT STEEL DEW NECRO NECRODEW SCOTCHY SCOTCH SCOTCH! There, I said it! That was refreshing! *throws down ice water. Runs over to Your Worst Nightmare. Jams Key into YWK's ear-like appendage. YWK turns into a really cool Cadillac car. Drives away in Your Worst Cadillac Car* Hahahaha! Catch me if you ca... *hits wall* Oops. I'm screwed.
I don't think so, EmiLoca. I don't want to be stuck with a girl who kept on trying to convince me earlier to wear a dress. Apricot! That hurrrrt! I'm turning myself around! Luckily, I have artificial intelligence and can drive myself! I'm taking you to Emi! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! You and Tibbygirl drink all the NecroDew you want!
I'LL SAVE YOU! *presses panic alarm on his door-unlocker apparatus. YWK stops and starts beeping uncontrollably. Apricot herioically smashes through YWK's side window, saves everyone inside, and while he's at it, takes the radio out of the car* HA! That's one for the A-Man!
Wait, who did I just save? If I'm still in the car, then who was in the car that I sav.... hmm.... *takes long puff of marijuana*
Yeah, you might want to think about that. Besides, when I said I was going to Emi, I wasn't talking along the lines of running over her. I was thinking more of turning you into her so she can stick you in the Iron Maiden with Tibby. Of course, considering the background of you two, you'd probably kill her.
Kill? Who? Oh God, I am so high right now; I have NO idea what's going on. Or maybe it was my evil twin. Wait, I don't have an evil twin. Hm....
*wanders over from other board. Makes scary barking sounds*
I'm confused. And bored. *throws a thermos of tomato soup at EmiLoca*
Wait... YOU CAN"T THROW! You're still a Cadillac, and will remain so until further.... Uh, you're not mad about the whole "STEEL STEEL NECRODEW" thing, are you Emi? What are you doing? NOOOOO!
*dodges the thermos YWN threw* *dodges the tanty Apricot threw* I am mad. But stealthy.
No! Don't put me in the Iron Maiden! Then I'll be within 10 feet of Tibbygirl! {again, an insider joke}
I decided to not be a Cadillac anymore, Apricot. Lock 'im in, EmiLoca.
Ha! You can't change until I press this... *taps button, hitting on accident* Oh s***.
*continues to make scary bark sounds. Defecates on rug. Goes back to barking*
Please, everybody on this so-called "thread". It is not a thread. It is a parody to be voted and commented on. If the conversation must go on, take it to the messageboard, e-mails, PM, anywhere but here.
Are you Jake A Ralphing (Luke Brattoni) in disguise? Did he give you the authority to kick himself, his bride-to-be, and his various acquaintances from his own parody comment area? If not, I suggest you either file a complaint with ChuckyG or get a group of other "had its" to pressure us into deportation. If the author has a problem with it, he should speak up. Anyone else should probably...not. That said, also consider that you're the only one on this entire parody of nearly 300 comments who seems to have a problem with our conversation.
had it, if the author is not only approving of, but engaging in the festivities, I don't think there is a problem.
I do believe this is the most commented-on parody on the site (I've check out the big guns and safely claim this title) so KEEP 'EM COMING! Sorry to 'had it' and anyone else, but I wish to bask in the purile anarchy of this comment board whilst I can. *eyes a German Sheperd nearby* You like your flock of sheep, nein?
We will defend our posts until the death! Perhaps a premature one due to that German Shepherd that seems to be stalking our posts!
*curls up in Iron Maiden and falls asleep. Some people try to wake him, but he makes scary barking noises and goes back to sleep.*
No, it's cool. That German Sheperd is my dog. {See "Dirty Dishes" by EmiLoca} Well, I guess I should take him out to the van and cleverly avoid the punishment I was originally sentenced to.
Can I come out, too? No offense, but I really don't like this situation that y'all set up. I mean, APRICOT??? Can't you guys give me something a little better than that? I mean, why don't you just give me a pistol with one shot in a pirate-esque manner and let me end my misery quicky? Come on, Emi....why can't you stick your Orlando Bloom life-size doll in here, and give me a little fun??? Just give me that!!!! I think I have been an asset to this board...can't you at least let me out or give me some decent company??? *pets German Shepard*
Good Lord, EmiLoca, stop this nonsense this instant and get back to work on more parodies!
She can do what she wants, Mr. Leo Jay. For your information, I'm sure that many of the words that are exchanged here inspire her in her parody work. So what do you think about that? HUH? That's what I thought.
Leo Jay controls me. Must leave parody comment area forever. Wedding cancelled. Iron Maiden sold on eBay. NecroDew chugged excessively until gone. Apricot...well, I don't really want him anyway. Farewell, cool world...
YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYESSS!!!!! THE IRON MAIDEN HAS BEEN SOLD!!! I'M FREE AT LAST!!! WOOOHOOOO!!!!!! *runs into pole and is knocked unconscious*
Oh no... She's out.
Sorry, just came back here to pack up my things...sorry TibbyGirl, but we sold the Iron Maiden with you still inside... That means no running into Poles. That's extremely racist of you.
..................farwell Emi! Come and visit my Christmas parody tomorrow.....*sob sob*
Well, thankfully, the Poles didn't want me and threw me out on the street with a can of mayonaisse and a letter opener. So now, all I have to do is wait for my flight out of here in the Polish sheriff's private jet, and then I'll be out of here!!!
And I said "out of here" twice. That phrase has been used up. It is now dead.
So mayonnaise comes in a can now? That is so out of here!
*narrows eyes* Well, it looks like you're all doing just corkingly without me! Fine! I don't need this! I never needed this! What's this? Is this a question? SCREW THIS!!! *flings open dresser drawer and collects tanties* Farwell, and I am so out of here.
Wait a minute, this is so much better! I cancel my previous making-up with Emi as iit is just too damn boring!!! We get engaged on the site and organise the wedding for about two months, then after breaking up WE MAKE UP WITHIN A DAY?! Come on, we need to draw out this dramatic affair with Leo Jay for atleast a fortnight, possibly have a few star appearances from his evil twin Lrigybbit etc!!
OoOoOoOoO I like that plan. I mean, if we can drag out the Iron Maiden for weeks, I can't see why this nice little Leo Jay affair can't be seriously looked over. And besides the fact, Emi will always come back. She's loyal like that. She can't resist JARLB's witty one-liners any more than Apricot can resist NecroDew.
So, I leave for a few days and this is what you say about me? It's pretty clear I was never wanted to begin with. I'll just leave then. But before I do, why? Why do you people "don't really want him anyway" and "Can't you guys give me something a little better than that" I'm going, but I leave you with a pic to remember me by. http://maddox.xmission.com/yeah_d55.jpg
I'm coming back for my German Sheperd dog! *leaves. People go "aww!"* Oh fine, I'll leave him. *leaves dog. People cheer. Music plays. People dance and pet dog.*
*comes back again* I forgot my keys! *grabs keys and leaves* wait, I need my car. *goes over to YWK and clicks button. YWK turns into car again. Drives away*
Come, Apricot, you can live in my 10-billion-dollar estate I inherited from my ancient Asian grandparents in Japan. You can have the second floor. They also left me their Ferraris, Prada bags, plasma-screen television, artifically intelligent manservants and a burger franchise. Oh, and JARLB - did I mention that I cancelled our joint account?
Yes! Japan! Burgers! Alright!!!!! Thank you!
And meanwhile, let's just leave poor me in a closet with a large pink bucket, an obscenely large beanbag, and an extensive shrine of Orlando Bloom. Estate? Who needs one!!!
...well, I guess I'll play with... err, my piece fo cheese. *elongated pause* Why is there only half a piece of cheese here?!!! *refers to documents* DAMN! I didn't cancel the joint account! (I was actually thinking of doing a parody about pre-nup until SOMEONE interrupted the whole scheme of things!) *evil-eyeing Tibbygirl*
Welcome to Tokyo Turkeyburger. May I take your money? Apricot, those fries aren't greasy enough, dunk 'em for another five. And we're out of cheese again! Will someone please get us some...*furtive glances at JARLB's half-cheese piece*
Why do I get the feeling that SOME people are blaming little me for this very sudden and crisp split between the two original lovebirds? I mean, I had nothing to do with it. I didn't interrupt anything. All I did was sit here and sip Necrodew, as well as occasionally offer my thoughts on the subject at hand. No interrupting schemes here. I don't hold with that scheme-interrupting nonsense.
Are you going to order or just sit there talking to yourself?
Hey! I specifically ordered extra anchovies and no Tibbygirl in my meal!
I'm sorry, but we don't apologize. Would you like to Super-Size that?
I'm not in your meal, stupid. I'm in the trunk, where you threw me yesterday so I'd be quiet and not tell Emi your big secret. Which I won't. I mean, what big secret? I know nothing. :)
I leave for like one week and i miss over what seems like a hundred comments! and Apricot i will marry you if you still want me...screw Indian British guys, you use them where you can get them. So much has happened and Emi i hope you have vegetarian options at your Tokyo Turkeyburger. DON'T WORRY TIBBY I WILL SAVE YOU FROM THAT AWFUL TRUNK! throws on bright spandex suit with attached cape and sets off to rescue Tibby...then stops to look in a mirror to tell herself how good she really looks...OH CRAP I FORGOT THE UTILITY BELT(which comes equipped with a socket wrench and a knitting needle) WHOOSH...POOF...gone...
Who are you calling a 'Whoosh'?
i called someone a WHOOSH?
Yeah! I mean, the 'Poof' I can deal with, bt 'Whoosh' is such a terrible insult that my timid little heart was rattled to bits! *swooning*
i never would have guessed that your heart would be so profoundly affected by my "Whoosh" it will never happen again!
It better not!..................you can come back now, Emi! *opens curtains, eyes scan the streets, curtains closed again*
FYI, I just came back to tell my fellow people of the world that I may no longer comment on this site. I also may not answer any e-mails or ever talk to anyone on IM again. This is due to an obscenely stupid rule my parents made up after a certain little technical problem popped up. My parents called it a "virus". Said I was "responsible". Told me I was "grounded from the computer for life". So there you go. Farewell people!! I shall miss you!!!! (ps. thanks for saving me Kavi! I luv ya girl!) (pps. I love you to Emi!!!) (ppps. what the heck, I LOVE EVERYBODY!!!!)
OH I LOVE YOU TOO TIBBY AND YOU MUST COME BACK TO US...I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR PARENTS, FIND ANOTHER WAY! LIKE YOUR LOCAL LIBRARY FOR INSTANCE...
Or my house! Just sneak in through the back window.
Your parents dubbed my comedy a 'virus'? Usually it is referred to as a 'tumerous humour'. Sorry for getting you kicked off your computer! Maybe you should do something radical now, like stepping out of your room. Maybe this could lead to stepping outdoors... and actually interacting with other carbon-based individuals in a natural environment!!!
I'm back! Where I was I'm still not sure, I remember something about Fidel Castro and a crossbow. But that's not important. What IS important is that you all have the rest of your lives to look forward to ME not being gone. And KaviR, I will still gladly marry you. Just promise that we won't move to Ireland and live in a box by a pub. Thank you! I'm going to get a bowl of cereal.
*has bowl of cereal* Mmm.... Overpriced Japanese cereal.....
Have I just been abandoned here? It's been 5 days with NO company. I'm getting lonely. And you know what I do when I'm lonely.... *starts to reach for leftover scotch*
Sorry man, I'm drowning my sorrows and burying them in shallow graves out back cuz I have done DIDDLY SQUAT on my assessments. My last term of school is only days away!!! Garg!!! I grip to the last remaining remnants of childhood!
'ELLO!!!! guess who's back? back again? jamie's back!!!! tell a friend!!! Sorry about that. Random burst of spontaniety. I have discovered that my sister, being the lazy bum that she is, has chosen NOT to lock her bedroom door, therefore leaving poor, computer-deprived souls to just wander in. I just went to Mexico and haggled with the vendors. "Haggled" in this sentence being "bartered." And I dug ditches. And met loads of great guys from NYC. GO BROOKLYN!!!!! It go'n rain.
*jumpy up and downy* It's you! ((more to come in ensuing emails))
*cursing under breath* It's you! ((more computer viruses to come in ensuing spam))
You're all back! Welcome! I brought presents! *hands presents*
Who's interested in a parody about this infernally long chit-chat conversation? Group effort ofcourse, just put your name and an abscure adverb below if you want in.
Me. Um...abscurely?
Waiting for those ensuing emails, Emi. *taps impatiently or hours on end* Don't you want to hear about the NY guys? :)
Wow, Tibbygirl. That's the second most obscure adverb I've ever seen. (LOL to Emi, you really are a gemi)
YES! I've wanted to parody this on going conversation for months! E-Mail me HASTILY! {is that ABscure enough?} ice_and_steel@pa.net.
Why you people keep leaving me alone with Apricot? He's about to go back to scotch, and I ain't puttin' up with that no more. You can't think of Apricot as a friend; you have to think of him as a pet. When you leave him alone, he's gon' chew the furniture. In fact, he's already started. Brattoni, I hope that couch of yours wasn't very important to you....
That's no couch... that's Tibbygirl!!! PS. As this is my final year of school and all the 'important' exams will be in the next few weeks I might have difficulty doing the parody. We can always let this message board keep growing for more ideas.
