Make This The Worst Thread on Here

[Revoltingest]

 

[Viker]

That goes well with kimchi.

 

[Daemon Sophic]

Oh! MY bad. I thought we were trying to make.....

Never mind.

 

[Daemon Sophic]

The walkway to the terminal was all carpet, no oxygen. Dilly bundled Finn into the first restroom on offer, locked the cubicle door and pulled at his leather belt. “You’re beautiful,” she told him, going down on to her haunches and unzipping him. He watched her passport rise gradually out of the back pocket of her jeans in time with the rhythmic bobbing of her buttocks as she sucked him. He arched over her back and took hold of the passport before it landed on the pimpled floor. Despite the immediate circumstances, human nature obliged him to take a look at her passport photo.

As hard-nosed P.I. Dan McKinnon stepped out into the gray gritty dawn, a bone chilling gust of filth-strewn wind wrapped the loose ends of his open trench coat around him like a day-old flour tortilla around a breakfast burrito with hash browns, sausage, and scrambled eggs, hold the pico.

A Tragedy by Theophile Marzials

Death!
Plop.
The barges down in the river flop.
Flop, plop,
Above, beneath.
From the slimy branches the grey drips drop...
To the oozy waters, that lounge and flop...
And my head shrieks - "Stop"
And my heart shrieks - "Die."...
Ugh! yet I knew - I knew
If a woman is false can a friend by true?
It was only a lie from beginning to end--
My Devil - My "friend."...
So what do I care,
And my head is empty as air -
I can do,
I can dare
(Plop, plop
The barges flop
Drip, drop.)
I can dare, I can dare!
And let myself all run away with my head
And stop.
Drop
Dead.
Plop, flop,
Plop.

Interesting. The cognitive individuality nuance syncopates rather keenly with the fultumitous resonance of the poet’s attempt to capture the rectitude of vicarious mis-imaginations from the reader’s dichotomous yearning.......to be.....dismorgrified betwixt unequal implanted breasts. Truly portraying mankind’s longing for eternal misangeously parapubescent youth, while not betraying the Marxist naïve idealism on both the outer and lowest levels.


I.e. - Impressive, but I’ve heard worse.

 

[Stevicus]

Oh! MY bad. I thought we were trying to make.....

Never mind.

 

[Stevicus]

 

[Heyo]

and best of all "sausage is ok, its not really meat"

Well, that's true - but you also don't want to know what it really is.

 

[lewisnotmiller]

@lewisnotmiller - hows This THEN? ....

Cé chomh fíorálainn fheictear! Cuireann sé an t-asraon i gcuimhne duit
engravure go raibh muid ag blurring ar an blotchwall a chuid
teach innkempt. Ar úsáid siad? (Táim cinnte go bhfuil an chabelshovel tuirsiúil-
ler leis an mbosca seacláide mujikal, Miry Mitchel, ag éisteacht) I.
abair, iarsmaí an uaighe amuigh faoin aer mar a bhíodh
blurried Ptollmens an Incabus. Ar úsáid muid? (Níl ann ach réamh-
bhí claonadh ann a bheith ag stánadh ar an gcláirseach jubalee ón dara ceann
lishener, Fiery Farrelly.) Tá aithne mhaith air. Lokk dó féin agus
féach ar an sean-bhúta nua. Dbln. W. K. O. O. Éist? De réir an mauso-
balla aoil. Fimfim fimfim. Le funferall mhór. Fumfum fum-
fum. 'Seo optophone a ontophanes. Liostaigh! Cloch Cruithneachta
draíocht lyer. Beidh siad ag tugging foriver. Beidh siad ag crotal
for allof. Beidh siad ag dul thar fóir. An harpsdischord
beidh siad siúd le haghaidh ollaves.

Looks Gaelic or something.
Are you sure you're not still being coherent, but just in a different language!?

 

[Secret Chief]

Looks Gaelic or something.
Are you sure you're not still being coherent, but just in a different language!?

That depends on whether you think Finnegans Wake is coherent or not

 

[ChristineM]

Well, that's true - but you also don't want to know what it really is.

Depends on the sausage, some are close to AOC standards and very jealously watched over. But there are others i wouldn't feed a starving dog

 

[Revoltingest]

That goes well with kimchi.

Yuck.
I wouldn't ruin my kimchee with such misery.

 

[Dan From Smithville]

Now that you are here and you brought food, I am not sure whether this is the worst thread or the very best. Bacon?

 

[Revoltingest]

Now that you are here and you brought food, I am not sure whether this is the worst thread or the very best. Bacon?

Bacon would make it the best.
So instead I offer @Wu Wei's favorite pickanick basket find....

 

[Secret Chief]

Bacon would make it the best.
So instead I offer @Wu Wei's favorite pickanick basket find....

Cooked in engine oil?

 

[Revoltingest]

Cooked in engine oil?

@Wu Wei prefers bacon grease.
But for purposes of this thread, yes....engine oil....old overheated stuff.

 

[Secret Chief]

@Wu Wei prefers bacon grease.
But for purposes of this thread, yes....engine oil....old overheated stuff.

Well, I suppose it is recycling.

 

[Revoltingest]

Well, I suppose it is recycling.

Aye, & it'll all come out to be re-used again.

 

[Secret Chief]

Aye, & it'll all come out to be re-used again.

Happy thought indeed. Not sure Shutterstock have got one for that.

 

[Viker]

 

[Dan From Smithville]

QAnon Shamen awarded Nobel Prize in Medicine for successfully growing horns on a human head. Work carried out in an ad hoc lab in his parents basement has led to a genetic triumph much in the vein of the great scientists, Dr. Hank Pym and Dr. Bruce Banner.

While conducting experiments to produce the worlds first low calorie organic processed food, he activated a previously unknown gene pathway resulting in the conversion of a significant portion of his frontal lobe into horns.

Hoping to capitalize on this discovery, the Shamen took his idea to Congress. Unfortunately, picking January 6 for his trip turned out to be really bad timing.