I’ve had a busy, cruddy week and dammit, I’m not feeling all happy and filled with love and music. Therefore, I am a Blue Meanie and let’s face it, we all have some Blue Meanie in all of us (except Pepperlandgirl, who’s by definition, exempt ).
The closest I’ve come to enjoying myself all week is here on the SDMB board. Which means that my week wasn’t perfectly dreadful. I have concluded that the SDMB is a tickle of joy on the blue belly of the universe. It must be scratched. So I’m begining my plans to take over and stomp out all the fun and enjoyment that can be had here. (I intend to model my new regime on the LBMB)
I, of course am the Chief Blue Meanie, but what about you?
If you’re a Blue Meanie, which type are you?
A Snapping Turk?
A Dreadful Flying Glove?
An Apple Bonker?
A Screaming Clown?
One of those Lobster Handed dudes?
A Blue Meanie?
A Butterfly Stomper (kind of a Blue Meanie varient)
or some new variation? How can you help my plans to take over the SDMB?
Applications accepted here.
Chief Blue Meanie Fenris
(Who actually admits that getting the wonderful “Yellow Submarine” DVD was the one other bright spot in a tiring, blah week.)
It’s been a reeeeeeeeeeeeeaaly long time since I’ve seen the movie, so I don’t remember exactly what Butterfly Stompers do. But I can tell you this: I do not like butterflies*. I don’t, I don’t, I don’t. And the more of them I can stomp, the happier I’ll be.
[sub]*Childhood trauma. I’ll tell you about it someday.[/sub]
My week wasn’t the best, I’m feeling cranky, and this weekend doesn’t look like it’s going to be an improvement.
I couldn’t decide what I wanted to be, but then I remembered I bought apples at the market today when I don’t normally do so. I’m taking it as a sign. Sign me up to be an Apple Bonker.
No, you’re correct. The green guys who had cigars, martinis and gun-shoes also had lobster hands. And gave me the creeps as a kid. (I’ve never heard 'em called "Hidden Persuaders before, though)
Persephone: Picture a standard Blue Meanie, make it look a little cat-like, and imagine it doing a happy stomping dance on top of butterflies, squishing them in a fandango of death. Sure, you can be one! [sup]*[/sup]
Fenris
[sup]*[/sup] Frowny face, because of course, Blue Meanies don’t like smiles or happiness.
but what is a A Dreadful Flying Glove! It sounds like fun! Flying is good, right? Are they winged?
Persephone, I’ve never heard of someone who doesn’t like butterflies! Good grief! Would it kill you to share with us your childhood trauma? It could be therapeutic…please? I’m very curious…
No wings. Make a fist, then point your index finger out. Your thumbnail would be the eye, and a mouth would be placed in a gap between you pinky and ring finger. As a Dreadful Flying Glove, you’d be powered by psychedelic rocket exhaust coming out of the open part in back (it’s a glove, after all)
Your mission would be to zoom around the landscape tormenting and smashing people like Freyr who run through threads, singing. (However, you’re not very good as smooshing sea-captains.)
Once upon a time, or maybe twice, there was an unearthly paradise known as The Straight Dope Message Board. Eighty-thousand gigs of server space it takes…or took. I’m not quite sure…
:: Happy Music ::
Posters frolic joyfully. Children laugh, people flirt. It’s heaven.
:: Foreboding Music
But they are unaware of the menace looming on the horizon as the Supreme Grand High Chief Blue Meanie Fenris gathers his forces of darkness…
i don’t know what you are referring to, so i assume that you blue meanies are here to make us feel SAAAAAAAAD*. therefore, i am going to lay about with this flamethrower** and laugh as you evil people die horrible burning deaths. hahahaha. good bye, mean things!..
i think i am out of napalm…
lemme check the barrel.
{foom!}
owwwww… i am in no mood to dispose of meaness now. in fact, i feel downright rotten. could i join your cadre of evil meaness to distribute more evil meaness?***
[sub]* real leap of deduction there, huh?[/sub]
[sub]** flamethrowers make every situation better. remember! give a man a fire, he is warm for a night. set a man on fire, and he is warm for the rest of his life.[/sub]
[sub]*** as long as i get a flamethrower with which to distribute meaness[/sub]
“remember! give a man a fire, he is warm for a night. set a man on fire, and he is warm for the rest of his life.”
Can I have this as a sig? Persephone: Remember, a butterfly is just a moth dressed up like a prostitute.
Fenris: Can I be the three-headed bulldog? Hey Bulldog is my favoritist Beatles song. Uh, I mean, LEAST favoritist, your blueness! LEAST favoritist! eep.
Yeah, definitely. I wanna be an apple bonker. I like the sound of that. I like the sound an apple makes as it bonks some unsuspecting happy person on the head. It’s raining*, my head hurts and I don’t want to be happy right now.
*Rain is a good thing, but I’m still in a crappy mood.
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