[gimlet]

Originally Posted by Dr Thrumpkinz ↗

-the noise, everyone yelling and exploding, so stinkily.

Oh Dr. Thrumpkinz, you nailed it (war). I've never been there (war) but I did attend public school in the 1970's and it was just as you described (everyone yelling, cranky and exploding, so stinkily).

BTW, what kind of Dr. are you?

[kellyhound]

They arrested the guy using the shovel. He gave a short statement to the press gathered by the police station.

[Sugar³]

Originally Posted by itchypussy ↗

do peope actually understand this absolute shite your churning out repeatedly, you have passed the amusing stage with most people now and entered into the rediculous waste of fucking time stage, have another spliff !

Damn straight man! It's well into the ridiculous stage. When will this absurdity all just end? I need to become more in tune the individual moods of each and every DR member--layers of pie charts, sophisticated Crankiness meters with steam shooting out of them, and three ring binders getting caught in my beard. I often wonder if there might be something I could invent to help me stay on track with how you're feeling, while still maintaining a moderate 12-15% humour index rating--like a keyboard that could give me a mild electrical shock while I type. You, and everyone else would need to have their serotonin levels closely monitored (simple sensor implants, or DR helmets would suffice) as well as up to date pupillary activity reports. I'm sure Chris would pitch in for all of this too. But just think of it, the amount voltage passed into my fingers would be determined by how you feel about a certain word, or letter even at any given time from anywhere to anywhere.
Other times, I think about what it would be like if a seagull flew into my bedroom through an open window while I was sleeping. Would it need snacks? Should I leave some snacks out for it preemptively? What kind? Trouble only ever arises while trying to figure out which of the innumerable projects to focus on.

[Sugar³]

Originally Posted by gimlet ↗

BTW, what kind of Dr. are you?

Mythical Veterinary Psychiatry. Unicorns, Dandelions, Jabberwockies, Deer Ticks, etc. I just recently became aquatinted with a Chubbicabra!

[Necrotic Bowel]

I hope the guy with the camera gets dick cancer.

[Trunkzdbz]

Ding dong!

[Sugar³]

Originally Posted by gimlet ↗

Oh Dr. Thrumpkinz, BTW, what kind of Dr. are you?

Originally Posted by Dr Thrumpkinz ↗

Mythical Veterinary Psychiatry. Unicorns, Dandelions, Jabberwockies, Deer Ticks, etc. I just recently became aquatinted with a Chubbicabra!

But just between you and I, my whole practice is all just a ploy to lure in unsuspecting, and vulnerable Unicorns.
I like to use a Mortar & Pestle to break the the horn up into smaller pieces, and then transfer the chips into a pepper grinder. But what began as an exquisite topping every now and again, eventually became a side dish, which quickly became the main course, which...etc. Now my imaginary nurse and I leave marks on each other hot-railing Corn Horn off our backs, and poking each other with raw Horn in super markets! We're quite addicted.

[gimlet]

Originally Posted by Dr Thrumpkinz ↗

But just between you and I, my whole practice is all just a ploy to lure in unsuspecting, and vulnerable Unicorns.
I like to use a Mortar & Pestle to break the the horn up into smaller pieces, and then transfer the chips into a pepper grinder. But what began as an exquisite topping every now and again, eventually became a side dish, which quickly became the main course, which...etc. Now my imaginary nurse and I leave marks on each other hot-railing Corn Horn off our backs, and poking each other with raw Horn in super markets! We're quite addicted.

Did you ever treat Puff the Magic Dragon? I heard Puff began to Huff, mostly model glue, resulting in psychosis and renal failure.

[Sugar³]

Originally Posted by gimlet ↗

Did you ever treat Puff the Magic Dragon? I heard Puff began to Huff, mostly model glue, resulting in psychosis and renal failure.

Oh sure, I know Puff well. Who do you think got him off the glue?
It took some convincing, but after I explained to him, using his own paper bags as visual aids, how the sticky inside walls probably looked just like his lungs, he was sold. The following day I explained further at the hardware store.
"All you were really after was the solvent anyways!"
"Hmm." he agreed, but still unsure.
"You know? The evaporating, or drying agent that all these huffables are laden with." I continued.
"Nobody needs to waterproof, or build model anythings inside there lungs!"
My timing was impeccable, as I could tell that Puff knew right then, as we approached the solvent section of the second to last isle, exactly where I was going with all of this.
"Toluene and/or Xylene--the cornerstones of any and all lungworthy endeavours!" I announced.
Puff reached out to clench one 3.78 Litre childproof tin of each in his claws.

[fast-ed]

I enjoy your sick minds people. Keep up the good work