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Pitch me the storyline!
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I see brinkpeople.
Fuzz, you and I are about to go to the Tina concert, only you die of excitement before we leave. We don't want to disappoint Tina, so we reanimate you with puppetry. Tina's concert is a success, but it takes heavy paddling underneath the surface to trick Tina into thinking she has an actual, live non-French fan.
Columbo
Never again
Fuzz, you and I are about to go to the Tina concert, only you die of excitement before we leave. We don't want to disappoint Tina, so we reanimate you with puppetry. Tina's concert is a success, but it takes heavy paddling underneath the surface to trick Tina into thinking she has an actual, live non-French fan.
interesting idea.
any more?
Fuzz
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Even dead I am still showing contempt for Andrew McCarthy.Fuzz, you and I are about to go to the Tina concert, only you die of excitement before we leave. We don't want to disappoint Tina, so we reanimate you with puppetry. Tina's concert is a success, but it takes heavy paddling underneath the surface to trick Tina into thinking she has an actual, live non-French fan.
Fuzz
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Reepbot Days.
Its like Happy Days except you are not the "fonz" but the "reeep".
And its not based at Arnold's but at Smorgy's.
And your trademark is not a leather jacket but a skull t shirt.
Instead of fonzies "heeeey" you would have to come up with your own catchphrase.
We assign forum characters and away we go.
Its like Happy Days except you are not the "fonz" but the "reeep".
And its not based at Arnold's but at Smorgy's.
And your trademark is not a leather jacket but a skull t shirt.
Instead of fonzies "heeeey" you would have to come up with your own catchphrase.
We assign forum characters and away we go.
Fuzz
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Whats a couple of your fave Louis Witty?
I like the old school weird weekends when he was more of a smartarse.
Smash up Derby. Acting one. Swingers.
And although one of the weaker eps, this will never leave my laughbank.
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i want a leather jacket.
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oh ok. i never thought of myself as coooooooooooooool.
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Thank you Madam/Mister Toastmaster
Ladies and gentlemen, I have a secret that I would like to share with you. Something that I have been meaning to share for a long time. I can turn into a chair. I am going to share with you tonight what type of chair I am, and how I managed to turn myself into a chair through sheer sweat-inducing determination.
When I say chair I’m not talking about your ordinary run of the mill chair. Full of plastic and a thousand visits to the chiropractor. Bound to break your body as well as your spirit. Designed to destroy your dreams and shatter your soul. A chair that would be so disgustingly ordinary, so vexingly vomit-inducing, so reprehensibly reductive in both quality and use that you would weep tears of shame if you ever saw it with your own two eyes. Stamping your feet and crying out: ‘AWAY WITH YOU, CHAIR! BEGONE!’ No, when I turn into a chair I become a solid wooden chair with a fancy red leather seat and back. Solid, dependable, and comfortable. I become a chair that even the most ardent sceptical critic could appreciate. A chair that you could photograph and share on Facebook to the three people who bother to look at your “funny” cat pictures. A chair in which you could sit on and feel like you were floating through space. However, I am getting ahead of myself here. Before I tell you more about my special ability, let me first talk about how I discovered my chair turning abilities.
It all started a few years ago. I was browsing in the library. Trying to find something to feed my mind. A book, any book to feast upon my starving self. Glancing into worlds and dodging footsteps I came across this strange new book in the non-fiction section. The musty smell of the well-worn pages danced upon my nostrils as I picked it up with my hungry hands. It was titled: How to turn into a chair. With furrowed brows and hardened eyes I proceeded to have a look through the book. What I found was astonishing. I had never realised before that moment how much I wanted to be a chair. Over the next few days I read How to turn into a chair so many times I was seeing the words in my sleep. Printed on my eyeballs. Slowly but surely I started to understand what I had to do to become a chair. The hours of practice that I had to put in to even START turning into a chair. I knew I could do it. All I had to do, from what I read and understood from the book, was to think myself as a chair, as well as completing five straight minutes of humming and knee slapping. I’ll give you a quick example of what I mean: (Do demonstration of humming and knee slapping for a few seconds). Clearly this was going to take a lot of time to prefect.
