< Angstrom > I really need to clean out my music library
< Angstrom > *two* versions of bridge over troubled waters? I HATE THAT SONG. WHY?
< Kyree > *makes note*
< Sandry > You know why I love Kyr?
< Sandry > Because I can trust that her note is something evil.
< Sandry > Probably something along the lines of, "Owen! I found a whole new soundtrack to Revolutionary Girl Utena!"
< Sandry > And then she hands over 18 MP3s of Bridge over Troubled Water cut off at various points to make the length less supicious.
< Sandry > In my mind, PDT == Prince of Denmark Time.
< Angstrom > Your mind is a maze of twisty passages, all alike
< bookwyrm > which probably change when you aren't looking
< Joc > I dreamt about the stupid game last night.
< Joc > I was killing things with an ipod. Can we tell what occupied me over the weekend?
< Owen-san > Oh dear.
< Owen-san > (a cursed ipod?)
< Sandry > (Cursed iPod of PlayingNothingButDevo.)
< Angstrom > Pick a class, Sandry
< Sandry > What're my choices again?
< Angstrom > Archaeologist, Barbarian, Cavewoman, Healer, Knight, Monk, Priest, Rogue, Ranger, Samurai, Valkyrie, Wizard
< Sandry > Eh. Knight.
< Angstrom > Don't say tourist or I'll play weaponless armourless. :)
< Sandry > *flashbulbs Owen*
< Angstrom > *screams* *falls to ground, clutching eyeballs*
< Sandry > You know, you're never going to believe this, but occasionally I get the impression that you're being sarcastic.
< Sandry > I know it's silly.
< Angstrom > nnnaaaah
< Sandry > I think I'm just paranoid. :)
< Angstrom > ok, you're dead already
< Sandry > !
< Sandry > Gyp.
< Angstrom > Slipped mounting your pony.
< Joc > hee
< Angstrom > Thud. DYWYPI?
< Sandry > Do You Want Your Pie Inserted?
< Angstrom > ...Possessions Identified.
< Sandry > Same difference.
< Sandry > "You might roll "Animal Handling + 4" to make friends with a very friendly dof."
< Sandry > I am fairly certain you mean a dog.
< Angstrom > Dammit!
< Sandry > But amused, nonetheless.
< Angstrom > I corrected that sentence TWICE! :)
< Sandry > Hehehe
< Sandry > *happens to, in fact, *be* a very friendly dof*
< Angstrom > *rolls Animal Handling against Sandry*
< Sandry > I don't want you handling me.
< Sandry > Especially not in an animal fashion.
< McDuff > *roll fails: you are mangled by a Sandrylene*
< Sandry > hehehe
< Anson > I contend, Sandry, that you are in fact a very friendly doof.
< Sandry > I think I may agree with that.
< McDuff > very friendly food?
< Sandry > *doof doof doof*
< Sandry > I am not food.
< McDuff > *casts "Detect Food" on sandry
< Sandry > *looks embittered*
< Sandry > Okay. So I can understand a blanket being covered in cat hair.
< Sandry > I can understand a new blanket in this house being covered in cat
hair.
< Sandry > I can even understand a new blanket in this house in a room where I don't let the cats in being covered in cat hair.
< Sandry > What I cannot understand is why the cat hair is blond.
< Kyree > *giggle*
< Sandry > Stupid transmutating cats.
< GL > I bet there's tons of Dragonlance fanfiction.
< Angstrom > Fizban goes to the MOVIES
< GL > I bet most of it
< GL > sucks.
< Angstrom > Elric vs Raistlin!
< Angstrom > Harry Vs Raistlin!
< Angstrom > * Vs Raistlin is pretty much an endless fountain of suck
< Sandry > Note: do not actually do a continued search for massive attack or placebo songs on soulseek. Because it just keeps looking.
< Sandry > The entire world listens to these groups.
