My Chemical Romance

From Uncyclopedia, the content-free encyclopedia

(Difference between revisions)
Jump to: navigation, search
m
m (See also: cs:)
 
(26 intermediate revisions by 21 users not shown)
Line 1: Line 1:
<div style="border-top:1px solid gray; border-bottom:1px solid gray; padding-top:5px; padding-bottom:5px; margin-bottom:20px">''(Giggle) Excuse me, are you looking for [[My Chemical Romance (Band)]]? (giggle)...'''''</div>
+
[[Image:Mychemicalromance.jpg|400px|thumb|right|Was it worth it to lose tenure if you found true love?]]
+
{{Q|So..whose chemical romance is it exactly??|Anonymous|who the 'my' in My Chemical Romance is referring to}}
{{Highbrow}}
 
[[Image:Mychemicalromance.jpg|right|imagesize=300 pixels|Was it worth it to lose tenure if you found true love?]]
 
 
{{Q|The gender nonspecifity of this article makes it appealing to people both interested in guys and girls. Erm... not that I'd know anything about that.|Oscar Wilde}}
 
{{Q|The gender nonspecifity of this article makes it appealing to people both interested in guys and girls. Erm... not that I'd know anything about that.|Oscar Wilde}}
{{QNL|'''Your''' chemical romance? Let's talk about '''My''' Chemical Romance!|Aggravated fangirl|irony}}
 
   
 
When my eyes met those of Trifluoroacetic [[Acid]], I knew that my [[heart]] was [[robbery|taken]]. A smile from across the room was returned, and we walked towards once another. "Hi," I said, knowing that it came out sounding a bit [[nerd|shy]]. I had always been a bit of a [[Bob Dylan|Wallflower]]… but that was okay, because so was it. It introduced itself, and told me to call it "CF<sub>3</sub>CO<sub>2</sub>H" for short. This was the beginning… of '''my chemical romance.'''
 
When my eyes met those of Trifluoroacetic [[Acid]], I knew that my [[heart]] was [[robbery|taken]]. A smile from across the room was returned, and we walked towards once another. "Hi," I said, knowing that it came out sounding a bit [[nerd|shy]]. I had always been a bit of a [[Bob Dylan|Wallflower]]… but that was okay, because so was it. It introduced itself, and told me to call it "CF<sub>3</sub>CO<sub>2</sub>H" for short. This was the beginning… of '''my chemical romance.'''
Line 14: Line 13:
   
 
==Its warm embrace==
 
==Its warm embrace==
[[Image:Structure.png|right|thumb|The chemical who I loved, if but for one night.]]
+
[[Image:100px-Trifluoroacetic-acid-skeletal.png|right|thumb|The chemical who I loved, if but for one night.]]
 
I held Trifluoroacetic Acid in my arms and it was like I was being [[priest|touched for the first time]]. Every inch of my skin must have been covered with [[herpes|goosebumps]]. I felt a warmth like I know I have never felt before, as I’m sure it did as well. I dimmed the lights and lit candles all over the apartment, and left a trail of rose petals leading back to the bedroom, where I had carefully placed a series of graduated cylinders, an Erlenmeyer flask, a burette, and yes, even a separatory funnel. When we met again there, I slowly removed its covalent bonding and it laid a kiss on my lips. It was amazing. I could feel my [[heart attack|heart jump]], and my [[Parkinsons|knees shake]]. The temperature of my [[blood]] must have risen a thousand degrees. Which is a significant problem, since CF<sub>3</sub>CO<sub>2</sub>H causes an azeotrope with water after reaching a boiling point of 105 °C.
 
I held Trifluoroacetic Acid in my arms and it was like I was being [[priest|touched for the first time]]. Every inch of my skin must have been covered with [[herpes|goosebumps]]. I felt a warmth like I know I have never felt before, as I’m sure it did as well. I dimmed the lights and lit candles all over the apartment, and left a trail of rose petals leading back to the bedroom, where I had carefully placed a series of graduated cylinders, an Erlenmeyer flask, a burette, and yes, even a separatory funnel. When we met again there, I slowly removed its covalent bonding and it laid a kiss on my lips. It was amazing. I could feel my [[heart attack|heart jump]], and my [[Parkinsons|knees shake]]. The temperature of my [[blood]] must have risen a thousand degrees. Which is a significant problem, since CF<sub>3</sub>CO<sub>2</sub>H causes an azeotrope with water after reaching a boiling point of 105 °C.
   
