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The Random Thought Megathread
- Thread starter Gorn
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It is my duty to squeal on you. There is no going back. No amounts of "I'm sorry" from you will have any bearing on anything.
Pbassmanca
In the pocket n' thumpy. So woody, so greasy...
Goodnight Freddy. Hopefully you've finished your homework and brushed your teeth..
Hello all.....A random though struck me earlier.....
I shall repeat it here......
I need a vacation.....I shall take one......
I'll send postcards to the appropriate people with a witty line or two......
Or not......
Any requests for sticks of rock?.....
Hope so......Any flavor except Wintergreen.......I don't like Wintergreen.....
Makes my Camembert taste funny.......
Hope I don't burn.....I don't like burning.....
France maybe?.....Can't get sticks of rock in France though so maybe not.....
Hmmmmm......
I shall repeat it here......
I need a vacation.....I shall take one......
I'll send postcards to the appropriate people with a witty line or two......
Or not......
Any requests for sticks of rock?.....
Hope so......Any flavor except Wintergreen.......I don't like Wintergreen.....
Makes my Camembert taste funny.......
Hope I don't burn.....I don't like burning.....
France maybe?.....Can't get sticks of rock in France though so maybe not.....
Hmmmmm......
All this yelling is bringing me down………
Praps that's just as well—I am way too high
"Random bustard's. Over." ………
Oh no!......The flashbacks are starting again maaan.....
I need a long vacation on a subtropical island without cellphone, smartphone, tablet, notebook, laptop or computer.
I'll communicate by means of paper planes, smoke signals, pigeons and messengers, so I can be sure of a very long relaxing vacation.
I'll communicate by means of paper planes, smoke signals, pigeons and messengers, so I can be sure of a very long relaxing vacation.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Friends, Romans, and countrymen, lend me your ears!"
(They were all of them fond of quotations:
So they drank to his health, and they gave him three cheers,
While he served out additional rations).
"We have sailed many months, we have sailed many weeks,
(Four weeks to the month you may mark),
But never as yet ('tis your Captain who speaks)
Have we caught the least glimpse of a Snark!
"We have sailed many weeks, we have sailed many days,
(Seven days to the week I allow),
But a Snark, on the which we might lovingly gaze,
We have never beheld till now!
"Come, listen, my men, while I tell you again
The five unmistakable marks
By which you may know, wheresoever you go,
The warranted genuine Snarks.
"Let us take them in order. The first is the taste,
Which is meagre and hollow, but crisp:
Like a coat that is rather too tight in the waist,
With a flavour of Will-o'-the-wisp.
"Its habit of getting up late you'll agree
That it carries too far, when I say
That it frequently breakfasts at five-o'clock tea,
And dines on the following day.
"The third is its slowness in taking a jest.
Should you happen to venture on one,
It will sigh like a thing that is deeply distressed:
And it always looks grave at a pun.
"The fourth is its fondness for bathing-machines,
Which it constantly carries about,
And believes that they add to the beauty of scenes—
A sentiment open to doubt.
"The fifth is ambition. It next will be right
To describe each particular batch:
Distinguishing those that have feathers, and bite,
From those that have whiskers, and scratch.
"For, although common Snarks do no manner of harm,
Yet, I feel it my duty to say,
Some are Boojums—" The Bellman broke off in alarm,
For the Baker had fainted away.
(They were all of them fond of quotations:
So they drank to his health, and they gave him three cheers,
While he served out additional rations).
"We have sailed many months, we have sailed many weeks,
(Four weeks to the month you may mark),
But never as yet ('tis your Captain who speaks)
Have we caught the least glimpse of a Snark!
"We have sailed many weeks, we have sailed many days,
(Seven days to the week I allow),
But a Snark, on the which we might lovingly gaze,
We have never beheld till now!
"Come, listen, my men, while I tell you again
The five unmistakable marks
By which you may know, wheresoever you go,
The warranted genuine Snarks.
"Let us take them in order. The first is the taste,
Which is meagre and hollow, but crisp:
Like a coat that is rather too tight in the waist,
With a flavour of Will-o'-the-wisp.
"Its habit of getting up late you'll agree
That it carries too far, when I say
That it frequently breakfasts at five-o'clock tea,
And dines on the following day.
"The third is its slowness in taking a jest.
Should you happen to venture on one,
It will sigh like a thing that is deeply distressed:
And it always looks grave at a pun.
"The fourth is its fondness for bathing-machines,
Which it constantly carries about,
And believes that they add to the beauty of scenes—
A sentiment open to doubt.
"The fifth is ambition. It next will be right
To describe each particular batch:
Distinguishing those that have feathers, and bite,
From those that have whiskers, and scratch.
"For, although common Snarks do no manner of harm,
Yet, I feel it my duty to say,
Some are Boojums—" The Bellman broke off in alarm,
For the Baker had fainted away.
When I put my coffee on the dashboard, the windshield gets steamed up.
Oh yeah, I am parked. If I'd hit a bump I would have spilled it.
Oh yeah, I am parked. If I'd hit a bump I would have spilled it.
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