< Sandry > This seems to be about comparable to searching google for "i like
him"
< Angstrom > "the phrase 'I like him' is too common and was omitted."
< Sandry > It's all "new search results!" "I *know* you have new search
results." "new search results!" "Yes, I *know* that." "new search results!" "...." "new search results!" "...go shtup a dolphin."
< Angstrom > shtup shtup shtup
Toon snerks
< Toon > "go shtup a dolphin"??
< Sandry > Doesn't your brain just insert these phrases as applicable?
< Angstrom > Must be a software problem.
< Toon > no, no, my brain has a filter installed.
< Sandry > You know. No one uses "unequivocably," and I think I know why: it took me three minutes to spell it.
< Anson > I have a prediction. in fifty years, these entries will be re-published as an american classic and 3n6l1sh classes will be assigned a 'compare and contrast' essay with Joyce.
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< Angstrom > Sorry, don't know what came over me.
< HotStuff> "it's old Usenet spoiler prevention"? Don't you mean "Julius Caesar used the code 2000ish years ago to prevernt Usenet spoiling"?
< Arsh> Julius was HUGE on usenet
< Arsh> well, ARPAnet
< nebulous> I've got a belly full of meat and potatos. I'm a defense contractor. All I need to do now is wrap myself in my flag.
*Sandry spits on neb's shoes.
*nebulous precision-bombs Sandry
< Dia> Should we string him up, Sandry?
< nebulous> God bless the second amendment.
< Sandry> Too late for consultation.
< Sandry> *dead*
< Dia> oh dear
< nebulous> I wonder who those sixteen people around her were?
< Dia> That wasn't very nice, and you didn't check with the UN first.
< nebulous> Fuck 'em.
< Dia> I am pretending to be France so I won't actually do anything but scowl at you and not shave my armpits in protest.
< nebulous> And eat REALLY GOOD FOOD, you bitch.
< Dia> *snooty*
< Sandry> ...including snails.
< Sandry> And frogs' legs.
< nebulous> *violent and stupid*
< Dia> No, he's not home yet.
< nebulous> Yeah, but with GARLIC and LOTS OF BUTTER.
< Sandry> But when he is....
< Sandry> AAAHHHMM NUMM NUMM NUMM.
< Ambi> hey honey, how was work? *gnaw*
Sandrylene: I'm retarded. After a while at work I lose the ability to *read*
Sandrylene: Like today. I look at "5.74" and tell the person they owe seven eighty nine. SEVEN EIGHTY NINE!! Where the fuck did I get that?!
Sandrylene: That's so fucking arbitrary I may as well have looked at it and said, "you owe me two thirds of an octopus."
Snapple: What language is that in? Is that the Finnish one?
Sandrylene: Yeah.
Snapple: Yeah, I totally don't recognize a single word in this song.
Sandrylene: Hehehe, me neither.
Sandrylene: They could be singing about sodomising pandas and I'd all be rocking along going, "YEAH! SODOMY! YEAH PANDAS! SEXY SEXY!"
Snapple: Not the pandas!
Sandrylene: The pandas are actually doing quite well from the cash influx to their economy. :P
Sandrylene: ...I've just created a society which has panda pimps.
Sandrylene: This is BAD NEWS.
< Sandry> "Your winsome smile will be your sure protection."
< Sandry> wtp does that mean?
< Genarti> It means "get plate mail for your teeth."
< Genarti > I'm just not as constant as the wolves, who follow the *breathe in* *sulk* *breathe out* *sulk* form of yogic meditation.
< Anson > Hopefully, I'll have something to say. I mean, besides "Hi, Owlet. I read about you on teh Intarweb."
< Anson > "You are Teh Pointy Queene. May I touch your elbow?"
< Joc> Am not mean! Am nice! It wasn't a horrible curse.
< Joc> insofar as curses can be nice, it was a nice curse. Honest
< Joc> like "may your next meal contain tofu" or something.