Everyone warned me that it would be [[danger]]ous. They warned me that CF<sub>3</sub>CO<sub>2</sub>H was a "highly corrosive" acid, whatever that was supposed to mean. Who are they to [[Judge Reinhold|judge]] our love? All I know is this… I didn’t need a material safety data sheet to tell me the "hazards" of my love. I knew exactly was I was getting into, and [[nothing]] would ever stop me. And when you think about it, isn't the nature of love to be highly corrosive? Because I felt like I was being slowly dissolved by a 1-molar solution... of passion.
+
Everyone warned me that it would be [[danger]]ous. They warned me that CF<sub>3</sub>CO<sub>2</sub>H was a "highly corrosive" acid, whatever that was supposed to mean. Who are they to [[Judge Reinhold|judge]] our love? All I know is this… I didn’t need a material safety data sheet to tell me the "hazards" of my love. I knew exactly what I was getting into, and [[nothing]] would ever stop me. And when you think about it, isn't the nature of love to be highly corrosive? Because I felt like I was being slowly dissolved by a 1-molar solution... of passion.
   
 
It was a night like no other. The [[star]]s and the [[sky]] and the [[moon]] could have all gone away, and neither of us would have noticed. The [[world]] could have burned and we would not have cared.
 
It was a night like no other. The [[star]]s and the [[sky]] and the [[moon]] could have all gone away, and neither of us would have noticed. The [[world]] could have burned and we would not have cared.
   
With every pulsation, with every [[sex|throbbing sweet move]], we became less like two individuals… and more like one. It quivered and twicthed in absolute exaltation, as if it was undergoing electrofluorination. Quickly we got into a rhythm of unbridaled lust. What was once soft oscillations of flesh on electrons turned into harsh thrusting and pounding. We were intoxicated with one another. We got faster and faster until we both arrived at ecstasy. It had reached its flash point.
+
With every pulsation, with every [[sex|throbbing sweet move]], we became less like two individuals… and more like one. It quivered and twitched in absolute exaltation, as if it was undergoing electrofluorination. Quickly we got into a rhythm of unbridled lust. What was once soft oscillations of flesh on electrons turned into harsh thrusting and pounding. We were intoxicated with one another. We got faster and faster until we both arrived at ecstasy. It had reached its flash point.
   
 
==It never called back==
 
==It never called back==
   
We fell asleep in one another’s arms and I had never rested so well or satisfied. When when I awoke, I saw a room in disarray from the previous night's passion, with used filter paper and soiled pipettes strewn everywhere. But CF<sub>3</sub>CO<sub>2</sub>H was gone. I had never gotten a number or an address. Technically, I didn’t even know if that was its real name. It felt so magical… but is that all I meant to it? A one-night stand? If so, I will never look back on it with shame or sorrow or remorse. For it was the greatest night of my life. But still, when I think about the fact that I may never see CF<sub>3</sub>CO<sub>2</sub>H again, I want to cut myself. After all, this is an article that only [[emo]]s look at.
+
We fell asleep in one another’s arms and I had never rested so well or satisfied. When I awoke, I saw a room in disarray from the previous night's passion, with used filter paper and soiled pipettes strewn everywhere. But CF<sub>3</sub>CO<sub>2</sub>H was gone. I had never gotten a number or an address. Technically, I didn’t even know if that was its real name. It felt so magical… but is that all I meant to it? A one-night stand? If so, I will never look back on it with shame or sorrow or remorse. For it was the greatest night of my life. But still, when I think about the fact that I may never see CF<sub>3</sub>CO<sub>2</sub>H again, I run my fingers over the flask that once contained my passion and true love.
   
 
==See Also==
 
==See Also==
Line 31: Line 30:
 
*[[Romance of the Three Kingdoms]]
 
*[[Romance of the Three Kingdoms]]
 
*[[Rome|My Chemical Romans]]
 
*[[Rome|My Chemical Romans]]
  +
*[[Humour|My Comical Romance]]
 
*[[Chemical nomenclature]]
 
*[[Chemical nomenclature]]
*[[Idiotic Table of the Elements]]
+
*[[Idiotic Table of the Elements]]
  +
*[[War of Rock]]
  +
  +
{{FA|revision=2025467|date=1 June 2007}}
   
{{VFH}}
 
 
[[Category:Science]]
 
[[Category:Science]]
  +
[[Category:Literature]]
  +
[[Category:Romance]]
  +
  +
[[cs:My Chemical Romance]]
  +
[[es:My Chemical Romance]]
  +
[[fi:My Chemical Romance]]
  +
[[fr:My Chemical Romance]]
  +
[[he:מיי כימקל רומנס/גרסה 2]]
  +
[[it:My Chemical Romance]]
  +
[[no:My Chemical Romance]]
  +
[[pl:My Chemical Romance]]
  +
[[pt:My Chemical Romance]]

Latest revision as of 19:13, October 1, 2009

Mychemicalromance
Was it worth it to lose tenure if you found true love?
“So..whose chemical romance is it exactly??”
~ Anonymous on who the 'my' in My Chemical Romance is referring to
“The gender nonspecifity of this article makes it appealing to people both interested in guys and girls. Erm... not that I'd know anything about that.”

