John Paul Sartre's Armpit - Stuck Nothingness #3
John Paul Sartre's Armpit - Stuck Nothingness #3
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Maybe it's just me but...well, does Buffoon's ex-wife's heart really merit its own series? (Gen! camus! Dark! KING! Pen! Tin! others!) |
Those Motel 6 bastards lied! Tom Boddett, you're a dead man! |
Ohhhh Let's play a Capper Drinking Game! Let see, You should take a Shot everytime the grab is...oh...I dunno, BLACK! |
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"It is now 5 minutes past the hour. You may caption this image until 11 past the hour. And you will. You will." |
Motel 6. We'll leave the Lysol for ya. (Bye lil_amish!) |
OK, I'm getting an entire caseload of A&W for this drinking game. I know, I'm a wussy underage... |
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Throughout the Ship, you will note a total absence of Bodies. Some "Experts" Suggest that it was undersea Scavengers like our Crab Pinchy..." |
"But we at Mysteries of the Deep have other Theories. After careful Research, we believe the Bodies were Taken by the Deep Ones. |
Well Gen, Through the Metamorphic Processes of Heat and Pressure the Sedimentary Rocks become Slate, then Shale, then Schist ,then Gniess... |
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"Whoa, dude, this is some GNEISS schist!" |
Difference between slate and shale? $2.50. |
"Deep Ones are not to be confused with the simple minded Localanths as noted here. Deep Ones also worship Dagon of the Deep, whilst the Localanths worship Salt |
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Well.... Schist Happens! |
This message brought to you by the Society for the Prevention of Recto-Cranial Inversion. |
Deep Ones like to collect drowned victims to use their bones as ornaments surrounding their undersea lairs, similar to an Octupus gathering shinys for her nest. |
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Do not attempt to adjust your television set. WE control the vertical. WE control the horizontal. WE control your medication level. |
Sure, it's all fun and games when you use the cattle prod and jumper cables, but when you combine them with a coelecanth, well... |
THIS message by the Society for the ENJOYMENT of Recto-Cranial Inversion. |
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<I was bitten by Jacque Cousteau Once.> |
Ok, cappers, grab a light, It's Flashlight Tag time, first one to find Buff's ex first wins! |
After the initial jolt of Electricity, the Coalcanth slips into the safety of the deep, to recover, to warn it's mate, to gather friends, and to Retaliate. |
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I dreamed I was bitten by Jacques Cousteau once, but it turned out to be a renegade coelecanth. (LOL Un!) |
Jacques Cousteau once bit my sister. Or maybe it was a moose. It was very dark. |
You see, Coelecanth's like this one, who we will call Sparky, enjoy a special "Friendship" with Deep Ones like this one. Who we will call Margaret. |
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You see what happens when Sci Fi doesnt pay to get their own channel? |
Coelecanth's point out troublesome species to the Deep Ones, similar to a hunting dog pointing out a duck to his master. The Deep one then swims out... |
We now return to the audience participation version of Edgar Allen Poe's "Premature Burial". (Gotta go. Bye.) |
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are you the keymaster? |
Wow, someone got their Gremlin to go the speed of light! I couldn't even get mine to start! |
Okay, so Jean-Paul Sartre walks into a bar with a coelecanth under his arm, and the bartender says "What'll it be? Nothingness?" |