< McDuff> modesty is for people who are less cool than me
< McDuff> in fact, I am so cool that you could argue even my rampant egoism is modesty of a sort, because it still smooths over some of the high points of the reality
< Skatie> (I wander off to do dinner things and come back to the McDuff Ego Hour. :/ )
< Sandry> (Are you kidding? *Every* hour is McDuff Ego Hour.)
< Sandry> (When you left? It was McDuff Ego Hour then, too.)
< Skatie> I left while it was still Is Sandry Infected by Ia or Not Hour.
< McDuff> I think the consensus of that one was "how, exactly, would you tell?"
< Sandry> Ia is more... uh. Energetically crazy than I am?
< Skatie> Sandry sings more.
< McDuff> you have a scarier wild-eyed stare
< McDuff> I think that's the difference
< Sandry> *primps*
< Sandry> Have always prided myself on my wild-eyed stare.
< McDuff> oh, and she takes her clothes off in public more often than you
< Skatie> Aaannnd, there's the buzzer! Time for dinner preparing.
< gyrfalcon> heh. i'm setting up MailScanner on the email server at work. by default, it tags viruses by putting {virus?} at the start of the subject line. i was tempted to change it to {eat wolves?}.
< GL> i don't care if it rains or freezes, long as i got my plastic cactus
< Sandry> Hehhe, you know what they say about assumptions...
< GL> They get you cheesecake?
< Sandry> So I have this thought.
< Anson> Kill it before it breeds!
< eill > Which makes it just a little different,.
< eill> (That comma-stop double punctuation bit there means "I am not quite done with my thought, but I will stop here anyway.")
< eill> Death pepper is not something that should be put in food. It's like leprosy beans or something.
< Harald > Soy gives me purpose. The hatred of soy consumes me. I am Agent Smith to Soy's Neo, Sauron to Soy's Frodo Baggins.
< Angstrom > Come live with piny!
< Angstrom > Piny brings the magical bandwidth!
< Beth > WHEN THE MOON HITS YOUR EYE LIKE A BIG PIZZA PIE...
< spatch > THAT'S DEAN STOCKWELL
< Angstrom > rsn: spinyfm 24/7
< Sandry > Woo!
< Martha > sweet
< Angstrom > woops
< Martha > hoorah
< Angstrom > Martha, love you
< Martha > I don't understand
< Angstrom > You will
< GL > (Anyone want to be on my side? Plenty of room over here. Parking never a problem!)
< Angstrom > Nice peppers. Wanna fuck?
< Sandry > I need to get out of here, though.
< Sandry > Do you know we have no damned TP in our house?
< Sandry > I cannot use the bathroom in my own damned apartment.
< Sandry > *peeeeeeeved*
< RaeWork > Buy some. And only for your own use.
< RaeWork > Like, put a locking mechanism on it
< RaeWork > You have to put in an ID code to get it to dispense the goods
< RaeWork > *7-9-6-9* *ding* Free!
< Sandry > I do believe that if others were desperate enough, they'd sit there and try every damned combination.
< Angstrom > So put a combination lock where none of them work. What you actually need is to press the button hidden under one of the screw covers.
< Sandry > Note to self: Owen is a sadist. Try not to live with Owen.
< RaeWork > DOn't worry.
< RaeWork > You probably wouldn't be living for very long.
< Sandry > Bwahahah.
< Angstrom > I prefer the undead anyways.
< GL > Today's lesson: frozen corn will fall on the floor of the careless.
< Sandry > That's a beautiful sort of proverb, GL. I don't understand it in the slightest, but it's very poignant, nonetheless.
< GL > the utility of knowledge can be increased by direct experience. To attain enlightenment, open one end of bag of frozen corn over the floor and don't be careful.
< Ex > I love miracle whip, the only mayo that transubstantiates
< Angstrom > I only *loan* people the benefit of the doubt.