When my eyes met those of Trifluoroacetic Acid, I knew that my heart was taken. A smile from across the room was returned, and we walked towards once another. "Hi," I said, knowing that it came out sounding a bit shy. I had always been a bit of a Wallflower… but that was okay, because so was it. It introduced itself, and told me to call it "CF3CO2H" for short. This was the beginning… of my chemical romance.

edit A forbidden passion

Everyone told me that it would never work out. Like Romeo and Juliet, we were not meant to be with one another. A person like me and a carboxylic acid with three electronegative fluorine atoms? What chance did we have? But I was going to prove them wrong, I was going to prove them all wrong. Our first night out together, we went to the movies. We could barely keep our hands off of one another. It seemed like the most romantic time in the world. That is, until the usher came down the aisle.

Oh, he was pretending like he would do this to anyone… but the look of hatred in his eyes indicated that he was prejudiced against our love, just like most people were. "This isn’t a hotel room. Get the hell out of here, you two," he shouted. And as we walked away after being kicked out, I could hear him grumble under his breath, " CF3CO2H is meant to be used as a reagent in organic synthesis because of a combination of convenient properties: volatility, solubility in organic solvents, and strength. It is NOT supposed to be used to make out with." What a bigot.

We didn’t let him ruin our mood though. We went back to my place, and that is where the real magic began.

edit Its warm embrace

100px-Trifluoroacetic-acid-skeletal
The chemical who I loved, if but for one night.

I held Trifluoroacetic Acid in my arms and it was like I was being touched for the first time. Every inch of my skin must have been covered with goosebumps. I felt a warmth like I know I have never felt before, as I’m sure it did as well. I dimmed the lights and lit candles all over the apartment, and left a trail of rose petals leading back to the bedroom, where I had carefully placed a series of graduated cylinders, an Erlenmeyer flask, a burette, and yes, even a separatory funnel. When we met again there, I slowly removed its covalent bonding and it laid a kiss on my lips. It was amazing. I could feel my heart jump, and my knees shake. The temperature of my blood must have risen a thousand degrees. Which is a significant problem, since CF3CO2H causes an azeotrope with water after reaching a boiling point of 105 °C.

Everyone warned me that it would be dangerous. They warned me that CF3CO2H was a "highly corrosive" acid, whatever that was supposed to mean. Who are they to judge our love? All I know is this… I didn’t need a material safety data sheet to tell me the "hazards" of my love. I knew exactly what I was getting into, and nothing would ever stop me. And when you think about it, isn't the nature of love to be highly corrosive? Because I felt like I was being slowly dissolved by a 1-molar solution... of passion.

It was a night like no other. The stars and the sky and the moon could have all gone away, and neither of us would have noticed. The world could have burned and we would not have cared.

With every pulsation, with every throbbing sweet move, we became less like two individuals… and more like one. It quivered and twitched in absolute exaltation, as if it was undergoing electrofluorination. Quickly we got into a rhythm of unbridled lust. What was once soft oscillations of flesh on electrons turned into harsh thrusting and pounding. We were intoxicated with one another. We got faster and faster until we both arrived at ecstasy. It had reached its flash point.

edit It never called back

We fell asleep in one another’s arms and I had never rested so well or satisfied. When I awoke, I saw a room in disarray from the previous night's passion, with used filter paper and soiled pipettes strewn everywhere. But CF3CO2H was gone. I had never gotten a number or an address. Technically, I didn’t even know if that was its real name. It felt so magical… but is that all I meant to it? A one-night stand? If so, I will never look back on it with shame or sorrow or remorse. For it was the greatest night of my life. But still, when I think about the fact that I may never see CF3CO2H again, I run my fingers over the flask that once contained my passion and true love.

edit See Also

190px-Featured.png

Potatohead aqua Featured Article  (read another featured article) Featured version: 1 June 2007
This article has been featured on the front page. — You can vote for or nominate your favourite articles at Uncyclopedia:VFH.
<includeonly>Template:FA/01 June 2007Template:FA/2007</includeonly>
Personal tools
projects