The Random Thread of Randomness
#1111
Posted 12 July 2005 - 06:06 PM
Voices heard in fields of green
Their joy their calm and luxury
Are lost within the wanderings of my mind
I'm cutting branches from the trees
Shaped by years of memories
To exorcise their ghosts from inside of me
The sound of waves in a pool of water
I'm drowning in my nostalgia
The sound of waves in a pool of water
I'm drowning in my nostalgia
#1112
Posted 12 July 2005 - 06:10 PM
#1113
Posted 12 July 2005 - 06:12 PM
#1114
Posted 12 July 2005 - 06:14 PM
Nothing ever happens twice...
#1115
Posted 12 July 2005 - 06:33 PM
#1116
Posted 12 July 2005 - 08:18 PM
Bender: " Yeah, I got a question... Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe? "
Vernon: " I'll give you the answer to that question Mr. Bender, next Saturday!! Don't mess with the bull, young man. You'll get the horns! "
-The Breakfast Club
#1117
Posted 12 July 2005 - 11:02 PM
#1118
Posted 13 July 2005 - 07:13 PM
Seriously.
#1119
Posted 13 July 2005 - 07:33 PM
#1120
Posted 13 July 2005 - 08:08 PM
I was thinking of renaming myself as some random guy, but I forgot the name now. Damn.
Until then, here's a nice picture of a Colt Peacemaker.
#1121
Posted 13 July 2005 - 08:11 PM
#1122
Posted 13 July 2005 - 08:31 PM
The door slowly creaks open, the hinges obviously haven't been oiled in a while. From the living room, STEVE views this, squints his eyes. From his point of view, the doorway is empty.
With a sense of realisation of the occasional draft on his broken door, he steps forward, to close it with the bolt lock.
Suddenly, a SHAPE blurs past the door as a loud bang is heard. This happens so fast that Steve has a look of complete horror on his face. He falls back onto the glass coffee table, shattering it.
The shape reappears at the doorway, this time taking a much slower-paced route towards Steve. He seemed to relish every moment of his graceful approach - spinning a Single Action Army service revolver on his right hand, like some kind of virtuoso.
At the sight of this, Steve looks down at his chest. The bullet has penetrated symmetrical to his heart's position. Obviously this man is an excellent shot - he could have killed him, but must have needed him alive.
The assassin reaches Steve's quivering body, still spinning his firearm. His movements stop, but the arm still rotates the revolver. With Steve his audience, the performance is heightened with a juggle to his left hand, and from there, back into his holster on his left hip.
STEVE
Who are you?
ASSASSIN
(smiles) You'll know soon enough...
#1123
Posted 13 July 2005 - 08:33 PM
#1124
Posted 13 July 2005 - 08:58 PM
#1125
Posted 13 July 2005 - 09:24 PM
#1126
Posted 13 July 2005 - 10:02 PM
#1127
Posted 13 July 2005 - 11:02 PM
#1128
Posted 14 July 2005 - 04:19 PM
#1129
Posted 14 July 2005 - 07:48 PM
#1130
Posted 16 July 2005 - 01:13 AM
You should always stand up to what scares you, unless of course your fear is standing up to what scares you. In that case, it is perfectly acceptable to soil yourself and run off screaming like a girl.
Irony is asking a person with a fear of speaking in public to teach a speech class.
Why is it you can be taken away by the police for attempiting suicide but just flat out killing yourself is perfectly alright? (I came up with an answer for this in high school but it's a little too tasteless for the site)
Why is the phrase "running aroumd like a chicken with it's head cut off" used when someone is making a lot of noise while running around?
Proof that one should always put some thought into their ideals before expressing them: After the Revolutionary War there was a political group known as the Know Nothings. A radical group, they maintained their anonymity by claiming to know nothing about the Know Nothings whenever questioned about them. How they planned on getting their point across without anyone knowing about it is beyond me, but I'm sure if one were to ask them that question they'd say "I don't know."
#1131
Posted 16 July 2005 - 01:31 AM
#1132
Posted 16 July 2005 - 05:38 PM
I have no idea if this site exists or what is on it. It is completely random.
View at your own risk.
#1133
Posted 17 July 2005 - 08:06 PM
#1134
Posted 19 July 2005 - 06:23 PM
Maddie: A mole on his nose?
David: A mole on his nose.
Guard: What kind of clothes?
David: What kind of clothes do you suppose?
Guard: What kind of clothes do you suppose would be worn by a man with a mole on his nose, who knows?
David: Did I happen to mention, did I bother to disclose, this man that we're seeking with a mole on his nose? I'm not sure of his clothes, or anything else... Except he's Chinese, a big clue by itself.
Maddie: How do you do that?
David: Gotta read alot of Dr. Suess.
Guard: I'm sorry to say, I'm sad to report. I haven't seen anyone at all of that sort. Not a man who's Chinese with a mole on his nose, with some kind of clothes that you can't suppose. So get away from this door and get out of this place, or I'll have to hurt you, put my foot in your face.
David: Oh.
Maddie: Time to go.
David: Time to go.
-Moonlighting
#1135
Posted 19 July 2005 - 08:55 PM
Crane?
NO, SCARECROW!!!
#1136
Posted 01 August 2005 - 08:42 PM
#1137
Posted 01 August 2005 - 09:33 PM
#1138
Posted 01 August 2005 - 09:34 PM
#1139
Posted 01 August 2005 - 09:42 PM
Makes me feel sad for the rest
Nobody does it half as good as you
Baby, you're the best
I wasn't lookin' but somehow you found me
It tried to hide from your love light
But like heaven above me
The spy who loved me
Is keepin' all my secrets safe tonight
And nobody does it better
Though sometimes I wish someone could
Nobody does it quite the way you do
Why'd you have to be so good?
The way that you hold me
Whenever you hold me
There's some kind of magic inside you
That keeps me from runnin'
But just keep it comin'
How'd you learn to do the things you do?
Oh, and nobody does it better
Makes me feel sad for the rest
Nobody does it half as good as you
Baby, baby, darlin', you're the best
Baby you're the best
Darlin', you're the best
Baby you're the best
#1140
Posted 01 August 2005 - 09:49 PM
Lettuce in bread
Is missing for me
Cheese to cheese
Nothing else here
Just bread and cheese
Not what I wanna eat
I've hardly known
The lettuce that's inside
I'll never forget
The way you taste tonight
Never will forget
The lettuce in cheese
Written: October 18, 2004