< Janric > my questionable and checkered past is not even slightly dented by your damning
e0n: I memorized the lyrics to Backstreet Boys' "I Want It That Way" entirely by accident, though.
e0n: And can say that they are definitely not explicit by any definition.
e0n: First verse: "Believe when I say / That I want it that way"
e0n: Chorus: "I never want to hear you say / That I want it that way"
Sandrylene: Makes you want to scream WHAT WAY? WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU *TALKING* ABOUT??
e0n: Second verse: "I know it's too late / But I want it that way"
e0n: Well, that, and DO YOU BLOODY WANT IT THAT WAY OR NOT!?
< Kyree > Sandry, that hurts. :P
< Sandry > Good. Pain teaches lessons. ;P
< RaeWork > It does?
< RaeWork > I am SO going to be a teacher!
< Sandry > OKay, ant graveyard is really beginning to get to me.
< Angstrom > So clean it up
< Genarti > Or put up little gravestones.
< Genarti > Trying to decide if you should give each a name, or pay tribute to the hive mind and label them all "Here lies Ant."
< Genarti > "Here lies Ant. Devoted servant and dedicated food-scrounger. He will not be missed, but we're sure he would be if he weren't interchangeable."
**later**
< Sandry > I think the ants are in the scary spiral tree box trying to plot a way to overthrow me involving the creation of one large superant.
< Genarti > So do the fidhfidh "We've got lungs!" dance at the superant.
< Sandry > Heee, haven't ever seen that.
< Genarti > It came up in a thread ages back. If ever confronted with a giant insect, one is supposed to dance and shout "Weeee've got luuuungs! And you've only got passive diffusion!" at it as it collapses and suffocates.
< Sandry > Oh yes!
< Sandry > The giant ant thread!
< Genarti > Yes!
< Sandry > That was a *weird* thread.
< Angstrom > wtp?
< Angstrom > URL please
< Genarti > Uh. Was it in MNSBS?
< Sandry > I'm pretty sure, yes.
< Sandry > It was also about a half year ago, at the *least*, so I've no idea where we'd find it.
< Angstrom > In space.
< Genarti > Between the couch cushions.
< Sandry > Simultaneously
< Sandry > ? That'd be a trick.
< Angstrom > Not really.
< Angstrom > There's a vacuum under your hideabed.
< Angstrom > S'got stars in it.
< Genarti > And a black hole in the closet. It's selectively keyed to odd socks.
< Sandry > Y'all are very, very odd.
< Angstrom > I'm even.
< Sandry > Okay, odd and in denial, then.
**even later**
< Sandry > It smells vaguely skunky in my apartment. And I'm sort of worried it's from all the dead ants. And I'm also vaguely worried it's *not* from all the dead ants.
< Genarti > Sandry?
< Sandry > Yes?
< Genarti > Vacuum.
< Sandry > I don't own one!
< Genarti > Oh.
< Genarti > Borrow vacuum?
< Sandry > I hope so, but not at this hour.
< Genarti > Pfft.
< Genarti > Earnestly explain to your neighbors the gravity of the situation, and tell them all about your need to get rid of the ant graveyard while paying appropriate attention to their dignity as little corpses, so you can pin down the source of the skunky smell. I'm sure they'll understand.
< Genarti > Particularly if you smile brightly the whole time.
< Angstrom > She's always smiling brightly, so no problem there
< Angstrom > Sometimes it's a homocidal sort of brightly, but there you go
< Anson > Yarr. Ye look fit to be first mate on this here ship. Do ye ken how to sail a three-masted wovle?
< Anson > (*sings* thirteen men on a dead man's chest. yo ho ho and a jar of frog)
*** Angstrom is away: Off fixing my printe^H^H^H^H^H^Hlinux box
< Spatch > Maybe if you go to the Death Star to see Darth Vader, there's some dude there who's not Vader but kinda evil, and he sais "Oh, sorry, Lord Vader had to go on an urgent mission to the Bathroom Galaxy"
< Spatch > "in the meantime enjoy this light music."
