For Those Who Need It- Vol2
6 years ago
There is no gift more precious or rare in this world than true love. Treasure those who share it with you.
*extending her talons, slowly makes a circular gesture around her head*
I know that within this space... *continues to make circles around her head* ...this hairy, skin-covered bone-vessel of meat and fluid... there is stored roughly Eight-thousand dollars worth of vector-calculus. *continues the gesture* This knowledge is stored within this bony sphere. I spent several years forming these memories, shaping these neurons and storing this data. I know this. It's a fact. It is known, Khaleesi.
Now, that being said, applying both time and a substantial dollar valueto this data named...
Why is it that I could not recall enough of it to wet a postage stamp if you held a gun to my face...
BUT I can recall with near-perfect clarity the scene from the USA Up All Night seminal favourite crappy 80's comedy "Hamburger- The Movie" in which one of the two roommate characters laments the others lack of sexual activity with the statement- "If you don't hurry up and get laid, your dick will turn into a pickle. You'll have a pickle for a dick. You'll be gherkin off...."?
I didn't ask for this.
This is my blessing. This is my curse.
Peter Parker gets "cursed" with Spider-themed super-powers.
I can sing a pitch-perfect cover of the jingle for "Buster Burger University" ...
Oh well. It beats being cancelled by Hasbro.
Enjoy your morrow you gleepy gloppers. Take care of yourself and try to take care of someone else. "You're hungry for the taste of a Bus-ter burrr-gerrr. The one and only burger that's fuuu-ulll, full of buuuuull..."
Oh fuck me.
Ave Lucifer.
I know that within this space... *continues to make circles around her head* ...this hairy, skin-covered bone-vessel of meat and fluid... there is stored roughly Eight-thousand dollars worth of vector-calculus. *continues the gesture* This knowledge is stored within this bony sphere. I spent several years forming these memories, shaping these neurons and storing this data. I know this. It's a fact. It is known, Khaleesi.
Now, that being said, applying both time and a substantial dollar valueto this data named...
Why is it that I could not recall enough of it to wet a postage stamp if you held a gun to my face...
BUT I can recall with near-perfect clarity the scene from the USA Up All Night seminal favourite crappy 80's comedy "Hamburger- The Movie" in which one of the two roommate characters laments the others lack of sexual activity with the statement- "If you don't hurry up and get laid, your dick will turn into a pickle. You'll have a pickle for a dick. You'll be gherkin off...."?
I didn't ask for this.
This is my blessing. This is my curse.
Peter Parker gets "cursed" with Spider-themed super-powers.
I can sing a pitch-perfect cover of the jingle for "Buster Burger University" ...
Oh well. It beats being cancelled by Hasbro.
Enjoy your morrow you gleepy gloppers. Take care of yourself and try to take care of someone else. "You're hungry for the taste of a Bus-ter burrr-gerrr. The one and only burger that's fuuu-ulll, full of buuuuull..."
Oh fuck me.
Ave Lucifer.
I can remember the solutions to puzzles in Nintento RPGs that I played only once. That one unmarked square on the map where the guy has his hidden cabin, who gives you the key to the drawbridge.