The Temple of Dagon

yah I like it better when its a parody of whats actually going on

Quiet, you.

et'uurn't'ees-zendh was particularly amused by the grisly antics of the severed human hand from jhæzyss-präimn's collection. 'do it again, heynkwill!' he cheered.

'that's ehnq'iehl, you buffooun,' said jhæzyss-präimn. 'either speak proper giblish, or go put your mouth back on the garden hose.'

'that wasn't the garden hose,' et'uurn't'ees-zendh retorted.

'jhæzyss-präimn, i knew all along that you loved me and wanted to be my bestest pal ever!' exclaimed ehnq'iehl (hence the exclamation point).

jhæzyss-präimn's 'face' did something that might be considered a 'sneer' if you knew anything about the anatomy of his species, the messianic autobot complexitude, which was not technically a species but a cult. this cult is a convoluted subject in itself, and not even an idiot would try to explain it here.

'i hate your quivering milquetoast guts, you nincompoopic squirrel mugger,' said jhæzyss-präimn, catastrophically affronted. this indignation must have carried over from the previous criticism of his custom-made brain canister.

'excellent continuity, idiot,' said et'uurn't'ees-zendh.

why, thank you. it's nice to be acknowledged once in a while. you certainly seem to be in a good mood today.

'SHUT YOUR NOISE HOLE, SMEGMA FARMER!'

damn, i was just trying to be fr—

'hahahahaha. it's ok, i just wanted to say the funny mean words like jiehzus-prhyme,' et'uurn't'ees-zendh assured.

'who is et'uurn't'ees-zendh talking to?' asked je-je-bhurkh'k, looking around the room.

ehnq'iehl suddenly changed color, to some other color that really is more of a smell, but you smell it in the eyes. 'that's jhæzyss-präimn, you tubercular expectoration! we have man-crushes on each other, so get his name right!!!'

'quiet, you!!' jhæzyss-präimn demanded. then he paused, overcome with sudden inner peace, and admired the exquisite futility of his outburst. he leaned back into his amalgamation of vinyl lawn furniture and tapped the side of his copper still, contented with the knowledge that he would soon have the last laugh.

'no telling where you'll take us, eh anna nicole?' he mused under his breath, so not even the idiot heard him.

Teehee. This needs to be collected, as one continous thing, and published, in... FH.

that would be like singing in a shower on a stage...

i think they have shows like that in amsterdam

To the Netherlands!

I propose JP make a collection of them in a topic and close it, so no one can post, and open it when there's a new addition to be made.

I propose when I'm really drunk.

I suppose she's really drunk to, otherwise I bet you'd get slapped.

I do. And not always in a fun way.

So then it's a he you always propose to... I never knew that about you. Oh well, it's all cool.

What just happened?

I suspect a train derailed. On another note, my UK bank was robed today. There were police in tactical gear armed with SMGs all over. It was frickin' sweet.

Cool. Did they see how I got away?

tandem bicycle, 3-hour low-speed chase. they tried the p.i.t. maneuver, but then you countered with the shoeless-joe-jackson gambit and lost them in a corn field. film at 11