< Kyree > Sandry's wearing pants.
< Kyree > It is truly a red letter day.
< Genarti > *has mastered basic arithmatic*
< Genarti > *so proud*
< RaeGaming > Good night, sweet frog
< RaeGaming > may a swarm of dtadpoles swim thee to thy rest
< RaeGaming > *tadpoles
< Angstrom > are they carnivorous tadpoles?
< Genarti > This *is* Rae sending them.
< Jeremu > Is it /eternal/ rest?
< Sandry > Heh, point.
< RaeGaming > *blinks innocently*
< RaeGaming > Rest is rest! Do not question!
< Sandry > It's.... uh. Ten pm!
< RaeGaming > 10 pm?
< RaeGaming > Really?
< RaeGaming > I need a second opinion on this
< RaeGaming > Who is trustworthy?
< RaeGaming > Ah! Jeremu!
< Kyree > (("It's so juvenile, it JUST MIGHT WORK!"))
< Kyree > The impotent have spelling issues, too.
< GL > "Ok, let's all agree to have a Big Wall, and occasionally shout FUCK YOU over the wall."
< GL > 56k modems are not conducive to drama.
< Grumqa > Brunching hasn't updated in a month.
< Grumqa > Or so.
< Angstrom > Lame.
< Grumqa > Can we reconfigure Ed's as a Schumin fan site instead?
< Angstrom > Only if it can be a split Shumin/Anne Geddes fansite.
< Grumqa > Brilliant! Photoshop Schumin in a bee suit!
< Grumqa > And with flowers!
< Spatch > I tried to fill your sinuses with delicious soup while you weren't watching
< Spatch > also, when did Christina Aguaiglaigalriea become a skanky crackwhore?
< Spatch > sure, boobage is okay, but good god, that hair, and the makeup which appears to have been applied by a stevie wonder/julio iglesias tag-team
< Beth > Not to mention the clothes.
< Spatch > there are no clothes, hence the boobage
< Beth > "Hey, fishnets go with fish nets, right?"
< Spatch > I mean, it's a short step from that to some 50-man bukakke Japanese fetish video
< Angstrom > thanks spatch
< Angstrom > I'm sure I'll sleep well now
< Kes > Dear Employer Dude:
< Kes > Attached please find my resume in application for Very Boring and Soulsucking Job.
< Kes > I would be a great asset to your company because of my skills in asskissing and staring into space.
< Kes > I hope you will consider me for the position of Soulsucked Asskisser and look forward to meeting you soon.
< Kes > Love,
< Kes > Rabs.
< Opus > P.S. If you know any hot congressmen, set me up with them.
< Sandry > P.P.S. That goes for members of cabinet, too.
< Sandry > P.P.P.S. Nevermind about the cabinet members. They're all old, aren't they?
< Kes > pppps And if marrying your nephew will get me a raise and bennies consider me interested.
< Kyree > my mom comes upstairs and tells me that "it's a beautiful day to take a walk."
< Kyree > She's trying to have me killed.
< Beth > GAH! Kyree, that's just not right.
< Kyree > Not that the latest shooting was terribly close to our house.
< Kyree > She forgot, Beth. :P
< Kyree > I pointed it out, and she kinda went "oh."
< Beth > Still!
< Kyree > Yeah.
< Beth > Hey honey! I'm going to drive to Compton tonight. With your father's deposit box in a very obvious spot. Wanna come?
< ntopp > Technically, I belong to Sandry's undead army.
< L337_8unn135 > But she didn't call dibs on you, so you're fair game
< eillid > She ate his soul. I'd say that's calling dibs.
< L337_8unn135 > Nuh-uh, you have to call it out or it doesn't count
< ntopp > She houses my soul in her belly.
< Sandry > I did call dibs on him.
< Sandry > You just didn't notice.