Well, I've added Ape's email to my 'Internet Lovers' folder and I'm all fired up for one psychadelic psong. A good place to start is a title, but I'm not going to be the first to toe the line...or the filthy dirt beside it, for that matter...
Gee, a title, I didn't think that far ahead. This is going to be harder than I planned for. *gasp* And then we need a tune to parody!!!
A tune? This is hopeless. How are we supposed to find a TUNE?!? *nervous tanty*
*idea* Perhaps we just make up a 'tune' and 'song' that we have parodied, give it an obscure name by an obscurer rock band and obscurate as many obscuficant obscudances as we can obdiddlyumpchuck into the parody!.........*crickets chirping off in the distance*.......*joins Emi in nervous tanty* Budge up!
I'm terribly sorry, I've been gone for a bit. I apologize if I didn't get any e-mails you may have sent. I'm still not back, but I'll be back home in a few days. I'm glad we're Internet Lovers now, Emi. I was about to kill myself from lack of contact.
Apricot, stop chewing my leg. You're getting slobber all over Luke's carpet.
Technically it's Emi's carpet, she claimed it along with the TV, stereo system, collection of artworks, all bedroom and living room furniture and various kitchen utensils. I got the scented pine tree to hang from my rear-view mirror. (Emi got the rest of the car)
What a deal!!! When I broke up with my Internet fiancee (spell.?) I only got the tuba case we had our first date in, chock full of sentimental value. Ah.....the good ol' days........
Sorry everyone! My internet is shut off until we get our new computer, so the address I gave you won't send me anything. I'll let you know when I get the new e-mail. Luke, I'm sorry about the car, but you may have Your Worst Nightmare. {if you recall, he turns into a rather pimpin' Cadillac car} Hey, speaking of Your Worst Nightmare, whatever happened to that turkey mofo? Tibbygirl: I will NOT stop! Not until someone's missing a leg, and it ain't gonna be me!
Has anyone seen my leg?
Look what I found in the backyard!!! *holds up rotten piece of decaying flesh, some may say in the shape of a leg* Say, it must belong to one of those mimes......*tosses "leg" into closet*
Dear God, what is wrong with you people? How long do you plan to keep this conversation going?
We're actually all dead, it is the mere spirit of our lameness that lives on to haunt the site with random conversation.
Haunt some other site then. I know you've been told the place for this is the message boards, why don't you take it there?
Because I have lots of issues and bearing the most comments for a parody is yet another measly way for me to feel important in a cold and isolated world.
*sighs deeply* Never mind then....
Submission appreciated. :)
'Sup, binch wankers.... I'm back again! Aiiight, these turkey mofos at Comcast aren't working for me too well... so... e-mail me at The_Seventh_Terrance@hotmail.com.
Hey, where did Your Worst Nightmare go?
...or rather, the ghost of EmiLoca. Shh, I'm supposed to be on paid AmIRight vacation, don't tell anyone I'm here!
I'm really quite excited to see how many people come by here to tell us how lame-mature we are. There's another record for you, brat. Oh, and here's another. *gives Daddy's worn album of "Le Freak"*
I'm really quite excited to see how many people come by here to tell us how lame-mature we are. There's another record for you, brat. Oh, and here's another. *gives Daddy's worn album of "Le Freak"*
more of them return.... oy....
As did you. If you want to join the conversation, feel free to do so.
Do I want to join the conversation? Not particularly.
Then feel free to leave. :-)
*tucks away ouija board* Emi returns!! (oh crap, I was supposed to focus on studying this fortnight...meh.)
Guess who's back? No really, guess. It's the German Sheperd dog! Hey, who's "False Impression of Idiocy"? That's awesome.
*makes scary barking noises*
*makes even scarier chihuahua growling noises*
*makes scariest of all howling noises. Begins to chew on people's legs.*
*makes guttural howling noises. Begins to breed with Wolf."
Hey! What have I told you two about doing you-know-what when the press is filming footage for the upcoming election?!!
Which one:" "if you want it, flaunt it" or "wetter is better"?
The latter. And there was a typo in 'election'. ;) As Ardour Weakly of my revered Hairy Potted parody the Changer of Sequins, "front to back to clean your crack cuz back to front will smear your cu-hang on, you're not Germy!"
I'm exceedingly sorry, but I didn't want to know that. Boys and their bodily function jokes.
False Impression of Idiocy says hi, and why does Lupin the Werewolf still have an unsightly comb-over?
False Impression of Idiocy says hi, and why does Lupin the Werewolf still have an unsightly comb-over?
You sly little thing you! (assuming you were the vixen slicing through TB's lycanthr- no-hopeness) Check out Johnny D's cool medals, I emailed you the URL.
*is now very scared. Tries to run away*
Ooh, shiny! I think I'll print it out and put it on my shelf of trophies. My "Most Likely To Suck Seed" medal is getting lonely. *grabs Wolf by the hind leg*
Noooooooooo!!!!! *Bites Emi's arm. What? Yeah, that's right, he can talk. Deal with it*
*comes in door.* Hey, I just wanted to.... *sees horrible act of bestiality* Uh... Yeah.... Uh... Okay... I'm gonna... Yeah.... Go and... You know.... Go to another board.... Yeah.... *runs*
*emulating the Simpsons in the Sideshow Bob episode the results in Abe Simpson riding up on a motor bike and yelling ' I'm gunna haul ass to Lollapalooza!') HERE WE GO AGAIN!!!
*emulating a walrus* Mwaaaaaah.
It certainly bites that the only visitors we ever get are AmIRight repo-men who take our stuff when we refuse to move to a board of less page-space. No! Don't take my ceramic Powerade bottle!!! *sobs*
It certainly bites that the only visitors we ever get are AmIRight repo-men who take our stuff when we refuse to move to a board of less page-space. No! Don't take my ceramic Powerade bottle!!! *sobs*
"emasculating a walrus* MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Okay, that was weird. If the bestiality doesn't stop, I'm bringing True Brilliance back. I know him, and he WILL come back with other people just like him. Seriously, it's in THE BIBLE. I'm not sure where exactly, but it says "Don't have sex with animals." I know they never had grounds to delete the board, but... Hey! Is anyone listening? *pulls wolf and walrus away from people* Stop it for a minute and listen! Now, if you keep doing this, True Brilliance will have a reason to... KNOCK IT OFF! Now, I was saying, True Brilliance will... Ah, screw it!
German Sheperd Dog, Paris Hilton, Wolf, Joe Piscopo, PhlegmiOrca, and The Entire Cast Of Disney On Ice - August 27, 2004 - Report this comment
Snarrrrllll, pant pant pant, woof, uhh uhh OH OH, grrrowwwl, *snuffle*, *slurp slurp slobber lick lick lick*, oh OH oh OH YES YES mwahahahahaHAHAHAHA oh yes YES MICKEY DON'T STOP OHHHH DONALD OHHHH GOOFY DON'T STOP DON'T STOP AAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Hey! Dog! What did I say about wild orgies involving multiple species? Don't give me that look, you know what I said: They better be Satanic in some way! Maya, don't deny your love for wild bestial orgies. And bringing True Brilliance back won't help, I know him just as well as you, and I know he does the same with plants. {see T.J. Spindler's Frankee parody}
*sprays board - and Luke's dirty mouth - with LemonShine, Formula 409, Fantastik and other cleaning agents with silly names*
And, just to counter the so-called "power of clean" - *blows PhlegmiOrca.....'s nose*
And, just to counter the so-called "power of clean" - *blows PhlegmiOrca.....'s nose*
FCC Censor Followed By A Bunch of Ticked-Off Christian Mothers - August 27, 2004 - Report this comment
Oh, Ms. Loca.... No amount of cleaners could ever cleanse this site. You have so much swearing, sex, violence, and teen drinking, I'm afraid we have to label this board "R to the X-TREME"!!!!! Therefore, no one is allowed to look at this board ever again without parental consent. What? I don't care if your parents are dead, you still need consent, gosh darn it! The FCC has spoken. *throws smokescreen and vanishes*
*licks lips* Mmmmmmm.... lemon fresh. Speaking of cleaning agents with silly names, meet Oswald Sprorgenhoffer. He's been an agent in the cleaning industry for nineteen years now. Say hi to people, Oswald! *Oswald gets dragged into the melee of viscous copulation* Urgh! The mess! Think back to Chapter Two of the manual, Oswald! CHAPTER TWO OF THE MANUAL!!!!
*in typical teenage-girl giggletone* Heyyyyy Oswaaaald. *wink* Do you have a brother?
That's it, I'm going fishing.
Ask the fish if they have brothers.
The fish have no brothers. I'm sorry.
*crestfallen* That's all right. It's not your fault. Wait...do they have sisters?
Yes, they do. If you swing that way.
*grabs hold of Emi and swings*
[Insert Austin Powers 'swinger baby yeah' reference here]
I can't, there a bunch of text in the way!
Oh, har har. If you were computer literate at all, you would know to delete the tex inside and insert the appropriate word there. I guess that explains all those TEXT you're always leaving all over the messageboards. *falls out of swing*
...um, CONFUSED! Your capital lettering of 'text' implies that you are aware of the 'tex' stated previously, but is this referring to 'tex' as 'An extremely powerful macro- based text formatter written by Donald Knuth, very popular in academia, especially in the computer-science community' or is it a typo of 'text' that just coincidentally has capital-letter 'text' after it to consumate the reciprocal of ....um, CONFUSED! *hides Emi from broken-swing insurance people*
Good. Because I completely and totally misspelled the word 'tex' in an attempt to confuse you, or hypnotize you, or convince you that Puerto Rico is, indeed, the 51st state of America...1 out of 3, yikes. I'm losing it.
"Well, it's always in the last place you look."
Well, yes. It wouldn't be in the second-to-last place, because I wouldn't keep looking for it if I found it already. Sillyhead Luke. Let's go sit on the tire swing.
*squeeze* Gee, this is, *elbows EmiLoca's pancreas* enjoyable. But I just have to say that *receives EmiLoca's duodenum in the hypothalamus gland* I find it more challenging *dislocates aural cartilage* when I continue to look *contorts spine into pretzel-like shape* even after I've found it. *nudges Emi'Locas shoulder with ankle* By the way, it's spelt 'tyre'... OW! That was my pyloric sphincter!
The Hittin on Emiloca World has forgotten about little old me.........and meanwhile I sit here, still with the rotten piece of decaying flesh, waiting to be noticed by you inferior minds. Have you forgotten the times we've shared? Apricot, did you forget narrowly missing me with your corpse-killing piece of machinery? Luke, did you forget my sweet Tibbygirl eyes? Emily? WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU MORONS??????!?!?!?!?! HUH? .........all i want is my proper respect. Sorry Emi, for calling you Emily.
Whooo newcomer! This is very amusing! If I had 12 hours and 47 minutes to read this..I would totally do so. But now I must catch up on my DDRING..adios sillypoos!
Didn't forget you, just didn't hear from you, TIbby. Got kinda lost amongst all the tire swinging and whatnot. Wasn't sure what to say. I hope the newcomer isn't another True Brilliance or Had It.
*thinks for a moment* I don't know whether to forgive you or smack you upside the head with a tire swing.
Luke, do you not know how to sit on a tyre swing? Didn't think so. *tips Luke out of the swing, causing him to land facedown in the splintered woodchips*
Ha, ha...Zeefer is one of us. TibbyGirl, EmiLoca and the aformentioned Zee had a get-together last night, and we introduced her to the only parody on this site with 412 comments and no votes. I...kind of doubt she'll be back.
Ha, ha...Zeefer is one of us. TibbyGirl, EmiLoca and the aformentioned Zee had a get-together last night, and we introduced her to the only parody on this site with 412 comments and no votes. I...kind of doubt she'll be back.
Forgive me? For what? I didn't do anything, you kinda stopped talking.
Hey, I do believe 'let's go sit on the tire swing' implies that we both had to cram in, so you can come join me in this abrasive pit of splintered woodchips! (Mmm... splintered woodchips...) refrigerate pez often- zeeferginator treep! (best I could do in two minutes) And let me get this visually in my mind... you, Tibbygirl and the aforementioned Zee had a 'get-together'? And even kinkier, it involved this parody? And by the way, it's spelt 'Tybbygyrl'.
WE WILL NEVER HEED TO YOUR SPELLINGS, BRATTONI LOL !!!!YOU WILL BEND TO OUR WILL, OR WE WILL CRUSH YOU LOL!!! CRUSH YOU WITH OUR WEAPONS LOL!
... uh, riiiight...
Ah, but what an accurate representation of the American dream! LOL! ...OLOL!
RIGHT WE ARE LOL!!! WE ARE GLAD YOU SEE OUR POINT LOL!!!!
Hey! That's spelt 'LOUL' you capitalist pig! ;)
Greasy aussie. *scowl*
Erm...I just realised that Australia is capitalist, too. Sorry for tramping grease all through your carpet.
OH, AREN'T WE FUNNY...
A brief announcement: I will not be writing parodies again for a long time. Um...I'll probably make a thread on the messageboard regarding this, but it probably will also mean that I won't be coming back to this site for a while. Just...so you know. :-/
A brief announcement: I will not be writing parodies again for a long time. Um...I'll probably make a thread on the messageboard regarding this, but it probably will also mean that I won't be coming back to this site for a while. Just...so you know. :-/
Deja vu!
The "y"s just make my name look so much cooler. :) Lolly lol lol.
