You know, if you guys keep using the word “dipshit”, it’s going to take over this thread!
I wonder when that dipshit Ponder Stibbons is gonna show up and make one of his dipshit announcements that have nothing to do with this thread.
I, for one, think it’s about time to release the herrings on Tarelton. Dipshits, indeed! :mad:
Speaking of words you don’t hear often enough, what about dipshit? I haven’t heard that one since June 27, 1998. How 'bout a SDMB campaign to reinstate dipshit as the insult of choice. I’ll start: whoever came up with the previously mentioned use for a watermelon is a real dipshit.
You know, if you hollow out a watermelon, you can hold about 2 dozen herrings in it.
I’m just sayin’.
I hardly ever hear the word “echolalia” in conversational use.
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We had some great watermelon last night after dinner. Which is odd because it’s a bit early or late in the season for it, depending on whether the source is North or South America.
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I see what you’re saying, but to get the most bang for your buck in a food fight, I say you go with the double-food projectile. Basically, it’s just a matter of one food inside another.
For example, beaning someone with eggs is one thing, but if you stick those eggs inside an overripe canteloupe, well, there’s a reason to duck…
…and enough already with the subliminal messages, people!! (yes, I’m looking at you, harmless!)
Look, all I said was that IF Clinton owned a goat farm, that’s something he’d LIKELY do.
If you’ve got a problem with me, take it to the pit. I’m not the one that turned this into a political thread anyway.
SiouxChief, what on earth was that all about? I shudder to think what goes on in that mind of yours. I hope you’ve got a cite for that, or is this just more unsubstantiated ramblings?
My personal favourite, btw, is still the custard pie - fantastic range, ease of use, and of course, maximum splatter. The only danger is collateral damage - which in a food fight situation, is pretty much a given anyway.
Yeah, well a pumpkin pie does pack a lot of bang for the buck in a food fight but for maximum coverage nothing beats one of those congealed snot green Hell-O molds. Man, people live in fear of being splatted with those!
I’ve lost track. Was it the mice who started the food fight or the mongoose?
And I thought we’d heard the last of
What sort of dipshit uses a tennis ball launcher and a 2-stroke engine for that sort of thing?!?
And what was the pork loin doing next to the hydraulic pump!?? :eek:
All right! I’ve stolen ShibbOleth’s RoboGoat Mark V. He claims it isn’t working, but I’m sure I can fix it with a little 10w40 and bourbon. To make sure he doesn’t come looking for it, I’ll leave him with a post-hypnotic suggestion to go on and on about melons.
Now I’ll be safe no matter where I go. Unless. . . nah! I’m sure nothing distracted him while he was building it.
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Yes, I know its primary purpose is initiation threads, but damnit, the RoboGoat Mark V is my invention, and since the previous four RG’s have been…errrr…less than successful, I’m testing this one out in here!
I figure I can at least use its hydro-cannons to clean up these food-fight remnants. Just gotta kick the hydraulic pump into high gear, and…
<rumblerumblerumblerumbleFWOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!!>
Yeeeeehaw! Lookit that sucker go! Looks like Mark V is a complete succ…errrrr…why is it smoking?
<grindgrindgrindKA-POW!!!>
Augh! Ok, which one of you dipshits thought pork loin was appropriate for a food fight?? The damn thing got sucked into the hydraulic pump, and now…<sob>…now look at my beautiful RoboGoat! Blown into a bajillion pieces (again)!
Ah well…I’ll clean it up later…
Well, if you really must pry, it was an old foodfight injury. You see, we’d been preparing our weaponry all day, looking forward to an almighty food fest. With hindsight, I can see that I’d gone a bit over the top, but in secret I’d knocked up a “vegetable bazooka” using some old tennis equipment.
Still, the evening came, and we all went into the “mess hall” for the big occasion. Things started slowly, a few lightly tossed bread rolls and a piece of celery in the ear. Nothing major. Then, hiding behind the dessert trolley I made my way slowly to the broomcupboard, where I’d hidden my weapon of choice.
I sprang up, and let fly a volley of aubergine and corgette - they splattered with tremendous effect all over my opponents. I then moved on to the tomatoes… oh… the tomatoes… it was poetry in motion. Rapid fire blazing a red fury on my opponents. Shortly, I ran out of ammo.
Thinking quickly (or so I thought), I topped up the ammo chamber with a huge bowl of trifle that had been on the dessert trolley. I wound the old moped engine up to full throttle, and let rip. Nothing happened. There was a groaning noise from my bazooka, and I realised it must be jammed with a stuck potato or similar. Like a fool I peered down the nozzle to see what the problem was, and yes - you guessed it - it worked itself loose. The bazooka flew out of my hands, and was wildly uncontrollable.
When my co-combatants dared lift the dessert trolley from me, they found a broken bazooka, and there I was, utterly covered in foodstuff, from tip to kiester. Man, I’ve never walked the same since then. I now know the true meaning of “when come back, bring pie”.
I take comfort from the fact that I’m not the only sufferer of such an injury, squeegee, I hope that you recover (eventually). I do have one question though - how did the Rabbi react to all of this commotion? Surely he must’ve suspected something?
Are you sure? That’s intended for initiation threads only, you know. And after the mess the mice made of that mongoose, I think it’s high time we left the animals (be they Robo- or no) to their own devices.
applause. Brilliant