GAME: Tom Swiftys

violetblue · Post by **violetblue** » Thu Oct 13, 2005 1:04 pm

"Let's emasculate him now, laurie," violetblue demanded. "Periodically, we have to resort to elemental measures," violetblue added, wondering if this discussion should be tabled for another time.

Post by **clong** » Thu Oct 13, 2005 1:12 pm

"You could just punch him in the stomach three times" offered clong, triumphantly.

Post by **Kvetch** » Thu Oct 13, 2005 1:21 pm

violetblue wrote:"Let's emasculate him now, laurie," violetblue demanded. "Periodically, we have to resort to elemental measures," violetblue added, wondering if this discussion should be tabled for another time.

"I believe the elemental issues should be reviewed <three second gap> I believe the elemental issues should be reviewed <three second gap> I believe the elemental issues should be reviewed " interjected Kvetch, periodically.

Incidentally, in British English, tableing an idea means proposing it for discussion, not putting it aside, so I got rather confused. However, with respect to everyone's mental health, I didn't try and use that usage in mine

KeE · Post by **KeE** » Thu Oct 13, 2005 1:46 pm

Talks of chemistry makes KEE remember Swift's antarctic tour*, digging for iron; oh what an irony that Swifty's are beginning to be deeply entwined in today's punology

KEE

*Tom Swift and His Atomic Earth Blaster

Post by **Darb** » Wed Oct 19, 2005 11:25 am

violetblue wrote:"Let's emasculate him now, laurie," violetblue demanded. "Periodically, we have to resort to elemental measures," violetblue added, wondering if this discussion should be tabled for another time.

"Ahm 'fraid ahm gonnah hafta fahn yew 500 dollahs, fuh eck-sess-iv purse-pick-yew-eh-tee. We don laik yew ses-squid-i-pail-ien taips 'round hear ... it gits meh hackles up, an maiks me wanna lay about with ah strait edge rayzah." blathered the hairy red-necked sesquipedaleophobic censor, in a cutting tone.

Post by **Darb** » Wed Oct 19, 2005 1:56 pm

"Bye tha way, ah ab-sole-loot-lee hait yer hair styuhl" he upbraided.

Post by **laurie** » Wed Oct 19, 2005 10:01 pm

"You should be confined in a test tube," Laurie retorted.

violetblue · Post by **violetblue** » Thu Oct 20, 2005 8:32 am

"You should be confined in a test tube," Laurie retorted.

"Maybe so, laurie, but can't we at least give the proctologist credit for flushing Kvetch from the bowels of his university?" violetblue asked probingly. (thinking of Kvetch's post, above)

Post by **Darb** » Wed Oct 26, 2005 6:39 pm

â€œGiven your ongoing refusal to eschew proctological references, Iâ€™m inclined to think youâ€™re linguistically brown-nosing Dr. Derriere hereâ€

Post by **clong** » Wed Oct 26, 2005 6:49 pm

"Now, now, Emperor. Let's try to stay on the road to interacting as a community" suggested clong, sociopathically.

Post by **Darb** » Wed Oct 26, 2005 7:03 pm

"Now now, just because I fingered the young lady for brown-nosing the imperial proctologist, there's no need to get your own nose bent out of shape" he added, with a haughty diectic sniff.

Post by **Darb** » Wed Oct 26, 2005 7:19 pm

"Wait ... I recognize you now ... you're the taxidermist who botched the job of preserving my beloved brown-nosed calico cat, yowser. It was a catastrophe* !!" he thundered, punatively.

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* Note for the perspicuously challenged: read 'cat-ass-trophy'.

Post by **clong** » Wed Oct 26, 2005 7:39 pm

"i don't really have a leg to stand on" admitted clong, defeated.

Post by **Darb** » Thu Oct 27, 2005 2:57 pm

"Don't give up ! Don't give up ! Don't give up ! Don't give up !" blathered Brad, quadra-pleadically.

/me polishes earlier cat-ass-trophy post slightly.
/me saves everyone the trouble and slaps self on wrist.

Post by **clong** » Thu Oct 27, 2005 3:13 pm

"Brad, have you been feeding the crocodiles again?" querried clong, offhandedly.

Post by **Darb** » Thu Oct 27, 2005 3:18 pm

"Leprosy,
All my skin is falling off of me,
I'm not half the man I used to be,
Oh why do I
have leprosy ?"

... sang Brad, deconstructively.

Post by **Darb** » Thu Oct 27, 2005 4:16 pm

Clong wrote:"Brad, have you been feeding the crocodiles again?" querried clong, offhandedly.

{Brad watches Clong suddenly grimace in pain, due to a musically induced migraine}

"Ooooh, have you tried calling Dr. Guillotine ? The Headless Horseman swears by him !" he quipped quickly, off the top of his head.

Post by **Ghost** » Thu Oct 27, 2005 4:35 pm

â€œI thought Dr. Antoine Louis was the â€œhead-acheâ€

Post by **Darb** » Thu Oct 27, 2005 4:44 pm

"Feh. Dr. Guillotine was the real brains behind that brief partnership. Dr. Louis was a total ass by comparasson. C'mon - the man couldn't find his own buttocks if he sat on them !" rebutted Brad.

Post by **Ghost** » Thu Oct 27, 2005 4:50 pm

â€œYeah, yeah, I know. I golfed with Dr. Louis, he was always slicing into the woods and then spending the rest of the round squawking like a chicken with his . . . you know what I mean, he was really a pain in the neck,â€

Post by **Darb** » Thu Oct 27, 2005 4:55 pm

"I didn't realize you were so adept with headless chicken references" Brad quipped geekishly*.

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Geek: archaic meaning referred to someone who bites the heads off of chickens. More modern use implies someone who's skilled at trivia in highly specialized topics.

Post by **Darb** » Thu Oct 27, 2005 5:15 pm

/me privately suspects that The Ghostly One is three sheets to the wind ... but who's counting ?

Post by **clong** » Thu Oct 27, 2005 5:28 pm

"I wish I knew what Brad was planning. If only my network of covert operatives hadn't been wiped out" lamented the despised clong.

Post by **Ghost** » Thu Oct 27, 2005 5:32 pm

â€œThis â€œpeople under sheetsâ€

Post by **Darb** » Fri Oct 28, 2005 2:47 pm

{Nearby, the Evil Emperor quietly orders a large repast of spicy Mexican food ... fully intent on asphyxiating* the Imperial Proctologist during his next exam, a few hours hence}

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* Read: "ass-fix-iating" ... because proctologists fix ... oh, NM.