Cool... AND BRITISH-ESQUE!
That was EXACTLY the point. Are you psychic??!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Yes, yes I am.
Let's test your psychic abilities, then! I'm thinking of a number between 1 and 3.
2?
lolol no that is not funny retards
That doesn't sound like Emi.... Hm.
*sirens start up* EMILOCA IMPOSTER EMILOCA IMPOSTER WEEOO WEEOO
Who could be messing with us? Hm.....
could it be me? muahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! T.J. NOT OUT!
(The Real.)
Actually, it was my sister, Hevismoka, aka Katie, who imposterized me. And...be out. Please.
Actually, it was my sister, Hevismoka, aka Katie, who imposterized me. And...be out. Please.
NO! muahahahahahahahahaah! T.J. NOT OUT!
Will the real EmiLoca please stand up? By the way, Katie sounds hot! *cringes at Pavlovian-like response to the word 'sister' that has been programmed into system via male-dominant education* She's like, 9 years old isn't she? And by the way Apricot, I was actually thinking of 2.4754.
OK then, there's only one way to handle this... PLEASE STAY, TJ! WE ALL LOVE YOU, YOUR INTELLECT IS ONE TO BE WORSHIPPED ON BENDED KNEE! *FAWN!*
OK then, there's only one way to handle this... PLEASE STAY, TJ! WE ALL LOVE YOU, YOUR INTELLECT IS ONE TO BE WORSHIPPED ON BENDED KNEE! *FAWN!*
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *gasp* !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All the othe-mi-locas are just medi-oca...
I guess good looks run in the family...or at least they sound that way. Actually, she's twelve, but that still makes you an almost-pedophile. AND IT'S TRUE! The only reason everyone here pretends to hate you, T.J., is because we are all so darn jealous of you! I mean, your scathing wit - how could anyone retort? By the way, has anyone ever told you that your lack of punctuation, grammar, and grasp of the English language is hot?
I guess good looks run in the family...or at least they sound that way. Actually, she's twelve, but that still makes you an almost-pedophile. AND IT'S TRUE! The only reason everyone here pretends to hate you, T.J., is because we are all so darn jealous of you! I mean, your scathing wit - how could anyone retort? By the way, has anyone ever told you that your lack of punctuation, grammar, and grasp of the English language is hot?
Where are those damn steel razor things? Or that dog?
Who cares, Apricot? Why bother with such earthly possessions when we can spend ALL of our time worshipping the transcendent deity TJ Spindler! I too get highly aroused by his juvenile arrogance, horrendous syntax and use of ****'s to euphemise the all-powerful words emenating from his almighty typing digits.(Uh-oh, I feel a highly sarcastic 'Hittin' on TJ Spindler' parody a-coming.)
The Real Em Lady: What is an almost-paedophile? (That's how we spell it 'round these here parts, see!) Someone who lures a kiddy down a back-alley with gifts, corners them with their large trenchcoat and then hesitates with the line: "Will you respect me in the morning, or are you only in this relationship for my money?" Australia is currently conducting a paedophile witchhunt at the moment, so if anyone asks I had no idea that camera concealed behind the mirror in your sister's bedroom was directly hooked up to my hardrive.
For the last four months.
The Real Em Lady: What is an almost-paedophile? (That's how we spell it 'round these here parts, see!) Someone who lures a kiddy down a back-alley with gifts, corners them with their large trenchcoat and then hesitates with the line: "Will you respect me in the morning, or are you only in this relationship for my money?" Australia is currently conducting a paedophile witchhunt at the moment, so if anyone asks I had no idea that camera concealed behind the mirror in your sister's bedroom was directly hooked up to my hardrive.
For the last four months.
Oh, Apricot, I forgot to tell you...your German Shepherd went to assemble the German Sheep, and your damn steel razor things were ingested by a two-year-old honeydew melon. God rest his soul.
An almost-pedophile is "a person sexually interested in children, but insisting upon spelling the goddamn word wrong, i.e. 'paedophile'". But your theory made me chuckle!
Interestingly enough, my sister does not have a mirror in her room. You must have mistaken my dad's room for hers.
An almost-pedophile is "a person sexually interested in children, but insisting upon spelling the goddamn word wrong, i.e. 'paedophile'". But your theory made me chuckle!
Interestingly enough, my sister does not have a mirror in her room. You must have mistaken my dad's room for hers.
Jake Lukest! Post a message on the board, asking if any parody has exceeded 445 comments!...and if it hasn't, we'll FIX that, dammit! XD
Damn! I thought this one (http://www.amiright.com/parody/80s/joanjettandtheblackhearts2.shtml) had attracted rather a lot of comments, but it's a rank outsider compared to this... only 117 at last count...
You'll see I deleted my previous comment about awarding a special Lifetime Achievement Award Gold Medal to this parody if this parody has the most comments, since I don't want to add more than 1 comment of my own to tip the scales here! But my offer still stands. If you can prove it, you win!
Prove it? PROVE IT? What is there to prove? Besides the aforementioned "if this parody has the most comments"?!?
Oh. Right. That.
I'll get on it.
Oh. Right. That.
I'll get on it.
Wow, i can't believe you guys still are going on with this. I thought we stopped a long time ago. Hmmmm,interesting.
Nope, it's still going.
KAVIR! KAVIRKAVIRKAVIR!!!!!!!111one
I'll see you tomorrow at homecoming, dearest!!! I am so happy you're back, if only temporarily!
I'll see you tomorrow at homecoming, dearest!!! I am so happy you're back, if only temporarily!
Welllll, Emi, she is now in fact gone. Waaaaa!!!!! Has anyone seen the various sheep-like robotic parts that I cleverly stashed next to Emi's dad's mirror????
Sheep? Robots? Emi's Dad? MIRROR? WHAT THE BITCH IS GOING ON HERE?!?!?!?! Did you decieve my German Sheperd dog? WHY?????
Well, Johnny D, I think I say somewhere 'up there', between #247 and #415, that I checked out about twenty of the top parody artists (assuming they would have the most popular fan base) and none of them comes close. However, mine only has about twenty or so people commenting repeatedly, whereas they might have more people commenting less.
May I just take this time to clear my throat so that an audible 'thinkaboutaspecialawardwhenIhit500replies' sound is made by the phlegm vibrating in my trachea.
May I just take this time to clear my throat so that an audible 'thinkaboutaspecialawardwhenIhit500replies' sound is made by the phlegm vibrating in my trachea.
Eww, Luke! Watch where you're vibrating that phlegm!
*splat*
On second thought, look away.
*splat*
On second thought, look away.
My face looks like gooey!
I just want to tell my grandkids that I managed to get my name on the Official AmIright Longest Comment Thread - Luke, why don't you write a parody about trying to hit on Emiloca and submit it.....I'm sure someone would read it
Wait a minute, Stuart...you have grandkids? But you look so youthful in that passport picture!
Arwen, of course I don't have grandkids - I sail the seven seas - no time for that. No, what I meant was, in future years I can sit my future grandchildren on my lap and regale them with tales of how I managed to worm my way onto Luke's record-breaking thread....(didja REALLY, grampa??).....although Angelina doesn't even want her own children let alone grandchildren (sigh)
"Ya see kids, back in my day we'd make do with only 512MB of RAM and a T1 connection. And we'd be submittin' these things called parodies. Why, there was Malcolm Higgins...William Tong...Rick Duncan...Guy DiRito...Michael Pacholek...Phil Alexander...Johnny D...STG...Royce Miller-hey! Where d'ye think yer goin'?"
"Gotta go, Grampa, great-aunty Arwen just bought me tickets to see Lord Of The Rings 41"
LOL!
LOL affirmed.
Status: awaiting affirmation of own LOL.
There was a problem affirming your LOL. We suggest you end ROFLYAO and try again.
*scratches head* Uh...so this means I click on the...no, that's not...I push ctrl-alt-pancake...no, that's Minesweeper...no, not "nakednib.zip"...what the heck?...LUKE! Your computer's insulting my intelligence!
Hey EmiLoca, your intelligence is insultworthy.
*after 4 days of deep thought*
Is not.
Is not.
*after 34 hours of deep throat* I think that phrase derived from people being worth their salt. I now re-phrase: Your intelligence is unsaltworthy.
*after 34 hours of deep throat* ???
I work at a Strepsils factory, we do lots of tracheal and oesophagal research into possible viscous substitutes for traditional lozenges.
Uh, that's gross. I...I insalt you!!! *dumps water softener down your throat*
*relief* Ahh, finally my waters are softened!
What the hell is "oesophagal"? Do you have to put an "o" in front of every damn word that starts with an "e"? Because that's how it's spelled...it's in the G.W.Bush Collegit Dickshunary...
Yes, we do. We also have to write every 'er' word as 're', such as metre, centre and rerand. ;)
I just watched the Spellbound DVD and was...awestruck... by some of those little psycho spelling bees. The only word I got right was 'kookaburra', which you damned Yanks have to pronounce 'coo-cah-boor-ah' but which should rhyme with 'hooker Tara'. Sorry, I seem to be babbling on like I've got logorrhea or something...
I just watched the Spellbound DVD and was...awestruck... by some of those little psycho spelling bees. The only word I got right was 'kookaburra', which you damned Yanks have to pronounce 'coo-cah-boor-ah' but which should rhyme with 'hooker Tara'. Sorry, I seem to be babbling on like I've got logorrhea or something...
Emi: Oesophagus and the various forms derived from it is the latin/greek spelling still used in many (though not all) branches of medicine. Such use is becoming less strict by the day, and that's good, but old books, papers, and records doesn't change just because habbits do, one never knows where those old spellings might pop up. And from a writers point of view it can't be bad to know an extra spelling with an extra syllable able to pronounce if so desired. :-)
Or to put it another way, the way of always quotable OSCAR WILDE: "I don't give a damn for a man that can only spell a word one way."
Or to put it another way, the way of always quotable OSCAR WILDE: "I don't give a damn for a man that can only spell a word one way."
K1chyd, I realize that my unintelligence might overwhelm you, but next time you try and explain something to me, don't include a quote that refers to a "man" doing ANYTHING.
I used to be a Spelling Bee fanatic in my elementary-middle school transition and finally made it past district level in 7th grade. At the next competition, I missed the first word given to me - esophagus. Hence, the sensitivity when anyone spells that word wrong. Or sticks "viscous substitutes for traditional lozenges" down it.
I used to be a Spelling Bee fanatic in my elementary-middle school transition and finally made it past district level in 7th grade. At the next competition, I missed the first word given to me - esophagus. Hence, the sensitivity when anyone spells that word wrong. Or sticks "viscous substitutes for traditional lozenges" down it.
Emi: We all know that women's ability for similtaneous multitasking greatly exceeds the ability of men, hence I saw no need (or simply forgot because my brain's ability was already preoccupied) to clairify that OW's quote should not only apply to men. ;-)
Hmm... I wonder of old OW would have made a good or a bad judge at such spelling bees. :-)
Hmm... I wonder of old OW would have made a good or a bad judge at such spelling bees. :-)
Hmm...
"At school they had a spelling bee
Some nerd won, I came eightyfree"
I never did suckseed
That's not by Oscar Wilde, that's by me in a parody called "It's a Fix, Its Suffix":
http://www.amiright.com/parody/80s/petshopboys0.shtml
"At school they had a spelling bee
Some nerd won, I came eightyfree"
I never did suckseed
That's not by Oscar Wilde, that's by me in a parody called "It's a Fix, Its Suffix":
http://www.amiright.com/parody/80s/petshopboys0.shtml
*Looking upwards a few* What's a habbit? Frodo joining a nunnery?
Aww, poor Emi! Poor, lugubriously pernicious Emi!
We don't do spelling bees in Australia, viciously pitting kids against knowledge... down here it's called 'public education'.
Aww, poor Emi! Poor, lugubriously pernicious Emi!
We don't do spelling bees in Australia, viciously pitting kids against knowledge... down here it's called 'public education'.
It's so cute how you refer to your general location as "down here". *fawns*
It's even more cute your using the phrase 'general location' and 'down here' in the same sentence.
Oh, snapple. You got me.
Yeah, I got you a pet snapple. Snapples are a hybrid of crab apples and apple crabs. At Halloween you can play snapple bobbing, where you bob around in a pool while the snapples nip at your genral locations. I hear the latest line of Snapple computers have plenty of bytes. And as for snapple fritters, toffee snapples and snapple sauce? Not for you sweet-toothed kosher folk!
Well, that's as clear as a buttonhook in the well water! You watch your phraseology!
Buttonhook: 'A pass pattern in which the receiver runs straight downfield and then turns abruptly back toward the line of scrimmage to catch the ball.
Well: 'The central space in a law court, directly in front of the judge's bench, where the counsel or solicitor sits.'
And you're telling ME to watch my 'excretion of a newborn child's umbilical cord'!
Well: 'The central space in a law court, directly in front of the judge's bench, where the counsel or solicitor sits.'
And you're telling ME to watch my 'excretion of a newborn child's umbilical cord'!
Well, yeah. I wouldn't want you doing that with your eyes closed, considering that's our child.
...damn, I really *have* been focusing on work too much this past year. I'll make up for it with extravagant gifts and unethical manipulation of a guilt complex.
...and strawberry shortcake?
Only as a pretence for a booty call.
