Did everyone forget their antipsychotic medication this morning?
No, we all forgot it five years ago. ZOMBIE RHINOCEROS! BOO!
ETA: I saw this thread in my User Control Panel and wondered “WTF?” because I did not remember posting to it.
You’re the one who woke the looney bin.
You mean, “Canadians”. And that’s spelled “loonie”. With the dollar at par, who knows where we’ll end up? :: giggle ::
ME?? I took my meds, and I haven’t been poking anyone with my pointy stick.
What timing. Not ten minutes ago, I stuffed one of The Littlest Briston’s Barbies into the mouth of her favorite stuffed rhinoceros. I expect her to come stomping into my office to give me a gleeful admonition against such things any minute now.
I’ll try and weasel out of it, though.
Is it narcissistic that I come back to this thread every 3-4 years and still am simultaneously amused & horrified at what I was?
For better or worse I just lack the capacity to unhinge quite like I did back then. But damn, that’s some funny nuts.
After many years of not doing so, I thought of the Badger Badger Badger song just yesterday, fondly remembering that there was once a thread about it here. It was one of the very first ones I’d read here and helped get me hooked to the Dope.
Seriousness and sentimentality aside, here’s my contribution:
Rocky! Rocky! Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!
Moose! Moose!
Rocky! Rocky! Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!
Natasha, Natasha! Ohhh, Natasha!
Also, Mr. Rhino. (Skip the darned ad as soon as you can.)
Doggerel. Caterwaul. Catteraugus. Dogrrrl. Monggrrrrrll. Cheeese monger, Gromit! Vicious viscous fish mongery.
Pamplona moose. Running of the Pamplonamooses!
When asked if I can speak Rhinoceros,
I say, “Of courseros, can’t you?”