There be lots of dumb-dumb threads round this here town…
This one is for pants.
i knew it!! i knew it would send me to the garage!!
I take it that you don’t take kindly to my kind.
my breath is lukewarm.
My!, Luke is warm breath.
Don’t get all breathy over pants, gentlemen.
We’ve films to discuss!
…once I find a thread that actually has to do with films & isn’t a load of elitist whoopla & comparative criticism over & over & over.
I must admit, this is no Dr Dre thread.
I watched 83 films on my summer break, I regret it.
Erm… hello. What’s the haps in the “garage” then?
i just found a tooth in my hair.
NEH: Sorry, I haven’t seen the film “pants” yet, but guess it is either a film about dogs or a rip-roaring French farce. Am I missing something? I do like to do lengthy analyses and critically compare, so let me know what “pants” is all about, so I can expound – even if I don’t know anything about it. You aren’t pulling my (pants) leg, are you?
Bob is known for his expounding.
I saw Strange Hostel of Naked Pleasures a few days ago. It was weird.
Shotzi, i saw that. That movie fucking sucked shit out of a tit.
Which was remarkable. To say the feast.
Also, i have this skin-mask for sale. Any takers?
The first eye-socket is free. The rest of the face is twenty-bucks.
i need my fix.
Mr. T -—> TALL TEETH.
Mr. M, with a munchy mouth.
Mr. L sucks (literally…lemon lollipops!). I’m ashamed he starts off my name.
I should make a letter people thread. That’s sorta film.
I think it might have been the strangest movie I’ve ever seen. It did suck, though. I’ll probably watch the next Coffin Joe movie IFC airs, though, because I hate myself.
I have an abnormally large head so I doubt your skin mask would fit me. Sorry.
A B C D E F G, H i J K, LMNO P, Q R S, T U V, W X Y & Z
now i know my ABC’s, next time wont you type with me…
for my next trick i’m going to count all the numbers in existence
You guys drunk? I couldn’t blame you, what with it being Monday and all. It happens.
my sneeze guard just broke,
now my dinner-helmet is ruined.
Drunk offa life, Shotz!
I’m gonna try to go sleep in that vat of jizz.
I used to drink all the time. It was awesome.
Where do you find a vat of jizz, anyway?
Vat of jizz = part of Garage.
Nathan films an array of people from varying socioeconomic classes jerking off into a vat to symbolize unity because, in the end, they all leak out the same, babymakin’ juice.
Well, everyone likes jerking off. Might as well do it in a vat, I suppose. I don’t even know where to buy a vat, though! I’m so out of touch.
I thought that vaseline came in vats, like you.
You think both me and Vaseline come in vats? This is what you think?
Well it’s what I thought. PROVE ME WRONG, MAN.
You don’t buy vats. Ya steal’em from warehouses!
Dob, Shotzi is a moisturizer/lubricant?
Of course you steal vats from warehouses. You can’t imagine my embarrassment for not knowing that.
OH! That was a cum joke. It was funny, too. I didn’t get it. I’m really out of my element tonight. I’m going to have to study up to roll with you dudes.
I am not a dude, I’m a lady
(who talks about cum with strange internet men in the wee hours of the morning).
Fair enough. From now on I’ll refer to you as Cum Talkin’ Lady. “Did you see Cum Talkin’ Lady’s last post? She sure knows her Italian neorealism!”