*swish!*
*swish!*
Well, you two have certainly been the busy little bees, what with the reproducing and all........and wow Emi, you weren't even showing at all in the past nine months. You take having offspring very well, I'm a tad bit jealous. I pose a question, pretzel-style: What shall this child's name be?
Girl: EmiLoca Jr
Boy: Leo Jay Jr
...hey, wait a minute...
Boy: Leo Jay Jr
...hey, wait a minute...
So THAT'S why you were so careless with those cord-clippers. Hey, why are you getting those out again? I wish you wouldn't point the tip at me, Luke, it makes me feel violated.
*snip*
HEY! That was my GOOD left arm!!!
*snip*
HEY! That was my GOOD left arm!!!
What, as opposed to your BAD left arm?
...oh, now I get it.
...oh, now I get it.
Thank the Lord for Emi's multiple talents.
ONLY THREE MORE POSTS UNTIL THERE ARE 500 COMMENTS HERE!
What was that? I didn't here you!
WELL, I SAID THAT THERE ARE ONLY THREE MORE REPLIES REQUIRED FOR THE TALLY OF COMMENTS TO REACH HALF A THOUSAND! SO IF ANYBODY WAS WISHING TO BE THAT LUCKY DOUCHE, THEY SHOULD PROBABLY ALL RACE IN NOW BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!
My, that does sound exciting. I guess the first person to log on here could type a few in a row, twit control pending, and secure themselves a place in history as the first person to be #500 comment on a parody!
THAT'S RIGHT! ANYBODY COULD BE THE LUCKY STIFF AWARDED THAT HONOUR!
Unless, of course, people who missed out get all bitter and scroll through the previous 499 picking out ones that could be considered remotely offensive and clicking 'Report Inappropriate Comment' so that #500 begins to shift down.
OH YEAH, THEN I GUESS THIS WHOLE EXERCISE IS POINTLESS.
Oh...yes, I guess it is. There goes Luke Brattoni's place in the AmIRight Book Of Records for most comments for a parody...
What was that? I didn't here you!
WELL, I SAID THAT THERE ARE ONLY THREE MORE REPLIES REQUIRED FOR THE TALLY OF COMMENTS TO REACH HALF A THOUSAND! SO IF ANYBODY WAS WISHING TO BE THAT LUCKY DOUCHE, THEY SHOULD PROBABLY ALL RACE IN NOW BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!
My, that does sound exciting. I guess the first person to log on here could type a few in a row, twit control pending, and secure themselves a place in history as the first person to be #500 comment on a parody!
THAT'S RIGHT! ANYBODY COULD BE THE LUCKY STIFF AWARDED THAT HONOUR!
Unless, of course, people who missed out get all bitter and scroll through the previous 499 picking out ones that could be considered remotely offensive and clicking 'Report Inappropriate Comment' so that #500 begins to shift down.
OH YEAH, THEN I GUESS THIS WHOLE EXERCISE IS POINTLESS.
Oh...yes, I guess it is. There goes Luke Brattoni's place in the AmIRight Book Of Records for most comments for a parody...
Are you sure this is the first to hit 500? neuro's Linkin Park parody still receives tons of hate/support mail. I'm constantly deleting crap on that page.
If you were counting based on the author's page, then be aware that is only updated once a day. I think I got #500 since I think yours was #499. nuero's only had 160 or so, I guess most of them get removed. Congratulations on achieving meaningless stat >grin< I hadn't even noticed how many comments this one had until now.
And no one is more deserving of the precious 500-spot on the "Hittin' on EmiLoca" irrelevant comment zone!
Way to go, Chucky! You're even aware of the age-old tradition and forgot to actually comment on the parody! HOORAY FOR SHEEP INSTINCTS!
Way to go, Chucky! You're even aware of the age-old tradition and forgot to actually comment on the parody! HOORAY FOR SHEEP INSTINCTS!
Baa.
I said hooray for sheep insticts, not hooray for not-even-first-round-of-American-Idol-worthy animal impersonations.
the evidence is so overwhelming it's caused a shift in the rankings of masterpieces created for love of a woman
now reads....
1. the conquering of the civilised world (Cleopatra)
2. the building of The Taj Mahal
3. the penning of Hittin on Emiloca
now reads....
1. the conquering of the civilised world (Cleopatra)
2. the building of The Taj Mahal
3. the penning of Hittin on Emiloca
er, that should read EmiLoca
spellcheck done let me down again
spellcheck done let me down again
Wait a minute, Emi, keep him hanging by his collar! Sentences should begin with a capital letter! 'Spellcheck done' indeed! Take him to the Re-Grammarucation Chamber!
I don't really have anything to add, I just wanted to be part of the phenomenon. Me too! Me too!
Steve, having nothing to say IS the phenomenon!
LOL, Luke!
I think that dear Stuart has interrupted the flow of random, unconforming, witty comments. Quick, someone DO something!!!! We can't let our comments turn into a sea of LOLs, TTYLs and BRBs!!!!! I JUST CAN'T HANDLE THE TRAUMA RIGHT NOW!!!!!
is it possible to interrupt random comments - by definition? alright Tibbygirl, I'll withdraw my LOL...
and btw, WTF???
and btw, WTF???
i am just trying something out and figured this thread would be the least likely to get annoyed by an extra nonsensical comment.
LOL, tso!! er........whoops.........
(sorry about that, T-girl)
(sorry about that, T-girl)
Ge,, obviously they are trying out.... SOMETHING! Fricking hooplah, I'll go craaaazy if I don't find out what that person's purpose was! Were they attempting to cheat the twit control, or simply document our reactions to knowing that someting was beign tried out on us but not knowing what?!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAARGH! *foetal position* *rhythmic rocking back and forth*
feel like I'm watching that new Aussie flick "SAW"
That's an Aussie flick? Not too long ago I saw "Saw " (after typing that, I burst into a heap of giggles and could not bring myself to finish the thought)
my dyslexic mate giggled also, when he realised he thought it was "WAS"
And now I can't finish this thought, either. No wait, yes I can. No I can'
t
I'd like to see SAW.
I'm seeing Saw now - some scenes are a nice saw
STOP THIS INCONGRUOUS NONSENSE IMMEDIATELY! I insist that we get back to the relatively safe topic of NecroDew, or Iron Maidens, or maple glazed donuts!
NOOOOOOOO, we're all out of maple glazed donuts!!!
Huh.
Weird Al Yankovic: 'Albuquerque'. The bit in the donut/weasel-shop.
That one, yeah. Of course. Fa la la la la.
La la la laaaaaaaaaaaa!!!
*arrives on the scene with mounds of maple glazed donuts in a fairly clean little red wagon* Ah, I am here to save the day!!! Look, I come bearing gifts!
I've heard of bearing child, but this sight is truly amazing! I could hardly see Santa 'delivering' presents like you are, Tibbygirl!
Look! It's coming! I can see the ribbon!
Look! It's coming! I can see the ribbon!
emiloca i loved lime jello till u liked it! i hate u!!!!!!!
Ah, it seems like you people are still doing this. Well, God Bless, don't get a cramp, don't eat the maple glazed donuts (I heard that the glaze has some poison in it), good luck with this whole 'Most Comments' thing, I'm gonna go to my friend Emily's house, I'm bored...and, oh yeah, after 1 year and 5 months, tj still not out...
Wow, this comment is #529, I'm impressed. I don't know if Johnny D has given you a medal yet, I didn't read this whole comment section because it would probably take at least an hour, but bravo *claps*. Emily just called me she isn't ready yet, I got like 10 more minutes... and it's not the Emily that EmiLoca saw 'up there' in june...
Well, lime jello lover, I'm glad you didn't take your hatred out on the lime jello, seeing as you are still a lime jello lover. Or perhaps you forgot to change the title in the 'Your Name' field after you finished typing your comment.
Oh my gosh, Luke...it's a TOY! What a cute little Tibbyguy!
Oh my gosh, Luke...it's a TOY! What a cute little Tibbyguy!
*melts at the sight of cute Tibbyguy eyes*
CUUUUUUUUUUTE! But with what shall we sever the umbilical cord with?
CUUUUUUUUUUTE! But with what shall we sever the umbilical cord with?
Human teeth.
*shifty eyes*
From my back.
*shifty eyes*
From my back.
And, I'm sorry I was such a jerk when you wrote My Land, you're right, I don't know anything about Austrailia. And for holding the grudge, I'm sorry. And for insulting EmiLoca, I'm sorry. And for all the rude comments, I'm sorry. You may now either accept my comment and leave a comment that says "Damn right fool!" or reject and leave a comment that says "Damn right fool!" and not accept. Or you can simply just accept or reject, or alter the message. It's your choice.
Give me a second. I think someone must've yanked the carpet out from under me. Or poured ice on my head. Or bit my left toe with tranquilizing teeth, and so I must shake it sh-shake it shake it like a doberman pinscher until the blood comes back and I can think straight. Straight like an ice cube. Ice, ice baby. Cholesterate and listen. Yep.
[Begin Acceptance Speech] Damn right, fool.
[Begin Acceptance Speech] Damn right, fool.
okay...well put...
Damn right, fo-.....oh, Emi got there first. Check out T.J.'s other frighteningly humble remarks on some other parodies of ours, dear. I believe our arch nemesis is *sob* all grown up!!!
*wails into Emi's shoulder, where her molars reside*
*wails into Emi's shoulder, where her molars reside*
I thought they were in her back???? Unless she has more than one.......*numerous growls are heard* Oh.
Tibbyguy??? WHERE!?!?!?!
Tibbygirl, you've been pregnant for thirty five weeks and in labour for almost two days. LOOK DOWN.
Wait! Don't look down! It's not a Tibbyguy at all...*gulp*
Good grace, I have never seen such oddly-shaped labia in my LIFE!
I've never seen ANY in my life.
...what, aren't MINE oddly-shaped enough for you?!? *tanties*
...what, aren't MINE oddly-shaped enough for you?!? *tanties*
*frickin ROFLMAO*
You're so cute when you're grumbling about the inadequacies of your vaginal malformities. Here, I'll put up a photo on ebay for the female genitalia that bears stark resemblance to the Virgin Mary. That should should cheer you up a bit, you vulvally-deformed whinger.
You're so cute when you're grumbling about the inadequacies of your vaginal malformities. Here, I'll put up a photo on ebay for the female genitalia that bears stark resemblance to the Virgin Mary. That should should cheer you up a bit, you vulvally-deformed whinger.
By the way, you were a Caesarean? *gloats in own cleverness*
Actually, I've been a Caesarean for sixteen years now. I'm also half Japanese. By the way, would you mind if I joined you in your own cleverness? I'm sure there's room for two to gloat.
Last night I dreamed
I was on the gloat to heaven
And by some chance
Luke and Emi were along
So there I stood
As Luke hollered, "Top THAT, Emi!"
Emi's I.Q. made Luke's look like King Kong's ...
And then Emi, she said "Shut up,"
"Shut up, you're rocking the gloat!"
Emi, she said, "Shut up,"
"Shut up, you're rocking the gloat!"
"An' The Leno will drag you under,
"by the sharpened chin he wears like a goat!
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"
"SHUT-UP, you're ROCKING THE GLOAT!"
I was on the gloat to heaven
And by some chance
Luke and Emi were along
So there I stood
As Luke hollered, "Top THAT, Emi!"
Emi's I.Q. made Luke's look like King Kong's ...
And then Emi, she said "Shut up,"
"Shut up, you're rocking the gloat!"
Emi, she said, "Shut up,"
"Shut up, you're rocking the gloat!"
"An' The Leno will drag you under,
"by the sharpened chin he wears like a goat!
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"
"SHUT-UP, you're ROCKING THE GLOAT!"
*applauds* DKTOS but a great read. I give it a 5-5-5 (pacing, pants size, number of labia).
*196 IQ from http://community.sparknotes.com/iq/ dwindling...
ego from 99th percentile in Cognitive Ability test deflating...
must... resort to... male-chauvinistic bravado...
Ahem. "So you leave your house every day through the skylight? And take off ONE of your shoes upon entering it on your return?"
I would love for you to join me on this gloat, but I'm afraid your disproportionate labia may capsize it.
ego from 99th percentile in Cognitive Ability test deflating...
must... resort to... male-chauvinistic bravado...
Ahem. "So you leave your house every day through the skylight? And take off ONE of your shoes upon entering it on your return?"
I would love for you to join me on this gloat, but I'm afraid your disproportionate labia may capsize it.
I'm actually among many five-labia'd women in a tribe I like to call 'The Sisterhood of the Completely Normal Genital Areas And Everyone Else Is Weird and Luke Brattoni is An Immaculate Bastard'. But we call it the YMCA.
Besides, I got a higher score than you on the IQ test. *large, obnoxious grin*
Besides, I got a higher score than you on the IQ test. *large, obnoxious grin*
That's because they counter in age, sex and labia count. You had an advantage. *grumpily kicks V-Plates*
Watched the Australia Day Awards last night. In typical fashion, most of the Australians of the Year were born overseas.
* while tending to bruised "V-Plates" *
Considering the only Australians I'm familiar with are Nicole Kidman and Osama bin Laden, I took a Google-gander and looked up these elusive little Australia Day Awards. Heck, I'd give a guy named Rodney Cocks an award just for being an actual person and not a made-up telemarketer used for crank yanking.