< L337_8unn135 > do you have a witness?
< Sandry > I CALL MOST FOUL BLOOD RITES IN THE DARKNESS OF NIGHT WITH ONLY SATAN AS MY WITNESS!! MWAHAHAHHA
Sandry kills L337_8unn135 and eats his brains.
< Sandry > Damn. I'm just bad with stress. *sigh*
< ntopp > Um...
< eillid > You should apologise to his corpse, Sandry.
< ntopp > I figured it would just be a cute little thing. I didn't know you'd be calling the powers of darkness on this one.
< Sandry > Heh, sorry.
< Sandry > I'll give you more to go on next time I claim your soul for eternal torment.
< L337_8unn135 > sadly, no additional minions were added to any of our undead armies
< L337_8unn135 > Perhaps tommorow night....
< ntopp > But I ate Sandry's macaroni.
< ntopp > You can never take that away from me.
< Sandry > Yes I can.
< ntopp > Aw.
Sandry forcefeeds ntopp an emetic.
< Angstrom > No puking on the channel
< Sandry > Would you do car rentalish things, Roup, or do you prefer to handle the city the *real* way? :P
< Roup > "real?"
< Angstrom > on sandry.
< Angstrom > er
< Angstrom > on foot.
< Sandry > !
< Sandry > Uh. That's uh. What the hell sort of typo *IS* that?
Roup whaps Owen in the nose with a newspaper
< Sandry > Hehe, well that's *your* problem.
< Spritelord > And then I shared with you.
< Sandry > Oh, yes, point. *sigh*
< Spritelord > Making it yours and, by extension, everyone in france's.
GL on Schumin:
< GL > Like an Onion of Suckiness, there are endless layers.
< GL > And then you cry.
Kyree is now known as OpMe
OpMe is now known as Kyree
< AF > I htink Kyree's trying to tell us something
< GL > What is it, Kyree?
< GL > Did Timmy fall in the well again?
< AF > can't jsut be the board that's pissing you off so much.
< GL > *offers hug*
< Dia > *offers big stick*
< AF > *offers usless advice*
< Dia > *offers 3500 FREE night and weekend minutes*
< AF > *offers chocolate frog*
< Wet_Anson > Fishfish is going to cover me with chocolate?
< GL > I don't like desktop icons much.
< Kyree > I have two rows, at most.
< GL > Thus, little toolbars.
< Kyree > Can't stand the little toolbars, either. :P
< Sandry > Leaving you with what, Kyree?
< Kyree > My magical psychic powers.
< Spatch > we get more virus mail
< Spatch > the best is the one that says "This is a cure for the klez virus. Because it pretends to be a fake virus to fool the real virus, your virus check program may complain. Cancel out of it."
< Spatch > OKAY I WILL BELIEVE YOU, MAGICAL TALKING EMAIL HEAD
< Spatch > that's ok. once I had no milk for my coffee so I used melted butter instead
< Spatch > HELLO GREASY TREAT
< Spatch > I was also, uh, stoned
< Spatch > HELLO IMPAIRED CULINARY JUDGEMENT
< Spatch > are your extremities tingling? shortness of breath?
< Spatch > It could be cancer.
< Spatch > Or, you could be pregnant.
< Owen-san > Better get the pee sticks
< Sandry > Ooh, that's it. Who let Owen procreate?
< Sandry > Everyone out of the boat.
< Owen-san > I didn't know I wasn't allooowwwed!
< Sandry > Well you didn't ask, did you?
< Spatch > owen, you stop ovulating THIS INSTANT.
< Sandry > Yeah, please. It's scaring the kiddies.
< Spatch > I wanna know where he got the fallopian tubes
< Sandry > Pawn shop.
< Sandry > My sister hocked hers recently. Huh, Owen's kid could be related to me.
< Spatch > yoicks
< Owen-san > She can call you uncle rob
< Spatch > I'm the Crazy uncle
< Spatch > "Hey, kids! Who wants a turn at driving the car?"
