Funny how excessive flatulence is referred to, medically, as meteorism. It cracks me up.
IS A SLEDGEHAMMER.
BETSUNI...
IS A SLEDGEHAMMER.
BETSUNI...
FABRICATI DIEM PVNK
...does that mean if you, er..."flatulate" too much you can get asteroids?
Oh dear...
Oh, and yeah Nils? I'm thinkin' of leasing "it" out to OPEC.

Oh dear...

Oh, and yeah Nils? I'm thinkin' of leasing "it" out to OPEC.

not mine own thought but my sister's.
satan does not exists, god's just bipolar
satan does not exists, god's just bipolar
Dunkelheit wrote:not mine own thought but my sister's.
satan does not exists, god's just bipolar
Interesting thought, kind of connected, therefore NOT random, but my girlfriend thinks that satan is actually good... i mean, he punishes the wicked... kinda makes sense no?
EphelDuath666 wrote:God is bisexual
bisexuals are greedy...
maybe but they have twice as much chances to have a date
mini-saga = Brian Aldiss' invention. A short story containing EXACTLY 50 words (the title doesn't count). The mini-saga competition is organised each year by a British newspaper, The Telegraph.
Maximum Security Prison
The hatch of the prison transporter shut behind him. He surveyed the place he was to spend the rest of his life in. They said that no one ever escaped from here; he never heard of anyone returning, too. The place had many names, but the locals called it Earth.
Maximum Security Prison
The hatch of the prison transporter shut behind him. He surveyed the place he was to spend the rest of his life in. They said that no one ever escaped from here; he never heard of anyone returning, too. The place had many names, but the locals called it Earth.
Vesper wrote:mini-saga = Brian Aldiss' invention. A short story containing EXACTLY 50 words (the title doesn't count). The mini-saga competition is organised each year by a British newspaper, The Telegraph.
Distant Reclamation
With weary eyes I scanned the wastelands. Will this never cease? One little error and we pay the price for generations. The others were already on their assigned routes. A last check of my respirator and I stepped out. Soon it would be "daylight". Damn how I miss the Sun.
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