Considering the only Australians I'm familiar with are Nicole Kidman and Osama bin Laden, I took a Google-gander and looked up these elusive little Australia Day Awards. Heck, I'd give a guy named Rodney Cocks an award just for being an actual person and not a made-up telemarketer used for crank yanking.
Well why don't you add 'Award for Being An Actual Person and not a Made-Up Telemarketer Used for Crank Yanking' to your elusive little list of EmiLoca awards you were planning a few months back? I nominate a guy who was in my representative soccer team and who is now entering a country music career: Brock Colley. He doesn't taste nice, but he's good for you!
In case the phrase 'V-plates' is yet another Australian term made up by Nicole and Osama in their ploy for global confusion regarding Aussie slang, it refers to one of the following:
a) Surgical implements placed across the vagina to correct labia malformation.
b) Crockery made from recycled Vegemite jars.
c) Virginity
In case the phrase 'V-plates' is yet another Australian term made up by Nicole and Osama in their ploy for global confusion regarding Aussie slang, it refers to one of the following:
a) Surgical implements placed across the vagina to correct labia malformation.
b) Crockery made from recycled Vegemite jars.
c) Virginity
I nominate my dear churchgoing, elderly neighbor named Aite Salami (actually pronounced 'I Eat Salami'). Poor guy actually works in a deli.
Luke, would you mind tending to my bruised virginity? I'd do it myself, but my fingers are covered in maple glaze.
Luke, would you mind tending to my bruised virginity? I'd do it myself, but my fingers are covered in maple glaze.
Yeah. Right. 'Maple glaze.'
Would you mind cutting out that disgusting behaviour and fixing the crockery already?
Would you mind cutting out that disgusting behaviour and fixing the crockery already?
Good idea - then we can replenish our donut supply by soaking a few generics in the sticky excess.
I'll get to work on the cream-filled's.
Hey, I rezemblah that-ah remark-ah.
EEUU.
AA IIOO .
Your MOM, AA IIOO.
Your MUM, Your MOM, AA IIOO.
Low blow.
OK, if you insist. But I hear maple glaze is an acquired taste.
*descends*
*descends*
Hold on a second. *calls repairman for installation of V-plates*
That's a minor issue for the moment.
Too late, the repairman's here and his name is Leo. Oh, a little to the left. Ah, yes, that's the spot. Now screw that in tight.
Hmph. May I ask why you need a new hire-man?
No, you may not. But you could help out with the V-Maintenance bill...come now, pay Mr. Leo, dear.
*tanties childishly under breath* Alright Leo, take the cash and go!
...whaddaya mean it's gunna cost 250% the fixed rate? Well, you didn't cost in 5 malformed labia on the appraisal!
*Tibbygirl eyes* Emi, honey, would excuse us for a moment?
...Right, Leo, I'm low on cash at the moment, so just take that basket of cream-filled donuts and we'll call it even. Shake on it? Sure, I'm fine with that.
...whaddaya mean it's gunna cost 250% the fixed rate? Well, you didn't cost in 5 malformed labia on the appraisal!
*Tibbygirl eyes* Emi, honey, would excuse us for a moment?
...Right, Leo, I'm low on cash at the moment, so just take that basket of cream-filled donuts and we'll call it even. Shake on it? Sure, I'm fine with that.
Holy COW! I remember playing along and joking with you guys last summer, but have you been going nonstop on the comments in this song? Unbelievable. You guys are AWESOME.
Are you kidding? YOU'RE the one who came back from the dead. Pretty awesome yourself.
Out of donuts already? We'll have to start on another batch. Luckily, these V-Plates will ease production considerably.
Out of donuts already? We'll have to start on another batch. Luckily, these V-Plates will ease production considerably.
Hopefully, cusz if they break, we'll have to start re-production.
May I just point out how being even more awe-inspiring than 'awesome' would be 'awful'?
EmiLoca- February 12, 2005 11:13:48 AM
No.
Maldición!
May I just point out how being even more awe-inspiring than 'awesome' would be 'awful'?
EmiLoca- February 12, 2005 11:13:48 AM
No.
Maldición!
You don't really know Spanish, do you? :-)
...ooouuuuiiii......
Didn't think so. Listen, if you want to impress me, take a gander at translating some of the cryptic crap up there from July 2004. I absolutely. Don't. Get it.
Me? Want to impress you? Ha! Whatever would give you that impression! Ha!
*eye twitch*
...right on it, my brilliant, lovely, pultrichudinous Emi!
*eye twitch*
...right on it, my brilliant, lovely, pultrichudinous Emi!
Hmmmmm...sorry, I was unable to find the 'English/ PsychoticallyRandomAdolescentRamblings' dictionary in the library. Try 'Cryptic Meg' from one of those women's magazines.
Now, to impress me...hmm... well, ever since your utterly unworkoutable name of 'Emily' was deciphered from your pseudonym, I have had only one other thing bugging me.
WHAT'S YOUR SHOE SIZE?
Now, to impress me...hmm... well, ever since your utterly unworkoutable name of 'Emily' was deciphered from your pseudonym, I have had only one other thing bugging me.
WHAT'S YOUR SHOE SIZE?
I'm a size 7 1/2...and you know what they say. Small feet...small shoes.
Good work, Sherlock. Emily is indeed my given name (although I am also known as Emi, Em, Soy Sauceand Fitzschlonger Penne, M.D.), but I'd be even more impressed if you guessed my shoe size.
Good work, Sherlock. Emily is indeed my given name (although I am also known as Emi, Em, Soy Sauceand Fitzschlonger Penne, M.D.), but I'd be even more impressed if you guessed my shoe size.
... you want me to guess your shoe size... after you've already told me it?
What am I, some kinda mind reader? Why not just go ahead and have me guess your hair colour while you're at it; Ms Herculean-Task-Setter!
I'm a size 12 1/2, but that's like a European 48, which gives my genitals a much needed boost of confidence.
What am I, some kinda mind reader? Why not just go ahead and have me guess your hair colour while you're at it; Ms Herculean-Task-Setter!
I'm a size 12 1/2, but that's like a European 48, which gives my genitals a much needed boost of confidence.
Gort, Jaake-tu berada dick-toe.
Sha........................
*heaving tanty sobs* I
CAN'T
UN
DERSTAAAAND!
*wails*
CAN'T
UN
DER
*wails*
Frapping zoop, that formatted blittily!
And you never will, and you never will. Four......
What the freaking frack was that?
And I never will, and I never will. Three...
Stop it, or I'll thwack thee with thy hotganny salts.
Hotgranny?
...Oh crap. OH CRAP. I just a stomach-churning moment of realisation. My dear little Italian grandmother (quote "Eppy barzday, bambino! Brllluto rlllazzo rlloneh!" unquote) happens to be an Emi. 'Emilia' to be more exact, but often referred to using the aforementioned nome. This connection unlocks somethign deep within my subconscious... I secretly want you to cook me delicious servings of pasta, lasagne and gnocci! (Or secretly want to seduce my hotgranny, whatever.)
...Oh crap. OH CRAP. I just a stomach-churning moment of realisation. My dear little Italian grandmother (quote "Eppy barzday, bambino! Brllluto rlllazzo rlloneh!" unquote) happens to be an Emi. 'Emilia' to be more exact, but often referred to using the aforementioned nome. This connection unlocks somethign deep within my subconscious... I secretly want you to cook me delicious servings of pasta, lasagne and gnocci! (Or secretly want to seduce my hotgranny, whatever.)
Why is the NecroDew so detestably pungeant and evil? No wait, it was always like that. (takes a nice long swig) Ahhh! I can tell this corpse was at least six months dead.
Bravo, Lukey! Um...fortissimo pizza. That is very, very amusing. Even more amusing that it took you THIS LONG to learn my secret.
By the way, Tibbygirl stole my knife and I would very much appreciate it if it was returned to me, despite the terrible incident of May 22, 2004 10:25:25 AM, which I apologize once again for, giving my best wishes to Luke.
By the way, I have been enlightened about the evils of capitalism, therefore I am selling anti-capitalism t-shirts for fifteen bucks apeice.
I'm on eggshells typing this on the uni computers right infrton of the librarians, who wear massive anti-email anti-fun t-shirts. Pray...for...mojo...
Really? I'm on eggshells typing this in a chicken coop full of overprotective mother hens. Hey, no pecking there!
"Life... is like a grapefruit. It's orange and squishy, and has a few pips in it, and some folks have half a one for breakfast." I was reflecting deeply on this profound piece of literature and it made me think what I was going to do with my life. I don't think I want to eat it for breakfast, seeing as I don't like grapefruit anyway. Sigh...if only life was less squishy...
Yay! All registered at Uni and got kudos from a Media Advisor for pointing out a flaw in their documenting Culture 100 as a second semester subject when it was CLEARLY a first semester one, thus the system probably screwed over hundreds of applicants trying to organise their timetables.
Hens go crazy for maple glaze.
Hens go crazy for maple glaze.
So.....this baby of mine.....is it.....normal? No? Oh. That explains some things.
Your annual twelve seconds of standing is up. Ahem.
Sit down, Tibbygirl. Now.
Sit down, Tibbygirl. Now.
Uh...I like the parody...a lot. :
Tibbygirl, that comment was about 49 days too late.
And about 49 days not funny.
The jury has reached a verdict:
And about 49 days not funny.
The jury has reached a verdict:
SIT DOWN, TIBBYGIRL. NOW.
And while you're at it, would you mind showing us the dance you did the night Simon died? *Blasphemous use of inside joke-d!*
And while you're at it, would you mind showing us the dance you did the night Simon died? *Blasphemous use of inside joke-d!*
I take it this is one of those 'sitting-down dances'?
No tutorial lessons this week, but I have my first lecture in three hours.
*Blasphemous use of daily routine that isn't a joke at all-ed*
No tutorial lessons this week, but I have my first lecture in three hours.
*Blasphemous use of daily routine that isn't a joke at all-ed*
I've just signed up Jackie Chan for my debut feature film:
"100 More Comments In 80 Days."
"100 More Comments In 80 Days."
Assuming you've read "Lord of the Flies" before, we had a mock trial in English class last year in which Tibbygirl played the character of Jack, who was on trial for the manslaughter of Simon. Naturally, because I happened to be the prosecutor, she ended up being more or less verbally slaughtered herself.
Lecture? LECTURE? What the gew are you talking about?!? The absolute sacrilege!!!
Lecture? LECTURE? What the gew are you talking about?!? The absolute sacrilege!!!
Did you verbally skewer her head on a pole afterwards?
I'd explain, but I have a tutorial. My gew seems seaworthy.
I'd explain, but I have a tutorial. My gew seems seaworthy.
I have no idea what you people are talking about. I guess everything is well and normal then. Can I still have my knife back?
No.
I'll speak for myself, thanks.
Pardon my Spanish, but no.
Pardon my Spanish, but no.
The Spanish all have knife fetishes.
Our knife fetishes are nothing compared to the infamous Australian turquoise-sequinned jumpsuit fetish.
What if I promise to be extra-careful with it? Pleeeeeease? I said I was sorry!
Get off my leg, you're creasing the turquoise! Go and grab something from the Iron Maiden, it's full of old junk.
Uh, Luke? The Iron Maiden is now a historical landmark, and state troopers are charging admission.
Oh, well, go and grab an Iron Man, then.
...
...
...oh crap.
...
...
...oh crap.
Crap indeed. *teeheetanty/
Oh dear, major faux pas there. I'm a gentleman though. When a girl farts next to me in class, I yell out 'Excuse me!' and so this chivalrous behaviour will continue as I make *doing this/ this height of gewness.
And after I've been so nice to you with all your unforgivable misspellings of 'behavior' and 'organize' and 'biatch'. And that "/" was TOTALLY intentional. *intentional/
*adopts academia hat... from the orphanage*
Us: 10mm= 1 cm. 100cm= 1m. 1000m= 1 km.
U.S.: 12 ins= 1 ft. 3 ft = 1 yd. 1760 yds = 1 mile.
Us: 1000g= kg. 1000kg= 1 tonne.
U.S.: 16 oz= 1lb. 14 lb= 1 stone.
Us: 0*C= Water freezes. 100*C= Water boils.
U.S.: 32*F= Water freezes. 212*F= Water boils.
Us: Azza&Nazza
U.S.: You.
Fine, you win by default.
Us: 10mm= 1 cm. 100cm= 1m. 1000m= 1 km.
U.S.: 12 ins= 1 ft. 3 ft = 1 yd. 1760 yds = 1 mile.
Us: 1000g= kg. 1000kg= 1 tonne.
U.S.: 16 oz= 1lb. 14 lb= 1 stone.
Us: 0*C= Water freezes. 100*C= Water boils.
U.S.: 32*F= Water freezes. 212*F= Water boils.
Us: Azza&Nazza
U.S.: You.
Fine, you win by default.
As always. :-)
You win detrophy. There's a surprise inside.
An' you win dystrophy, mon. *breaks your arm*
*teddies do the 'bestest friends again' dance*
I am unfamiliar with this dance. Has it any resemblance to the Cha-Cha Slide?
For now I am what you thought I was rather. Now is what this is which you percieved. - March 11, 2005 - Report this comment
Bitch.
...actually, I couldn't have put it better. That explanation has become what I initially imagined. The unattained description has obfuscated into the moorish mists of... EMILOCA, DANCE NOW!
*bomp, bomp bomp bomp, bomp!*
*bomp, bomp bomp bomp, bomp!*
Da da da da da da da da da da da da, da da da da da da da, da da da la da da da la da da da dum da dum da dum.
