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| <----Gorf the stigmatized fern. (An actual picture) |
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| Don't listen to him....he's not trustworthy. |
| -Master Emu's Two- -Cents- |
| The Question: Master Emu, since your such an expert at dealing with the things, what do you do when you have a date to homecoming, yet you can't dance? Well so you can't dance huh? That seems to be every man's excuse for not dancing. Well no more excuses! I know far well that everyone on the planet can do the peanuts dance. You know the dance where the little kids bumble around with their heads lowered, dancing to the peanuts song. If that doesnt work, then the snoopy dance is a sure bet. But don't do the chicken dance at homecoming, whatever you do. (That's what Gorf's stigma is.) -Master Emu |
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| Gorf's Two Cents |
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| Gorf: OK, as far as dancing goes, I say the polka is the way to go! Master Emu: Dude we're trying to get this guy girls, not get him slapped for indecent dancing. Besides aren't you like a discrace to dancing? Gorf:WHAT!!! The chicken dance is cool man, so is the polka! Everyone is impressed by the polka! Do you know the magnitude of coolness that the polka presents??!!! Master Emu: Yes indeed I do Gorf, but how did you manage to get a spot in the Random Stuff Page???!!! Gorf: Hey!! That's a very leet hacking secret I can't reveal to you. I used java....wait no thats a programming language. I mean I used Google...wait no. ARRRGGGHHH OK OK!!! TIM HAWKS GAVE IT TO ME!!!!!! HE HACKED YOU ON MS-Dos!!!!! HE KNOWS YOUR PASSWORD, AND SO DO I, AARRRGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Master Emu: Whoa! Didn't know you were holding so much tension inside. That isn't good for the greening of your leaves is it? Well anyway Gorf, don't come to the random stuff pages anymore, unless I let you. Gorf: Awwww your no fun! I'm going to drink tea now. By the way, come to my page, Gorf's Pad, often =)! |
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| Click on the walrus to go to the home page, but don't make it mad!!!! |
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| -An Ironic Story- |
| A single woman named Rebacca desperately wants to find a handsome man and marry him. One day she hears on the radio station that she is listening to that the 7th caller will win a cruise with 17 bechelors. She quickly dials the stations number. Just by luck she is the 7th caller so she rejoices like a giddy roly poly. |
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| Ten days later, the day the cruise is to start, she drives into the port, parks her car, and strolls to the cruise ship. On the deck she sees 17 handsome men all playing a challenging game of badminton. When she gets about 500 feet from the ramp up to the boat, a huge gust of wind comes from the north and blows her ticket away from her grasp. It then lands in the beaches of Trinidad where a hungry fiddler crab devours it. The end. |
| Work is still in progress! Due to growing demand I had to put this page out early!! |
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| Click on the quail. Where it takes you no one knows. |
| Have you ever had one of those days where your computer is being an absolute cock??!!! Well I have! I hate it when Internet Explorer freezes for no reason, or an invalid page fault occurs. I HATE IT ARRRGHH!!! But, don't take your anger out on the nearest animate object. Nono, take it out on your computer, because it is being mean. Stuff the disk drive with silly putty of something, or maybe you could spray your speakers with water. But always remember never do hurt a living object. =) |
| -Master Emu's Helpful- hints on reducing violence |
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