Kamisama

I would avoid it like extensively drug-resistant tuberculosis.

Yes, that's the idea: From Point A to Poinsettia.

Your turn.

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ClancyBoy

Ok my turn!

Wait what?

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"Mother Hitton's Littul Kittons wait for you down there. Little pets they are, little little little pets. Cute little things, they say. Don't you believe it. No man ever saw them and walked away alive. You won't either. That's the final dash, flash. That's the utter clobber, cobber." --Cordwainer Smith, Norstrillia.

lin

This is a cliche. This is a cliche on drugs.

zeplin10

She was a cute kid, which is not easy to pull off if your old lady is an old goat, and your old man took a header off the tuna boat when you were just knee-high to a grasshopper, and became one with nature. So she left school in the spring and thumbed it to L.A. where, she was 110 percent certain, her B+ perky tits and three-pack ass would help her make it in the movies.

speakerphone2

Let's trip the light fantastic.

Drugs? Cliches?

lin

Okay, what drug was that cliche on?

speakerphone2

Crack, perhaps. You decide which kind.

zeplin10

Drugs? Cliches? Well, like, yeahhhh? And then she says to me, like, what drug was that cliche on? And I'm, like, well, duh ... baste the turkey, Thelma Louise. And then she's, like, well, you pick which one. And I'm, like, okay, cool. I'll have a dozen of the blue ones. And twenty of the ones that have the decal stamp of Big Bird with pinwheel eyes. And she's, like, rolling her eyeballs round and round, looking for a cute reply. That's when I slide her stash into my Wiffle lunch box and, like, lay a yard of rubber with my high-tops.


[Seriously, peeps -- you're alive and typing, somewhere in the English speaking world, in the year 2007, where every nook and cranny of life is defined, in some way, by one over-medicated cliche bouncing off another, and you're standing around the edges of this forum like fish not sure that they can swim. Water? Is that water? I don't know ...]