EMILOCA'S DONE NOW.
EMILOCA'S DONE NOW.
Not enough.
Sit down, Luke. Now.
Who said it was Luke?
Wait, HOW many comments are on this one?!!!!?!!! Good Christ, you two are popular!
*twirls lock of hair cutely* And of course, the blessing and curse of being the most popular teen girl on AmIRight is the continual plague of odd, riddle-my-ass commentees craving for a little attention.
Of course you're Luke. I can tell by your shoe size.
Of course you're Luke. I can tell by your shoe size.
I don't get it. Odd? riddle-my-ass? Attention?
Yeah, come on Luke, your name riddles are just LAME.
...
...
...waiiiiit a minute! IIIII'm Luke! IIIIII couldn't have done those LAME riddles-me-deez, it must be TJ back for revenge! ...or Ben, getting thrills from cryptic puzzles again.
"Clean up, in aisle HIS PANTS."
...
...
...waiiiiit a minute! IIIII'm Luke! IIIIII couldn't have done those LAME riddles-me-deez, it must be TJ back for revenge! ...or Ben, getting thrills from cryptic puzzles again.
"Clean up, in aisle HIS PANTS."
Take another guess who this is... You've yet to get it.
His pants? 8919 161141716? If I give up, will you? It's Spring Break. There's no way I'm going to think this hard during SPRING BREAK.
Well, from your first comment I assume you know EmiLoca. Or are just really MEAN. Your loggings in are generally around 4pm and midnight , with a 10am to throw us off your scent. However, a 5pm in Australia shows up as 12 midnight US time, and you could be anywhere in the world.
And seriously, Emi. It's not me. You can analyse every instance that I've used ellipsis... the following word NEVER starts with a capital letter.
PS. I was referring to the way Ben was highly excited to crack my 1492 persona. Excited enough to 'hydrate his khakis'.
And seriously, Emi. It's not me. You can analyse every instance that I've used ellipsis... the following word NEVER starts with a capital letter.
PS. I was referring to the way Ben was highly excited to crack my 1492 persona. Excited enough to 'hydrate his khakis'.
Oh. Haha. Khakis, yeah. Hee, funny.
Still devastated with confusion. I'm thinking it might be Ben...the day our mysterious riddeguy commented was the same day I blatantly ignored Aunt Benjamain while he was serving up my strawberry smoothie at Scooters. Figures he'd throw it back in my face. *witheringly superior dirt-off-the-shoulder swipe*
Still devastated with confusion. I'm thinking it might be Ben...the day our mysterious riddeguy commented was the same day I blatantly ignored Aunt Benjamain while he was serving up my strawberry smoothie at Scooters. Figures he'd throw it back in my face. *witheringly superior dirt-off-the-shoulder swipe*
*witheringly superior sniff*
Hmm, yes. Some folk simply have no idea how to deal with the Emi silent-treatment! (By the way, major hee on calling him 'Aunt'.
...because it makes him seem effeminate.
...and women are inferior to men.)
Drat poop cadoodles, I'm banned from TOTTM just because I ruffled a few feathers insulting an entire race with phrases of derogatory origins. Lucky I didn't mention my stand-up routine on transgender quadriplegic semites...
Hmm, yes. Some folk simply have no idea how to deal with the Emi silent-treatment! (By the way, major hee on calling him 'Aunt'.
...because it makes him seem effeminate.
...and women are inferior to men.)
Drat poop cadoodles, I'm banned from TOTTM just because I ruffled a few feathers insulting an entire race with phrases of derogatory origins. Lucky I didn't mention my stand-up routine on transgender quadriplegic semites...
Good gravy, Luke. Looks like you ruffled the feathers right off of the ENTIRE THREAD, and it flew away in embarassment to hide its unsightly lack of plumage.
It must've been pretty bad to scare the ENTIRE THREAD away. God, you thumb dumpster. Way to ruin the lives of all the middle-aged net nerds who have nothing else to do during the day but log on to inthe00s and flirt with one another.
*witheringly superior chuckle as you witheringly superiorly sniff up the dirt that was witheringly superiorly swiped from the shoulder and sneeze*
It must've been pretty bad to scare the ENTIRE THREAD away. God, you thumb dumpster. Way to ruin the lives of all the middle-aged net nerds who have nothing else to do during the day but log on to inthe00s and flirt with one another.
*witheringly superior chuckle as you witheringly superiorly sniff up the dirt that was witheringly superiorly swiped from the shoulder and sneeze*
*scratching veins* Yo, you gotsumor? I'm gudfrit! I'm gudfrit!
*Ralph Wiggum voice* My head nun is called Witheringly Superior!
Thread. actually. gone? Oh CRAP. CCCCCCRAP! Seems every witty thing I try to do results in chaotic disaster. Well, that's it! I'm going to resort back to angst-ridden-11-year-old-goth poetry.
*Ralph Wiggum voice* My head nun is called Witheringly Superior!
Thread. actually. gone? Oh CRAP. CCCCCCRAP! Seems every witty thing I try to do results in chaotic disaster. Well, that's it! I'm going to resort back to angst-ridden-11-year-old-goth poetry.
now, Emi, don't be TOO smug - one day even young things like you and Luke may decide to log onto the internet during the day and dabble in a bit of flirting ;-)
"Kids these days..."
"...babies one minute, flirtatious idle middle-aged net nerds the next..."
Argh! The scathing wit! It burns!
*applies ice to Luke's...*
Well, SOMETHING has to keep the swelling down!
Well, SOMETHING has to keep the swelling down!
*applies ice to Emi's... ego*
I become less and less coherent, don't I?
Sorry, but my ego is weatherproof and I can expand it in seconds with the use of this foot-pump. *ego swells to enormous size and squashes mystery guest against the wall*
Oh, you'll have to do more n' that.
Ben, you are a total git. You're fired. Goodbye.
That one was short. But seriously, I'm not Ben. I don't even know who Ben is. I didn't take th' time to read this all. Or any of it, except your responses to me. I'm pretty.
Oh-ho-ho! Now you're trying to fool me again, eh? BEN. Freaking that's right, lugpocket!
Uhhh. Apricot?
Uhhh. Apricot?
Definitely someone under the age of twenty.
Or someone under the influence...
*considers*
Uhhh. APRICOT?
Or someone under the influence...
*considers*
Uhhh. APRICOT?
I don't know.
Well, since no one's here right now... *SMOKESCREEN!*
Why, you sour little NECTARINE! Fooling us all this time, and having the nerve to blast your fumes in the no-smoking section of the board? Get out, plunger!!
Apricot On Another Board Via-Giant TV Screen appearing Out Of Wall - March 19, 2005 - Report this comment
To late, Miss Loca... You'll find I'm already gone... HAHAHAHAHAHA!
*changes channel*
*unchanges channel*
*changes from Dior to Chanel*
*hides the remote after changing the channel, criticizes Luke for his poor taste in designer brands*
*Has Universal Remote In Other Room. Changes Channel back. PWNED.*
*is not PWNED, because you cheated and manipulated us, PLUNGERRR.*
Quit wit' yer leet-speak, lest you're soon get beat, geek!
*shameful display of air-DJ'ing*
*shameful display of air-DJ'ing*
And about the space of one hour after another confidently affirmed, saying, "Of a truth this [hot thing] also was with him: for she is a parody author." And Emi said, "Man, I do not know him!" And immediately, while she yet spake, the cock crew. And the Lord turned, and looked upon Emi. And Emi remembered the word of the Luke, how he had said unto her, "Before the cock crow, thou shalt deny me at least once". And Emi went out and told the Lord how embarassing Luke was being, and Luke was smitten with the biggest smiting the world had ever seen, so smiteful that it was known hereafter as 'The Brattoni', and there was much rejoicing.
[Luke 22:58-62]
[Luke 22:58-62]
Yeesh, I sent that guy to bring out an apocalypict holocaust of all races, but does he have to make me look bad in the process?
*thinking*
Man, I have talented genitals.
Man, I have talented genitals.
'Bring out'?
'Apocalypict'?
Man, I should've bought a spell-checker instead of wasting my budget on Brattoni's crowing genitals.
'Apocalypict'?
Man, I should've bought a spell-checker instead of wasting my budget on Brattoni's crowing genitals.
*after agonisingly slow reaction time*
OW!!! That smiting really smarts!
OW!!! That smiting really smarts!
Who said it was YOUR cock?
Uh, Satan. Duh.
"Git wit' it, grrrrrl!"
*shameful display of finger-clicking and head-bobbing*
"Git wit' it, grrrrrl!"
*shameful display of finger-clicking and head-bobbing*
Unhand me, sir!
It's the Holy Word against his, and the Lord sayeth, "Twas not the cock of Luke."
So....basically, you can go home and cry to your mum.
So....basically, you can go home and cry to your mum.
Emi -- "middle-aged net nerds" Hey waitaminute...bastard =)
I can't. Mum abandoned me and fled to Alice Springs. (I really, REALLY wish that was just a joke.) *sob*
I must say though, that my nickname (strangely enough, started by none other than Mr Colley) was 'Rooster' because I had 'Le Coq Sportif' soccer gear.
The question thus remains, if 'twasn't my cock, and your leaf looks like it aint concealing anything more than 5 malformed labia, OF WHOM DOES THE CROWING COCK BELONG TO?
I must say though, that my nickname (strangely enough, started by none other than Mr Colley) was 'Rooster' because I had 'Le Coq Sportif' soccer gear.
The question thus remains, if 'twasn't my cock, and your leaf looks like it aint concealing anything more than 5 malformed labia, OF WHOM DOES THE CROWING COCK BELONG TO?
*REPWNS*. Haha, this is edgy and the wording is suggestive of something else.
Ironically, my real-world-realtime male companion's nickname is 'Rooster'.
My mum abandoned me in the grocery store one time. Drove off without me. She made me walk 7 miles home in the rain.
Then I got a mom, and everything was okay.
(Not to trivialize your situation or anything, Luke...the above story was merely to compensate for my lack of something meaningful to say.)
My mum abandoned me in the grocery store one time. Drove off without me. She made me walk 7 miles home in the rain.
Then I got a mom, and everything was okay.
(Not to trivialize your situation or anything, Luke...the above story was merely to compensate for my lack of something meaningful to say.)
Have we ever actually said anything meaningful? I didn't see it.
HEL-LO, Apricot? How can't you find oodles of meaning in the subtle evolution from discussing colours that don't have words that rhyme with them, to blaspheming the gospel for our own amusement?
Emi, would that be because you real-world-realtime companion IS a rooster? Trivialise that.
Emi, would that be because you real-world-realtime companion IS a rooster? Trivialise that.
I'm still not seeing any significance in any of this. All I see is that we can't stick to one topic, or get an important topic. But then, that's why I love this place.
No. His last name rhymes with rooster, and he also has a cock.
Oh crap, now I've given out too much information. Now you're going to Google 'Muester' and 'cock', find his personal message board, and find some goofy anagram to call yourself while you confuse the hell out of him. He will then commence the breaking-up-age once he sees my cyber-antics, opens all my mail and realizes I'm a liberal.
Then we can get married.
Oh crap, now I've given out too much information. Now you're going to Google 'Muester' and 'cock', find his personal message board, and find some goofy anagram to call yourself while you confuse the hell out of him. He will then commence the breaking-up-age once he sees my cyber-antics, opens all my mail and realizes I'm a liberal.
Then we can get married.
Um... yes?
Damn, all I found was a Brazilian gay-porn site. Does your friend usually wear green, or heavily-ribbed purple?
'Fran Googamay' it is! I assume you'll like your newlywed massage lotion applied liberally?
'Fran Googamay' it is! I assume you'll like your newlywed massage lotion applied liberally?
Google results: 'muester' 'cock'
Did you mean to search for: 'monster' 'cock' ?
I'll get back to you, Luke...sudden change of plans.
Did you mean to search for: 'monster' 'cock' ?
I'll get back to you, Luke...sudden change of plans.
What? You found my website?
Nope. Leo's. :-D
*seething glare*
*seething glare betrayed by overwhelming urge to smirk*
Well, I guess Leo's IS stitched together by a maniacal doctor.
"www.nutswithbolts.org"
*seething glare betrayed by overwhelming urge to smirk*
Well, I guess Leo's IS stitched together by a maniacal doctor.
"www.nutswithbolts.org"
Wow, what a turn on!
Your puns are shocking.
Are you positive?
...yes.
In that case, start spreadin' the booze!
I can't. Virgin.
Wait. Are you saying that YOU'RE a virgin, or are you directing 'virgin' at me as an insult?
Either way, you're tacky and I hate you.
Either way, you're tacky and I hate you.
Sorry, cultural cringe. Down here 'booze' is a venereal disease. So... I guess I meant both.
*gnaws on arm* Mmm. Tacky.
*gnaws on arm* Mmm. Tacky.
WOOT! 700th COMMENT! WOOT!
Ewwww. Stop Wooting this instant!
Oh spoot, all this wooting residue will take a while to mop up.
You might as well grab a bucket - I'm off on a 4-day Yorkfling with Charlie D.
Yorkidding, right?
Yorjussgelis.
Newsance.
Yeah, Luke, I was just reading some of these comments, and I just want to say...uh...f*ck it. (Phone loudly clicks)
*harpischord*
"These ideas are nightmares for white parents..."
