Post by Krissy Fleming on Dec 18, 2006 10:00:11 GMT -5
Led on by a succession of boredom and a slight mixture of pixy stix I bring you the brand new official thread of half truths all involving people whom forgot to carry with them their most important resource of them all... their towels and a range of students who all happen to be standing upon podium's and sometimes including a odd asortment of jelly, nuts and toilet paper....
I shall, after dubbing myself to be the official bringer of truth halfs (of which I've shortened to Oboth) begin my long and winding succesion of carrots, lettus, chicken and mayo... no wait.. thats whats in my lunch.. mmm lunch... Getting back to the point.. what I mean is my story shall begin in a galaxy far far away... hold on.. Haven't I heard that somewhere before? Oh never mind... I'll just get on with it shall I?
The first half truth of which I must say is big. Really big. You just won't believe how hugely, mind bogglingly big it is. Infact it is so utterly big that not even the nostril of the giant squid could contain it, that is of course, if squids actually have nostrils. I spied this upon my travels a figure dressed in garments the colour of what I believe you mere humans perhaps call blue... standing upon a podium, at the height of a tower which stretched higher than the height of 20 lobsters. A male it seemed. His towel... forgotten. Going by the name of what my fish translated a bubble gurgle bubble gulp... although my kitten tended to hear it more as dinner. And the dog as walkies. Interestingly enough both the dog and kitten were along almost the correct path to enlightenment and eventually though copuous amounts of calculating it came out as Drew.
Now this Drew it seemed that he was dressed only in toilet paper singing a song about balerina's and butterflys that happened to go something like...
"I wish I was a dancer, a dancer I am true. Dressed up all so pretty in my pink tutu oo oo oooo A butterfly is what I'll be with a flutter flutter you and me"
It also came to a shock surprise when I realised, beyond all logical reasoning that I could see, that he happened to have jelly (jello to those of you whom do not withhold a babel fish and therefore have your translations incorrect
) sitting upon his head, in the perfect shape (although wobbely) of a mongoose.
The second half truth is so complicated that everytime I re-tell it, I contradict myself. You see the person, garbed in yellow happened to be short, very short, so short infact that their green clothing which they were wearing, seemed too big indeed for someone of such short stature.
Evil they looked yet so sweet and small. Much like a painting, grand and tall. Upon a podium they sat as they stood and stared at the wall. "NUTS" they screamed then screamed once more. Then handful's of nuts began to pour. The name, this devil chose to take sounded nothing like the word rake. Instead it made my think of paint, and pens and pencils and a sugar plate. The name, so scary I'll utter scarce.. Arty oh how it shivers me. Those beady eyes from which one cannot flee.
This scary being it worries not for the loss of its towel, But it forgot! Above him hanging by a string was toilet paper, on a ring. And there he on the podium knelt looking absurd in a purple hood, surrounded by toys like fish they seemed, drawn to the one with eyes so keen. And there he remained in statue form, wearing his clothes that seemed so worn. Clucking much to my amuse much like a chicken on the loose. His arms were bent in wing like forms and NUTS he screamed once more once more.
But for this be my final tale for today, but do not wail. From hither now I pave the way for dukes and damsels every day to bring forth a duty to themselves to take their minds back off the shelves and bless upon us many a, half truths that lie, near and far. Go forth! I say! Make today the day! And bring me stories from far away.
I shall, after dubbing myself to be the official bringer of truth halfs (of which I've shortened to Oboth) begin my long and winding succesion of carrots, lettus, chicken and mayo... no wait.. thats whats in my lunch.. mmm lunch... Getting back to the point.. what I mean is my story shall begin in a galaxy far far away... hold on.. Haven't I heard that somewhere before? Oh never mind... I'll just get on with it shall I?
The first half truth of which I must say is big. Really big. You just won't believe how hugely, mind bogglingly big it is. Infact it is so utterly big that not even the nostril of the giant squid could contain it, that is of course, if squids actually have nostrils. I spied this upon my travels a figure dressed in garments the colour of what I believe you mere humans perhaps call blue... standing upon a podium, at the height of a tower which stretched higher than the height of 20 lobsters. A male it seemed. His towel... forgotten. Going by the name of what my fish translated a bubble gurgle bubble gulp... although my kitten tended to hear it more as dinner. And the dog as walkies. Interestingly enough both the dog and kitten were along almost the correct path to enlightenment and eventually though copuous amounts of calculating it came out as Drew.
Now this Drew it seemed that he was dressed only in toilet paper singing a song about balerina's and butterflys that happened to go something like...
"I wish I was a dancer, a dancer I am true. Dressed up all so pretty in my pink tutu oo oo oooo A butterfly is what I'll be with a flutter flutter you and me"
It also came to a shock surprise when I realised, beyond all logical reasoning that I could see, that he happened to have jelly (jello to those of you whom do not withhold a babel fish and therefore have your translations incorrect
) sitting upon his head, in the perfect shape (although wobbely) of a mongoose. The second half truth is so complicated that everytime I re-tell it, I contradict myself. You see the person, garbed in yellow happened to be short, very short, so short infact that their green clothing which they were wearing, seemed too big indeed for someone of such short stature.
Evil they looked yet so sweet and small. Much like a painting, grand and tall. Upon a podium they sat as they stood and stared at the wall. "NUTS" they screamed then screamed once more. Then handful's of nuts began to pour. The name, this devil chose to take sounded nothing like the word rake. Instead it made my think of paint, and pens and pencils and a sugar plate. The name, so scary I'll utter scarce.. Arty oh how it shivers me. Those beady eyes from which one cannot flee.
This scary being it worries not for the loss of its towel, But it forgot! Above him hanging by a string was toilet paper, on a ring. And there he on the podium knelt looking absurd in a purple hood, surrounded by toys like fish they seemed, drawn to the one with eyes so keen. And there he remained in statue form, wearing his clothes that seemed so worn. Clucking much to my amuse much like a chicken on the loose. His arms were bent in wing like forms and NUTS he screamed once more once more.
But for this be my final tale for today, but do not wail. From hither now I pave the way for dukes and damsels every day to bring forth a duty to themselves to take their minds back off the shelves and bless upon us many a, half truths that lie, near and far. Go forth! I say! Make today the day! And bring me stories from far away.
