Get it on, lieu! Bang that gong!
I’m already dancing lie nobody’s watching.
If they were watching I’d be dancing to the hip-hop beat of retching!
Crumpets, eh? We call them English english muffins. Tasty.
You know what I miss? I miss the way **Inigo Montoya ** would start a thread with a random lyric snippet from an obscure song that just happened to be playing on the radio at the time, then gently coax it along as it spiraled into something deeply irrelivant and somehow even more deeply profound.
Wait, you mean this is one of those special threads I have hungered for since Inigo’s unmitigated departure?
Well then, never mind. Welcome back in full force and may that force be with you.
- N8, cause he’s long and strong and bound to get his freak show on.
What is this freak, of which you speak?
I’m on Spring Break in exactly forty minutes. My freak is standing by.
Can you take about an hour on the tower of power?
“Take it”?! At this point, I might even pay for it!
I think you’re confused. That’s putting your kettle on, not getting your freak on. I suggest you don’t get that confused too often, it could end up with a painful result.
Can you direct me to Funky Town?
Do you need a freak to treat you right?