"These ideas are nightmares for white parents..."
Right idea, wrong album. The correct answer was "I never knew I..." Although to tell you the truth, I didn't realize I was ripping off Marshall until you brought it to my attention (though that phone click must have come from somewhere). Thanks, you've just saved me one copyright infringement suit. Free nose jobs for everyone!
So let me get this straight. Once I start posting, this Mecca of debauchery and sin dies? Why do things always die when I get involved?!!
Thanks for the fan letter, bastard.
I'm back! Whew, is New York sooooo-per. I got 5 pairs of shoes for $3 in Chinatown, 3 pairs of shoes for $150 at Macy's, and 150 pairs of shoes at Versace for free after holding up the store with a water pistol and a Batman cape.
Charlie, I did not see you ONCE. Unless you were that old man selling blingy watches, or DONALD TRUMP or WAYNE BRADY or TIM CURRY (Because I saw them all and even touched some of them, and that's more than I can say for SOME people).
Charlie, I did not see you ONCE. Unless you were that old man selling blingy watches, or DONALD TRUMP or WAYNE BRADY or TIM CURRY (Because I saw them all and even touched some of them, and that's more than I can say for SOME people).
And Mum said I was shallow for believing 'Sex & The City' realistically portrayed the unstoppable forces of a female shoe-shopper in New York. Did you restock your mace at Macy's?
* biacheslapped by Johnny D*
So Charlie was a no-show, huh? Man, what a bustard. What a flea-infested bustard. What a despicable, flea-infested, currently-duct-taped-to-his-basement-wall-with-a-tube-sock-lodged-in-his-mouth bustard...
* biacheslapped by Johnny D*
So Charlie was a no-show, huh? Man, what a bustard. What a flea-infested bustard. What a despicable, flea-infested, currently-duct-taped-to-his-basement-wall-with-a-tube-sock-lodged-in-his-mouth bustard...
Emi: For starters, I had no idea where you were going to be on Friday, and I didn't want to spook your chaperone anyway (I didn't know how long my cover story about being a rabid autograph seeker collecting choir singers' signatures would last). As for Saturday, I really wanted to see you perform, but the fact that I didn't know exactly where and when it would be, combined with the fact that it was raining hard enough for me to start building a yacht in my basement (albeit a small one) combined with the fact that it was my brother's birthday (which I totally forgot) and so my parents expressly forbade me from going downtown combined to make that missed opportunity happen. If it pleases you, I'd be more than happy to comitt ritual Hari Kiri to atone. As for you, Luke, sooner rather than later you're going to learn that you should have killed me when you had the chance. That's not a threat, it's a promise.
But a threatening promise. (Or is that a promising threat?)
It's all good, Charlie...though I really wish you could've been there to point out the best hole-in-the-wall restaurants in Chinatown, otherwise I wouldn't have mistaken them for holes in the ground, ending up with mouthfuls of boiled shar-pei and lo mein.
I must say, I took a rather large bite out of the Big Apple. I didn't exactly find a worm...worse, I found half of one. Damn it, next time I go there, I'm hiring a tour guide.
I must say, I took a rather large bite out of the Big Apple. I didn't exactly find a worm...worse, I found half of one. Damn it, next time I go there, I'm hiring a tour guide.
You'll need to hire a private tour of Donald Trump's hair.
It's an all day 'attraction'.
It's an all day 'attraction'.
I've got a hot tip! The value of this location is going to plummet through the floor soon. http://www.amiright.com/parody/80s/michaeljacksonandpaulmccartney1.shtml is the new place to be. Buy! Buy! Buy!
Bastard.
Real estate makes me think of the man's picture I see on the "SOLD" sign walking home.....he's a very round old man who apparantly donned a tuxedo especially for the occasion of getting his picture taken for the sign, with a tiny little bow tie squeezed under his multiple chins. Good times.
TIBBYGIRL!
*bear hug*
Long time no see! How you been? Where you been? Why you been? And can you please explain Emi's snobbing-off and not leaving comments any more?
*bear hug*
Long time no see! How you been? Where you been? Why you been? And can you please explain Emi's snobbing-off and not leaving comments any more?
Well it's obvious, old boy, innit? We've gone and scared her off. The Girl is Mine might have been a slight miscalculation on my part. Forgot to carry the 1, as always.
Well, that, and my attempts at googling her sock sizes.
Which would have been OK, if you hadn't come up with size 23...
Luke, it's time to let go of me now. Trust me.........there is nothing on this earth that could scare Emi off. Nothing. Not even stalkers who follow her into secret forums and attempt to learn more about her. Not to name names.............Luke.
Let go of you? In the metaphorical sense?
*crotch kneed-chipmunk voice*
I'll let go now...
And come off it Charlie, she wouldn't need to stuff socks THAT big down her bra.
*crotch kneed-chipmunk voice*
I'll let go now...
And come off it Charlie, she wouldn't need to stuff socks THAT big down her bra.
Actually..............
Oh, you'd know, wouldn't you, Tibbygirl? (Four commas in a six-word sentence?) *props*
The perfect opportunity to use the overused phrase: There are three kinds of people, Luke. Those who can count and those who can't.
Quote from my friend Scott in Year 7: "So what's the other kind?"
Quote from my sister Katie, also in Year 7 - "There's only one kind of person in the world - the kind that can't count."
"Katie, that isn't how you're supposed to tell it."
"But it's twice as funny!"
"Katie, that isn't how you're supposed to tell it."
"But it's twice as funny!"
Wow. Your sister sounds hot.
Hit on girls in your own damn country.
Oooooo...........
Say, Crowd, that's a sexy 'Oooooo' you got there.
Year 7, as in her seventh year of LIFE, you ped...paedo...pseudopod... gew.
Ooooh, snap.
Ooooh, snap.
Maybe he's really a seven-year-old. Ooooooo. And maybe, maybe, he's not from Austrailia. For all we know, he could be a fat old man from Russia. *gasp*
No, he's from Australia. I know this for sure, because when I took the government flight over there this morning, looked at his picture, found the bastard and shot him from a telephone booth, nobody cared.
That's because we have tourists here with cameras all the time.
*ngar-ru!* (Yes. I actually went and got the close equivalent of 'swish' in one of the 17 Aboriginal dialects spoken in the area.) And what's wrong with me commenting on the thermal radiance of others?
*ngar-ru!* (Yes. I actually went and got the close equivalent of 'swish' in one of the 17 Aboriginal dialects spoken in the area.) And what's wrong with me commenting on the thermal radiance of others?
...crap. Over here, taking someone's picture results in a 500 dollar fine or a class at the Nebraska Department of Safety called "Defensive Shutter-Clicking for Problem Photographers."
It'd be worth it for you.
*universe boos and hurls cabbages*
*universe boos and hurls cabbages*
*dials police* Hello, I don't have an emergency. But how are you today? *ensuing conversation results in a lunch date and no fine* Some people just have that "quality." Not you.
Wait, was that "not you" directed towards Luke or me? Because the police know me on a personal level, Tibbygirl. I mean, we are like THAT. *twists fingers into a grotesque contortion* And all because the neighbors can't stand a little backyard pyrotechnics at 3 a.m.
And all because Tamworth Postal employees have a little hang-up about envelopes claiming to contain anthrax...
By the way, Tibbygirl, are you alluring to my sexual 'quantity'?
*looks down*
Queen Latifah: Mmmmm-hmmmm!
*looks down*
Queen Latifah: Mmmmm-hmmmm!
Some people just have that quantity. Not you. And I quote:
"Nice one Lorena Bobbitt!!! Can someone help me glue this back on, we're gunn need it for the wedding night!"
I don't think you even agreed to the usage of aforementioned hot dog. Don't flatter yourself, gimpy. :-D
"Nice one Lorena Bobbitt!!! Can someone help me glue this back on, we're gunn need it for the wedding night!"
I don't think you even agreed to the usage of aforementioned hot dog. Don't flatter yourself, gimpy. :-D
Are you... um... alluring to the... um... cuz if you... wait, I think I can... ... ... ...um... right, got it!
*pelts rotten mandarins*
*pelts rotten mandarins*
Once again, I am sorry about that incident... My cousin is a plastic surgeon, and I'm sure he'd be glad to...you know...for 650 bucks.
As long as you don't mind the plastic part... (braces for the dildo jokes)
*waits* They ain't coming from me, sister.
Call me a girl again, and I really will be your worst nightmare. Er...not saying that I am not your worst nightmare anyways...
The dildo doesn't need braces, silly! Emi's already had that complex V-plates installment!
I have braces. Now I think I regret it.
Anyways, Luke, are you up for the operation? Or do you want Emi to wander off to another man for satisfaction?
Hmm, a one night stand at the Hotel Re-Wander?
*giraffes sigh*
OK, whip out your surgical equipment and let's get this over and done with.
*giraffes sigh*
OK, whip out your surgical equipment and let's get this over and done with.
I told you, it was my cousin. But just a small note of caution: He seems to have a drinking problem. If he starts laughing uncontrollaby, GET OUT OF THERE.
You know what I think....I think that YWN had the operation many moons ago, which is the reason why he knows so much about the subject. Therefore, I believe that I am not way off in calling you a girl, because at one time you probably were one.
Shut up, Tibbygirl... Or you might just wake up one morning and notice something a bit different.... MUAHAHAHA!!
What? That she's a girl?
*suh-wish*
*suh-wish*
I don't know whether you are implying that my threats are empty, or that Tibbygirl is currently a man.
Good Lord, Lucas -- still getting comments on this a year later? That's what I call staying power.
We're going to be posting until the end of amiright.com, which is exactly eighteen years, seven months, thirteen days, fourteen hours, thirty six minutes, and five seconds away. But until then...it's party time.
We passed 750 a while back. I'll gladly shut my trap at Comment #1000.
...but eventually, despite the shut trap, you will slowly gnaw away at your leg until it comes loose from the trap, spraying blood and bodily fluids all over us (but namely me, as you aim your squirts at my white-threaded shirt). It's a pleasant image, isn't it?
It will be a reminder of Emiloca's account of being assaulted by canned fluids*
*June 19, 2004 6:16:27 PM
*June 19, 2004 6:16:27 PM
IYou know I'd NEVER drip my blue blood over your shirt, dear. As for squirting bodily fluid... well, I can hardly control sneezing, can I?! How much time did you spend sifting through old messages to find that thermos reference, YWK?
Actually, I spent about five seconds. I decided to look for the place where Emi talked about getting hit with a thermos, so I dragged the scroller on the right side of the screen really high, and there it was. Some of us just have a knack. :)
I feel that the perpetual conversation is dying off. If only we were as insane as we were last summer... I'll have to do something drastic.
(shakes up a warm bottle of NecroDew and opens it up to spray it all over Emiloca)
Emi has a habit of getting drenched, apparently.
(shakes up a warm bottle of NecroDew and opens it up to spray it all over Emiloca)
Emi has a habit of getting drenched, apparently.
Geez, stay away from this parody for a couple weeks and I miss...well...nothing at all I suppose, save for some imagery that I could have done without. Thanks guys, you're the best :-P
Heh heh. If you turn your head sideways, Charlie, your typo of random punctuation at the end of your previous message looks like a smiley face sticking his tongue out. You should market that idea, although I'm not sure how popular smiley faces could be on the Internet...
(turns his head sideways) I could see it, but only after several minutes. Trust me, nobody would go for that. I have Kirby as my witness.
My Kirby did not show up! Let me try to summon him again. If he does not appear, I will sue Chucky G.
Here he is:
Here he is:
Disgusting. I am definitely suing. Then I am going to sue Charlie Decker for provoking me to attempt to summon the aforementioned parties. (The parties already going on had no good snacks, and it totally sucked.) Luke will be charged with guilt of association.
My shirt is wet.
And I will sue whoever made EmiLoca's shirt wet. I will also sue the manufacturers of the shirt, and the store that sold it. If anyone recommended it to you, I will sue them too. I will also sue the shirt itself.
Or you could just get me a towel and drive away all these crazy rednecks clawing at my sogginess.
Oh, uh, sure. (hands EmiLoca a transparent towel) No problem.
Rednecks clawing at your sogginess... for the mental image that propped up immediately after reading that, I banish thee to four minutes in a dryer. With a towel.
The true purpose of towels is to wave down spaceships while hitchhiking. Now, I wouldn't be too picky, seeing as you can only survive thirty seconds in space with a lungful of air, but Vogons are very unpleasant people. They will throw you off the ship as soon as they find you, and worse, they may even try to read you poetry. (It is a widely known fact that Vogons have the third worst poetry in the universe.)
Wait, what were we talking about again?
Wait, what were we talking about again?
Penguins.
Ah, yes. What a curious species, those penguins. They remind me of penguin pie, which reminds me of Star Trek. I don't like Star Trek, and neither do I like penguins, so don't force your beliefs on me! I've got a bottle of NecroDew and I'm not afraid to use it!
Speaking of NecroDew, we're almost out. Where is Apricot's van?
Speaking of NecroDew, we're almost out. Where is Apricot's van?
Geez...almost a thousand comments and only four votes? Whats up with that??
DKTOS. Have some NecroDew.
