Speak to me in word salad.

[Grrr]

Did you know, that the inverse square is equal to all for sides of a hypotenuse triangle?

[Prof.Pepperwinkle]

No but if you bar a fake hum I can few it.

[John_DiFool]

Now, alduce me to introlow myslef. I’m sorry. Alself me to myduce introlow myslef.

[CheshireKat]

Why did I end up foolowing the foll?

[Ambivalid]

@John_DiFool

Now, alduce me to introlow myslef. I’m sorry. Alself me to myduce introlow myslef.

Isn’t word-salad supposed to be composed of words?

[CheshireKat]

It is my understanding that word salad can contain both real and imaginary words. Let me rephrase that … It cannot do real puppies if the shickster pays the ponies.

[Some_Call_Me.Tim]

My name is the middle of intimidation.

[John_DiFool]

Are you as think as I tired you are?

[Prof.Pepperwinkle]

Nothing malodorous about us, eh, Wienerschitzel? The amperage of the peerage lacks steerage.

[PoppaSan]

The rules are we all speak like Yoda?

All at this game clever you are.

[Prof.Pepperwinkle]

The Will be forced upon you, all ways.

[Ignatz]

I used to be a sumpsimus when confronted by the inappropriate “it’s” (which ALWAYS means “it is” or “it has”) vs. “its” by Doper posters but I now tolerate mumpsimus, and I cut my lawn using boustrophedon.

[Prof.Pepperwinkle]

In the Spring and Autumn, too,/ The boustrephon will dote on you:/ For flowers in their beds agree/ The lark is wombling by the lee.

[Biotop]

@Prof.Pepperwinkle

In the Spring and Autumn, too,/ The boustrephon will dote on you:/ For flowers in their beds agree/ The lark is wombling by the lee.

Larks do not wobble, not even to a degree. I object to a thread that treats words as integers and I don’t just mean words by those called Lee.

[burpo_the_wonder_mutt]

(I can not do better than this: )

[picker]

I still fantize great subjective embuckments to succumb.

[Prof.Pepperwinkle]

Honeycombs must, simply must succumb to the Fanzine. Beware the prolix subjective ere the cataclysmic fury wound and metastatically peripatize all humours within the realm of the conjectured propensity for inane aphasic, er, ah, well then, that’s about that about that.

[JohnClay]

The Doors - Severed Garden
http://www.metrolyrics.com/severed-garden-lyrics-the-doors.html

Wow! I’m sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain South
Cruel bindings

The servants have the power
Dog, men and their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over our sailors

I’m sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V. tower
I want roses in my garden bower, dig…

[Prof.Pepperwinkle]

  Given the existence as uttered forth in the public works of Puncher and Wattmann of a personal God quaquaquaqua with white beard quaquaquaqua outside time without extension who from the heights of divine apathia divine athambia divine aphasia loves us dearly with some exceptions for reasons unknown but time will tell and suffers like the divine Miranda with those who for reasons unknown but time will tell are plunged in torment plunged in fire whose fire flames if that continues and who can doubt it will fire the firmament that is to say blast hell to heaven so blue still and calm so calm with a calm which even though intermittent is better than nothing but not so fast and considering what is more that as a result of the labors left unfinished crowned by the Acacacacademy of Anthropopopometry of Essy-in-Possy of Testew and Cunard it is established beyond all doubt all other doubt than that which clings to the labors of men that as a result of the labors unfinished of Testew and Cunnard it is established as hereinafter but not so fast for reasons unknown that as a result of the public works of Puncher and Wattmann it is established beyond all doubt that in view of the labors of Fartov and Belcher left unfinished for reasons unknown of Testew and Cunard left unfinished it is established what many deny that man in Possy of Testew and Cunard that man in Essy that man in short that man in brief in spite of the strides of alimentation and defecation wastes and pines wastes and pines and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown in spite of the strides of physical culture the practice of sports such as tennis football running cycling swimming flying floating riding gliding conating camogie skating tennis of all kinds dying flying sports of all sorts autumn summer winter winter tennis of all kinds hockey of all sorts penicillin and succedanea in a word I resume flying gliding golf over nine and eighteen holes tennis of all sorts in a word for reasons unknown in Feckham Peckham Fulham Clapham namely concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown but time will tell fades away I resume Fulham Clapham in a word the dead loss per head since the death of Bishop Berkeley being to the tune of one inch four ounce per head approximately by and large more or less to the nearest decimal good measure round figures stark naked in the stockinged feet in Connemara in a word for reasons unknown no matter what matter the facts are there and considering what is more much more grave that in the light of the labors lost of Steinweg and Peterman it appears what is more much more grave that in the light the light the light of the labors lost of Steinweg and Peterman that in the plains in the mountains by the seas by the rivers running water running fire the air is the same and then the earth namely the air and then the earth in the great cold the great dark the air and the earth abode of stones in the great cold alas alas in the year of their Lord six hundred and something the air the earth the sea the earth abode of stones in the great deeps the great cold on sea on land and in the air I resume for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis the facts are there but time will tell I resume alas alas on on in short in fine on on abode of stones who can doubt it I resume but not so fast I resume the skull fading fading fading and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis on on the beard the flames the tears the stones so blue so calm alas alas on on the skull the skull the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the labors abandoned left unfinished graver still abode of stones in a word I resume alas alas abandoned unfinished the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the skull alas the stones Cunard  . . . tennis . . . the stones . . . so calm . . . Cunard . . . unfinished . . 

—Lucky’s Monologue, from Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett

[CheshireKat]

Thanks for the reply that you going inside the bank now which it will be so much better , but i will like to tell you this , have notice the lawyer to be around today even the committee are trying to spoil me that am just making mouth that you don’t send money but i let them know mistake come,s in that why, if not that the transfer could have done by now after this they asked me what is going on but i told them you are sending it early this morning your time that they should be calm that you are doing it as soon as you awake that when they said they will wait and see

• Mrs. Sarah Alade, Nigerian scammer