< Ex > Yes, it's very laid back in the mornings.
< Ex > You just can't expect people to give a damn before 9am
< Spatch > I know I don't
< Spatch > Here is a list of other times before which I just don't give a damn:
< Spatch > Noon
< Spatch > 1:30 PM
< Spatch > 5:45 PM
< Spatch > 9:30 PM
< Spatch > Midnight
< Owen-san > What the buttery, syrup-covered, fruit-drenched pancake is up with that?
< GL > Saved by the St. Neot's Margin!
< Sandry > Gnrf?
< Owen-san > St. Neot's Margine?
< Owen-san > -e
< Sandry > St. Neato's Margarine?
< GL > You people are impossible.
Elynrae is happy enough to burst
< Owen-san > Hooray
< Owen-san > Why?
< Elynrae > I just am
< Elynrae > *bursts*
< Owen-san > Woohoo
< Owen-san > *mops up Rae bits*
< Elynrae > Bucket O'Rae
< Owen-san > *sloshes*
Elynrae reforms
< Elynrae > It's hard to be happy when you're sludge
< Angstrom > Point of freaking order
< Angstrom > Every last person in this room is a seething den of neuroses.
< GL > Crap, I'm more girly than Sandry!
< GL > Evil lurks in the hearts of you all.
< evil_rabs > at least im up front about it
< cheezdanish > I had a roach in my living room once, the size of a pack of cigarettes.
< GuardianLion > !
< GuardianLion > Anything I've ever said about going to CA is hereby retracted.
< Sandry> Death By Paper (serves 12)
< Sandry> *giggles*
< Kyree> heee
< Kes> oh dear - which was that?
< Sandry> 1. 3/4 package paper
< Sandry> 2. 4 gallons beer
< Sandry> 3. 6 tbsp. sherry
< Sandry> 4. 1 tbsp. white rice
< Sandry> 5. 1/3 tsp. mozzarella
Sandry giggles some more.
< Sandry> It's not the same site.
< Kes> oh
< Kes> sorry.
< Sandry> http://snoot.org/factory/recipe/
< Kes> *click link tentatively*
< Sandry> This meal is a great vegetarian option at your next family gathering. This brilliant combination of paper and beer is filling and tasty. You may want to make a double serving size!
< Sandry> Gently warm the trout like you're on a cooking show.
< Sandry> Sprinkle with garlic with your hands.
< Sandry> Let simmer, adding more ice if desired until thoroughly cooked.
< Sandry> While you're waiting, did you know that broccoli are like little trees that grow in your stomach?
< Kyree> hehehehehe
< Sandry> Olestra-Lard Sushi
< Sandry> 1. 3 cups olestra
< Sandry> 2. 9 cups lard
< Sandry> 3. 4 lbs. olestra
< Sandry> 4. 1/3 pint butter
< Angstrom> olestra
< Kyree> Ewwwwwwwww
< Kes> oh god, Beer Cake
< Angstrom> wugh
< Kes> oh, BWA
< Kes> imagine the ... the floodage
< Angstrom> floooooooood
< Sandry> This meal is best served piping hot, with fine wine. Yum! Fun and fat-free!
< Angstrom> talk about crapflood
< Sandry> Cabbage Beer Pie. Ooh, with cilantro. This is wonky.
< Kes> cilantro = classee
< Sandry> Whoo yeah, boy.
< Kes> bwa: Acid-Lard Pudding
< Kes> 1. 1 package acid
< Kes> 2. 1/4 gallon lard
< Kes> 3. 3 packages swordfish
< Kes> 4. 10 gallons garlic
< Sandry> Heeee.
< Sandry> Tha'ts a fucklot of garlic.
< Kes> packaged swordfish? (why is that the thing that sticks out to me?)
< Kes> that is a buttload of garlic.
