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“There's too many, and most of them are dreck.”
“What kind of immature, pretentious egomaniac quotes himself in the liner notes?”
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edit The Particulars, in no particular order
edit Caveat Fornicator/Fornicatrix
I'd really rather you don't fuck with this page, or at least with the stuff I put on this page (Adding things, I don't really give a rat's ass, as long as you don't give a dingo's kidney about me possibly deleting it, heh.) Don't like it? Everything here is Somebody Else's Problem. . . and you're somebody else. . . go shit in your fist. Otherwise, register your beefs on my talk page.
edit Awardses, my Precious!
Visit my Trophy Room. Or not. It's not like you really give a shit.
edit Articles of Tooltrollization, Sec 1.
The Fine Print:
Keep all guards and shields in place. Batteries not included. Offer void where prohibited by law. Allow 6-8 weeks for delivery. Do not light near face. Slippery when wet. Keep fingers and toes away from moving parts. Objects may be closer than they appear. Read and understand the owner's manual. Some assembly required. If you don't eat your meat, you can't have any pudding. The white zone is for loading and unloading only. Parental guidance advised. No user serviceable parts. Packaging may smother children. Keep left. Do not remove this tag. Hearing protection must be worn. May cause severe burns. Euphemisms are for the differently-brained. Not suitable for human consumption. Caveat nausem. It is forbidden to piss into the wind. Shuttlecraft should not exceed warp 7.5. May cause anal leakage. Management is not responsible for lost or stolen articles. You will not suffocate if elevator stalls. My cat's breath smells like cat food. Tighten belts monthly. Consult your doctor if symptoms persist. Don't stand, don't stand so, don't stand so close to me. Product may differ from illustration. Insert TAB A into SLOT B. Clean your room. This is not the luggage tag specified by the Geneva convention. Side effects may include mild to moderate death or coma. Prosecutors will be violated. Bridge out. This spot reserved for general manager. Tow away strictly enforced. High voltage - Do not open. Pie may be hot. Breaking seals voids warranty. Line forms here. Do not feed the trolls. Contains scenes of graphic violence, full-penetration sexuality, and fuzzy bunnies - Viewer discretion advised. May contain
testiclesnuts. If the wind changes, your face will be stuck like that. Do not apply to or near mucous membranes. Trucks must report when lights flashing. No refund on anally-fitted rodents. Check your weapons at the door. Political incorrectness is strictly encouraged. Remove before flight. This page intentionally left blank. Gusty winds may exist. WARNING! LARK'S VOMIT! May explode if inserted incorrectly. Causes ebola in cockroaches. You'll put somebody's eye out with that thing. Change filter bag when full. Don't look down. Fat chicks need love too. Check pattern buffer before operating transporter. Don't make me angry. . . You wouldn't like me when I'm angry. Start brain before engaging mouth. The doctor said you'd get fewer nosebleeds if you'd just keep your fingers out of there. Replace only with fuse of same type. Warp drive should not be engaged in space-dock. That's the one thing I could never stomach about Santa Carla: All the damn vampires. No one will notice this line. I am the one who all your base are belong to. Ho! Aha! Guard! Turn! Parry! Dodge! Spin! Ha! Thrust! This template not for internal use.
soothe the savage breast annoy barnyard animals:
Since I was dumb enough to ask for an audio namespace, I've adopted it and started to whip it into shape. There's not much there yet, but here it is:
Edible Audible contributions
- UnTunes:Congressman in Drag - PLAY AUDIO!!!
- UnTunes:Oo Aa Iiee - PLAY AUDIO!!!
- UnTunes:Playing With Myself - PLAY AUDIO!!!
- UnTunes:The Uncyclopedian's Song - PLAY AUDIO!!! - Featured 15 Nov., 2006!
Things oozed from a diseased mind:
- The Great Aspie War of Ought Six - with much collaboration! Past VFH Nom
- The Shiny Brass Anvil Award
- Whore frost Past VFH Nom
edit In "Progress"
Typographical diarrhea I'm currently spewing:
Yes, I know that there's quite a few items here, which leads to:
Writing tip #1 - A particular idea may not be suitable for a particular article. Having several articles in progress increases the chance that a given idea will be usable.
edit Successful Vandalism
Contributions to others' articles the admins missed:
- Canada and it's sub-pages. Random silliness, eh?
- Dictation. Saved from VFD. Gave it a twist. Broke it's neck.
- Organised religion. Assorted bile.
- Progressive rock. Distortion of some facts, exaggeration of others. Mostly blunt truth.
- Uncyclopedia:Content Disclaimer. Anvil parachutes are funny.