"Chauncey Gardner, neminem, Mikaela and Your Worst Nightmare are cordially invited (BYO cordial) to the wedding of Jake A Ralphing (Luke Brattoni) and EmiLoca to be held once I've finished all my High School Certificate work. The venue will be the point exactly between New South Wales Australia and Tennessee USA. If this turns out to be somewhere in the middle of the Pacific, so be it. Well, I'm off to get my gaudy Turquoise sequinned jumpsuit tailor made whilst my rural jackaroo associates get those gleaming stallions for my boots."
--- Jake A Ralphing (Luke Brattoni)
I trace the beginning of the perpetual RPG/chatroom to Luke.
--- Jake A Ralphing (Luke Brattoni)
I trace the beginning of the perpetual RPG/chatroom to Luke.
Of course, Luke wrote the parody anyway, so I suppose that, technically, it would lead to him anyways. With the same mindset, you could say ultimately that Chucky G started it.
I remember Luke telling me that his parody "Luke Yourself" did not show up on his parody author page, but after doing several searches, the parody has been taken off the AmIRight site. I imagine Luke requested it be taken off, a bad beginner's parody. Was it really that bad? If you did request it be taken off, did you e-mail Chucky G or what? I might want to get rid of some embarrassing songs myself.
You talk too much. Give us a chance to butt in, here! I had a heap more votes but they all got wiped in the ol' Wipe of Something the Twenty-Somethingieth last year. I think 'Luke Yourself' is under the author 'Jake A. Ralphing' ... note the period after the 'A' which the computer categorises as a different author name.
Why are there so many comments on here? Isn't there a chatroom or something?
This is a chatroom...sort of.
That's sure what it seems like. >roll eyes< I wish there were more votes on here...
Me too.
*sob*
*sob*
Last comment I made before I stopped commenting for several months: "Oh no...she's out." June 23, 2004 6:39:29 PM
Come on guys! Let's claw our way past the 800 comment mark!
*Luke claws, Santa Claus*
*Luke claws, Santa Claus*
Getting close to the 100 parody mark as well, eh, Luke? Happy happy!
On a different note, I think I finally learned how to write things on different lines in this stupid comment box!
On a different note, I think I finally learned how to write things on different lines in this stupid comment box!
I did?!?!
Oh joy of joys!
Oh rapture!
Oh joy of joys!
Oh rapture!
Don't get spaced out.
I'm still working on things like bold and italics. Or is that meant to be italics?
I dunno.
Hey, I am nearing 100! I've given up working on 'Wookie Nerds' to Eminem's 'Mocking Bird' and will get back to the Shaven, which is located in my bag, my bedroom, the theatre, under my bed and in the garbage, I'm a very unorganised writer.
I'm still working on things like bold and italics. Or is that meant to be italics?
I dunno.
Hey, I am nearing 100! I've given up working on 'Wookie Nerds' to Eminem's 'Mocking Bird' and will get back to the Shaven, which is located in my bag, my bedroom, the theatre, under my bed and in the garbage, I'm a very unorganised writer.
Oh lordy.....we've been keeping this up for OVER A YEAR NOW! Why was there no celebration? *post-anniversary dance*
Luke forgot to get Emiloca an anniversary present, and she got pissed off. Then Emiloca remembered she didn't get him anything either so he got pissed off at her for being pissed off at him. Then she got pissed off at him for being pissed off at her for being pissed off at him because he should be relieved, but when she told him that, he got pissed off.
...oh. Um, due to our differing time zones, daylight savings and something to do with leap years, it is officially the one year anniversary from NOW!
*official anniversary dance*
*official anniversary dance*
*busts a move switching from post- to official anniversary dance* Ow.....ow.......OWOWOW!!! Just leave it alone!!!
A lame excuse, eh? Your long distance relationship will never work that way.
....And it totally pisses me off.
....And it totally pisses me off.
Happy anniversary, lovebirds, and also an early congratulations to Luke on parody #100! Mazel tov!
Hey, Luke, I'll race you to 1000!
Hey, Luke, I'll race you to 1000!
That's like a race between The Artist and The Hair-brain, Charles.
Wow, are you, uh, still counting? In that case, where are we at now?
It will never end......we will all be in our sixties, sitting at crappy computers, and Emi and Luke will still be planning their wedding..."honey, i don't think i can make it up the steps of the horse-drawn carraige with my arthritic knee....." (for the record, that's Emi talking)
We've passed 800 comments, but Charlie was talking about how I'm nearly at 100 parodies.
"Never mind, dear, you know how the law prohibits heterosexual marriage nowadays. I guess Turquamarine, '&' and Domino will be bastard Siamese-triplets forever..."
"Never mind, dear, you know how the law prohibits heterosexual marriage nowadays. I guess Turquamarine, '&' and Domino will be bastard Siamese-triplets forever..."
(Through an unexplainable turn of events, YWN involuntarily suddenly interrupts with a double non-sequitur)
Has anyone else seen the new Star Wars movie? I've got this Elton John song stuck in my head.
Has anyone else seen the new Star Wars movie? I've got this Elton John song stuck in my head.
No; Maybe you deserve it.
The acting had little emotion, but overall it was pretty good; NO ONE deserves that.
I'm glad you thought so; Elton John deserves that.
Woah, I leave the room for a moment and you two are already acting like a married couple.
So are you going to see it?; Elton John is probably laughing at us right now.
Luke, I do recall, oh, about exactly one year ago that you tried to set me up with Tibbygirl. And it ain't happenin'.
Luke, I do recall, oh, about exactly one year ago that you tried to set me up with Tibbygirl. And it ain't happenin'.
Why, YWN? I really really love you. We would make such a great couple. I know I've acted like I hate you for this past year but that was merely suppressing my undeniable urges towards you. My heart groweth faint whenever your text graces my computer screen, I fall weaketh at the knees whenever you bicker with me about trivial crap. Be mine, Your Worst Nightmare, for you are my dreamboat!
Tibbygirl, that was entirely 'emo'.
And I so didn't just type it under you name as a cheap stab at you...
Quote from me - June 06, 2004. 9:30:59 PM:
"The sad thing is there are only 8 votes compared to sixty comments."
*glances at 8 votes*
*glances at over 800 comments*
*sigh!*
And I so didn't just type it under you name as a cheap stab at you...
Quote from me - June 06, 2004. 9:30:59 PM:
"The sad thing is there are only 8 votes compared to sixty comments."
*glances at 8 votes*
*glances at over 800 comments*
*sigh!*
Wait, so that last Tibbygirl comment was actually Luke pretending to be Tibbygirl? Tricky.
Trivial indeed. Mental looping Elton John songs, Star Wars, and the like are very serious.
Trivial indeed. Mental looping Elton John songs, Star Wars, and the like are very serious.
Um, excuse me.....there were numerous things wrong with that little imitation of me.I don't use the word "dreamboat." And I will see it, eventually; Elton John probably got too furious reading the comments about heterosexual marraige plans to get down this far.
OK, that lameass imitation of me above commenting on how lameass the previous imitation was... is lameass. Nevertheless, I LOL at my previous message!
Um.....that was clever, fake imitator.
Look at me, I'm a big doo-doo! Blah blah blah blah blah. i just can't shut up about Emi! Blah blah blah blah blah. Look how stupid I am! Ow! Stop hitting myself! Ow! Stop hitting myself!
Imposter!!! Show us your TRUE nature!!!!
Ah....I know who you are. You thought you could fool me, eh? Thought I wouldn't realize it? I'm too smart for you, Elton John.
This is honestly more insane than even last summer. I have no idea who is who. I mean, when Luke calls himself a doo-doo, how do I know if it is him or not? Maybe he has low self-esteem!
And when I come here and find someone writing under my name, things get even more confusing!
Hey, two can play at that game!
Okay, I am officially confused. Because last night, at 1:01:56 am I was in bed after a crazy night of "extreme dance partying." I have a message for my evil twin....if you're trying to play me, at least read the script first.
LOL I'm so confused I don't know anything because I'm stupid!!
I haven't even visited in a fortnight and I'm confused even more!
Haha, that was actually me who was impersonating, uh, myself. I thought it would be fun.
Yes, it was.
You know, there's a point where it's just not funny anymore. You've reached the point. Why, as a matter of fact, it wasn't even funny in the first place.
*big Tibbygirl eyes*
You meanie, you're not my friend anymore.
You meanie, you're not my friend anymore.
The truth hurts, my ex-friend.
We must...stop...the...imposternation... The imposternators are evil... They want to destroy our...values....
The...imposternators have...misunderestimated me...
The...imposternators have...misunderestimated me...
What is with the ....'s???? Losing breath? Body being mentally taken over by the imposters? Spontaneous need?
No...I...just like to....talk....funny....
Good reason. In other words, you choose "spontaneous need."
And to appease you, Luke, I gave you a vote.
*chanting like a class of preschoolers*
Thaaankyooou Misssss Tibbygiiirl!
Thaaankyooou Misssss Tibbygiiirl!
Wahoo! I'm finally back from my stupid, too-long vacation that was only supposed to be a weekend. In the van, I began work on 3 new parodies that should be *finally* appearing on the site within a week or so.
That said... *commences to smack Luke, TibbyGirl and Her Worst Nightmare with an arctic salmon*
That said... *commences to smack Luke, TibbyGirl and Her Worst Nightmare with an arctic salmon*
I like salmon.
Welcome back, Emi! That said...
"Waitress, I ordered tantalising hints over a week ago!"
"Waitress, I ordered tantalising hints over a week ago!"
Even I know I didn't do anything bad enough to get fish-slapped.
Flibbertigibbet! That said...
...NOT TONIGHT HE DOESN'T!!!...
...come...
...in the night...
...Trogdor.
...NOT TONIGHT HE DOESN'T!!!...
...come...
...in the night...
...Trogdor.
*nods intelligently* *actually, nods to give the impression of intelligence*
*throw baby*
Sorry, it's always been Leisure Suit Larry to me:
*touch breasts*
"Try it and I'll blow your brains out."
*I think she's referring to her gun, Larry!*
*places nodding Tibbygirl on dashboard*
Sorry, it's always been Leisure Suit Larry to me:
*touch breasts*
"Try it and I'll blow your brains out."
*I think she's referring to her gun, Larry!*
*places nodding Tibbygirl on dashboard*
*nods to avoid responding to Luke's comment*
*stops nodding and wonder where everyone went*
Thailand. It was a magical holiday.
Heehee, I love leaving and then coming back.
After 1 year and a month past the initial comment, I have now read this legendary parody, and can unarguably rate it a 555. Now I have to read those Faulkner novels that everyone tells me are classic....
Excuse me, but no one informed me of this majestical trip to Thailand. I'm feeling a tad excluded here.
Thanks Apricot! Thanks Agrimorfee!
*looks around the rest of the room*
Nope, I don't think I've excluded anyone.
*looks around the rest of the room*
Nope, I don't think I've excluded anyone.
Why, great Scot, I i do seem to have developed the power of invisibility!
As opposed to Emi, whose parodies have simply disappeared off the face of the earth.
Hey! Get offa my face!
The Earth is TALKING? :o
Of course not, you idiot! As if the Earth could talk! I'm just typing.
Well, there it is kids! You heard it first, right here on amiright.com. The Earth can indeed type. Our suspicions have been right all along!
I hope you don't mind, Earth, but a few of my parodies are coming in for landing on - you guessed it - your face. Turns out that landing them on your ass resulted in minimal exposure to the public (and no one wants to look at your ass anyway, fatty), so I've opted for my original decision.
Wait, what are you doing? Stop that this instant! I told you, the president said there's no such THING as global warming, you can't fool me! Ha! Ha-ha!
Wait, what are you doing? Stop that this instant! I told you, the president said there's no such THING as global warming, you can't fool me! Ha! Ha-ha!
Can you tell your pets to shut up, I'm trying to orbit!
Mars, get a life!...I mean some life
No such thing as global warming, my ass! How dare you lower life forms speak to me in this manner! You can just take this melting ice flow and shove it up your parody!
Sorry, I had to be said.
Uranus, how do you do that? talk out of yourself, I mean
Ha ha, sucks for you!
Can you guys speak up? I can't hear you.....
Whaddaya mean you're my father?
(ABC) Wait, this song is actually nominated for this contest? Are you serious? Jesus H. Christ. Just...Jesus Christ. How many more signs of the apocalypse can there be?
I just like spam! I'm collocting junk email...
(ABC05) This needed comments, Luke? Okay, I shall add mine, knwoing that it will be buried under a sea of comments anyway. TOS is awful, but this is quite good. 555. I now return everyone to their normally scheduled chatter.=)
I.....what......huh? I seem to have gotten lost somewhere in the great universe of these last three comments. I was not aware that our clever "normally scheduled chatter" was going to be interrupted. As a matter of fact, I was very much enjoying the Milky Way conversations. Whatever shall we do now.....
(ABC05) DKTOS
What sort of planet name is Adagio?
Luke, the planet Adagio exists in a surreal mist of subconciousness. ;)
(H) Submitting this to attract more comments is like Bill Gates panhandling for loose change. ;)
Your mom lives on Adagio. *oooo....snap* That was the sound of your ego breaking.
(ABC05) Yer just puttin' this here to win the award of Parody With Most Comments Ever, aren't ya. hehheh.
How do you expect him to get a drink from a soda machine with hundred dollar bills? Thanks, all, except for... no, that appears to be everyone...
Congratulations on the correct use of the word "all." Indeed, it would cover everyone. Nice going.
Oh my gawd, you actually submitted this into the ABC cont