< Sandry> Working with sherry is fun and easy. Working with squash is also fun and easy.
< Sandry> Says you!
< Kes> ohhhhhh. death by sauerkraut.
< Sandry> Hehehe, not that hard, is it?
< Sandry> I dunno. Acid beer salad sounds good.
< Kes> heh
< Kes> I loves me some crispy acid.
< Sandry> Mozzarella Roll
< Sandry> (serves 13)
< Sandry> 1. 11 cups mozzarella
< Sandry> 2. 9 pints olestra
< Sandry> 3. 2/3 tsp. brown sugar
< Sandry> 4. 5 pints floriflorieryhtrolone
< Sandry> What the blue bloody fuck is floriflorieryhtrolone?
< Kes> guess: nothing good
< Sandry> "Acid souffle is sure to please the toughest customer with its superb looks and super-duper aftertaste."
Sandry giggles.
< Sandry> "Roast the acid" Uh, yeah, sure thing, boss.
< Kes> brings out the sweetness
< Sandry> Eleven *Gallons* of cauliflower?
< Sandry> I'd love to see someone try that.
< Kes> that is all the cauliflower.
< Kyree> heeeee
< Sandry> Cream-Ketchup Shake
< Sandry> (serves 3)
< Sandry> 1. 4 pinches cream
< Sandry> 2. 3/4 tsp. ketchup
< Sandry> 3. 11 tsp. salt
< Sandry> 4. 4 tsp. curry
< Sandry> This is a *small* shake.
< Kes> hee
< Kes> you're right
< Sandry> Three shot glasses.
< Kes> I need to pay more attention to the amounts
< Kyree> I guess you wouldn't want much.
< Sandry> Hehehe, true.
< Kes> Kyree makes a good point
< Sandry> Dude, this one rings true: 10 gallons beef, 1 gallon MSG, 1 package broccoli, 1 gallon butter.
< Kes> Sandry, I'm just sure I've HAD that.
< Sandry> Hehehe
< Kes> when life precludes satire: next on fox
< Sandry> *snort* Death by ketchup has one tbsp of ketchup and five gallons of garlic.
< Sandry> Death by oh shit, where's the damned ketchup?
< Kes> garlic is good for you :) it's the ketchup that'll getcha
< Sandry> Hehe
< Kes> whoa
< Kes> MSG Pudding
< Kes> (serves 16)
< Kes> 1. 2/3 tsp. MSG
< Kes> 2. 5 pinches paper
< Kes> 3. 4 cups cauliflower
< Sandry> Hehehe.
< Kes> 4. 3 tsp. chicken
< Kes> 5. 5 cups celery
< Kes> [Jon]whu-whu-WHAAAAA?
< Sandry> I hope you're inviting me?
< Kes> [/Jon]
< Kes> of course
< Kes> I'll make sure to coat the chicken in gelatin, so it'll be vegetarian
< Sandry> I'll bring the milk sushi!
< Sandry> Heheh
< Kes> yay!
< Kes> I wonder how I roast 3 tsp of chicken.
< Sandry> "Death By Chlorochlorolion" - probably just as easy as it sounds.
< Kes> I suppose a chlorolion is simply GL in green makeup.
< Kes> [/reaching]
< Sandry> "Cook 10 minutes or until the sauerkraut has melted." Right. We'll get back to you on that.
< Kes> hee
< Kes> "7 packages water" - bwa
< Kyree> *snerk*
< Sandry> Kyr!!
< Sandry> they have a recipe for milk cake!
< Kyree> Hot milk cake?
< Sandry> But I doubt yours had a half gallon of ground beef in it.
< Kyree> Heh. No, I don't think so.
Sandry dies laughing, "Sterile sauerkraut is sometimes used in mattresses."
< Kes> !!
< Kyree> Uh.
< Kyree> That explains those weird smells.
< Sandry> Results of this website: one I"m crying. two: I haven't had any dinner.
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