- Zog. A new ending. Poor Zog.
edit The Fridge
If you finish the milk, don't put the empty carton back, And don't touch my last beer.
edit Idea Dump
This is where I'm storing various ideas, words, plots, phrases, concepts, notiions, conspiracies, acts of Bob, potential article titles, captured extraterrestrials and/or deities, and my lunch. Feel free to steal any of these, just
strike it off the list and link it to wherever you used it.
- I am Sparticles!
- Scampering Elephant Ballet
- The Quest for Jack Shit
- Harm & Anger Killing Soda
edit Ground cerebrum, glazed in a white wine sauce, with broccoli, garlic, shallots, yams and chives, served at body temperature in a used rusty bedpan, and SPAM!
This is the rantin' an' philosophizin' section. . . I'm not trying to be funny, but you never know. . .
edit Fatties*: "Yes, fatties"
So I like fatties. . . (waits for shocked gasps to subside,) what's the big deal? "Oh," sez you, "but fatties are ugly! Ewww!"
Oh, really? And just where did your fuzzy little teen-age mind get that notion? Oh, yeah, right. Years of brainwashing by the media, parents and peers, on behalf of the marketing divisions of the fashion, fitness, diet, cosmetic, medical and other assorted industries. Oooo, what a good little robot you are! Multinational corporations are your friends! Yes they are! They don't care a whit about selling you (and everybody else and their dog) a bunch of poorly made crap you don't need- they just have your best interests at heart. You can trust them- corporate executives and stockholders are renowned for their generousity, honesty, and ethical uprightness. For Dog's sake, don't think for yourself! You might short out your neurons!
It's been a while since I've been in school, but you know, I don't remember coming across the
FAT=UGLY equation in any of my math books. As far as modern science seems to be concerned,
UGLY=UGLY and ne'er the twain shall meet. . . Well, ok, yeah they meet sometimes: There are some horrifically ugly fatties out there, but then again, there's some pretty hideous skinnies, too. Beauty has nothing to do with size, or
FAT≠UGLY. Is Saturn an ugly planet because it's so much bigger than the earth? I think not: Saturn is generally considered the most striking planet in the solar system, and nobody has suggested it go on a diet. (Pluto's downright anorexic!) Beauty is a matter of proportion and symmetry, and it's proportion and symmetry that lured me down the slippery slope to fatties. . .
You see, I like big butts (and I cannot lie, you other brothers can't deny. . . but I digress.) But a teeny little chick with a big, fat ass looks off-balance and out of proportion. So you've got to add a little buddha-belly to offset the butt (but not so big that it hangs to her knees), or she'll be constantly falling on it. So now, you've got a skinny little chick with a big butt and a buddha belly. . . She looks kinda funny with those pipe-stem arms and legs, yes? Okay, let's beef those up some, and while we're at it, let's give her some bigger tits. (You did know that tits are mostly fat tissue, right?) What do we end up with? A chick that looks like that one, ↑ up there. . . who looks a bit like my girlfriend. In fact, she looks exactly like my girlfriend, since that is my girlfriend. (And yes, you are seeing double- we don't call it "photochop" for nothing.)Now class, referring to the image above, what do we see? Well, the most obvious is the fat ass, which leads us to our first conclusion: Boy, does my ol' lady have a fat ass! I know it, she knows it, and there's no use being coy about it: I love her big, fat ass and I let her know it. . . in those terms. . . at least twice a day. It helps cut through the usual bullshit: For instance, if she asks me something like "Does this dress/skirt/pair of pants make my ass look fat?", I can truthfully answer "Yes" and she takes it as the compliment intended, (and I get laid.) Now, if you'll look slightly above the ass, you'll see something you probably weren't expecting on a fat chick: A waist. Well, whaddaya know! Fat chicks got waists! Which leads to another nugget of truth: If a chick has a shape, a chick has a shape. Overall width is secondary, and extra poundage will often accentuate an hourglass figure.
I imagine, if you've read this far, most of you don't get it. You've got years of programming to overcome, and that kind of thing ain't easy. But ponder this: Chances are, statistically speaking, very few of us are going to date or marry a size 2 fashion model (ick!), since the average is size 12 (Google it yourself if you don't believe me- some sources say 14!) (For reference purposes, my gal above is 16-18, depending on the brand.) And the average is going up: In 1950, it was 8. . . at this rate, the average by 2060 will be 16-20. (I'm just ahead of my time, see?) So, chances are you're going to have to fuck a fatty, or join a monastery. . . Pie Jesu Domine, dona eis requiem (WHACK!). . .
edit What did the drummer get on his music exam?
How can you tell when the singer's at the door?
- He never has the key, and he always comes in at the wrong time.
How can you tell when the guitarist's at the door?
- The seventeen minute doorbell solo.
How do you make the bassist turn down?
- Put sheet music in front of him.