I continued to practice turning into a chair during the next few months. Any opportunity for me to begin my humming and knee slapping I took. At home in the privacy of my bedroom; out at my local park where the magpies and crows flew across the sun drenched sky; and in the middle of shopping centre carparks. At first I was getting nowhere. Not even a splinter. Hope was draining from me. I wondered to myself, during the moon-less nights and empty days, if I was wasting my time. If I should just pack it in and start playing the piano. Pounding the keyboards to cobwebbed aisles and random coughs. A ghost drifting in the wind. I knew that I could not do that. I could not torture my heart. For I knew that it was my destiny for me to become a chair. With renewed strength I continued my practice. Many more months came and went like flimsy New Year’s resolutions. Slowly I was starting to see some improvements. One balmy Sunday afternoon I managed to turn my legs into a couple of wooden legs for a split second. However it was on a cloudy Tuesday morning that it finally happened. I was humming and knee slapping away. Trying very hard to think of chairs. Then without warning I found myself becoming a chair! A proper wooden chair! It was only for ten seconds, however it was long enough for me. Finally I had achieved my goal. Nothing was going to stop me.
That is how, through a musty book and unlimited practice, I managed to become a chair. I hope this inspires you to one day turn into a chair….or a turnip if you wish.
Thank you Madam/Mister Toastmaster
Ladies and gentlemen, I have a secret that I would like to share with you. Something that I have been meaning to share for a long time. I can turn into a chair. I am going to share with you tonight what type of chair I am, and how I managed to turn myself into a chair through sheer sweat-inducing determination.
When I say chair I’m not talking about your ordinary run of the mill chair. Full of plastic and a thousand visits to the chiropractor. Bound to break your body as well as your spirit. Designed to destroy your dreams and shatter your soul. A chair that would be so disgustingly ordinary, so vexingly vomit-inducing, so reprehensibly reductive in both quality and use that you would weep tears of shame if you ever saw it with your own two eyes. Stamping your feet and crying out: ‘AWAY WITH YOU, CHAIR! BEGONE!’ No, when I turn into a chair I become a solid wooden chair with a fancy red leather seat and back. Solid, dependable, and comfortable. I become a chair that even the most ardent sceptical critic could appreciate. A chair that you could photograph and share on Facebook to the three people who bother to look at your “funny” cat pictures. A chair in which you could sit on and feel like you were floating through space. However, I am getting ahead of myself here. Before I tell you more about my special ability, let me first talk about how I discovered my chair turning abilities.
It all started a few years ago. I was browsing in the library. Trying to find something to feed my mind. A book, any book to feast upon my starving self. Glancing into worlds and dodging footsteps I came across this strange new book in the non-fiction section. The musty smell of the well-worn pages danced upon my nostrils as I picked it up with my hungry hands. It was titled: How to turn into a chair. With furrowed brows and hardened eyes I proceeded to have a look through the book. What I found was astonishing. I had never realised before that moment how much I wanted to be a chair. Over the next few days I read How to turn into a chair so many times I was seeing the words in my sleep. Printed on my eyeballs. Slowly but surely I started to understand what I had to do to become a chair. The hours of practice that I had to put in to even START turning into a chair. I knew I could do it. All I had to do, from what I read and understood from the book, was to think myself as a chair, as well as completing five straight minutes of humming and knee slapping. I’ll give you a quick example of what I mean: (Do demonstration of humming and knee slapping for a few seconds). Clearly this was going to take a lot of time to prefect.
I continued to practice turning into a chair during the next few months. Any opportunity for me to begin my humming and knee slapping I took. At home in the privacy of my bedroom; out at my local park where the magpies and crows flew across the sun drenched sky; and in the middle of shopping centre carparks. At first I was getting nowhere. Not even a splinter. Hope was draining from me. I wondered to myself, during the moon-less nights and empty days, if I was wasting my time. If I should just pack it in and start playing the piano. Pounding the keyboards to cobwebbed aisles and random coughs. A ghost drifting in the wind. I knew that I could not do that. I could not torture my heart. For I knew that it was my destiny for me to become a chair. With renewed strength I continued my practice. Many more months came and went like flimsy New Year’s resolutions. Slowly I was starting to see some improvements. One balmy Sunday afternoon I managed to turn my legs into a couple of wooden legs for a split second. However it was on a cloudy Tuesday morning that it finally happened. I was humming and knee slapping away. Trying very hard to think of chairs. Then without warning I found myself becoming a chair! A proper wooden chair! It was only for ten seconds, however it was long enough for me. Finally I had achieved my goal. Nothing was going to stop me.
That is how, through a musty book and unlimited practice, I managed to become a chair. I hope this inspires you to one day turn into a chair….or a turnip if you wish.
Thank you Madam/Mister Toastmaster
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At any moment you are in need of sage guidance, the piglet of wisdom appears by your side. The piglet dispenses advice on a wide range of topics, from emotional well being to fitness and personal finance.
http://www.buzzfeed.com/nathanwpyle/which-animal-based-superpower-should-you-have#.uf6NPWXvG
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Not so much Schnaps this time. Maybe just a butter beer. 29%.
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