The closest I can think of right now is work related, as a clever zing for someone who asks "how long will the one-hour photos take?"
"They'll take 3600 seconds."
Actually got to use that the other day . . . beyond that, I keep thinking of excuses to tell people to "go fuck [themselves]". Tends to be funny, but we all know I'll never actually do it.
And this is where your oldest and bestest friend, Flint, writes you a poem. *ahem* And now, for Molly, the Ginger Rogers to my Fred Astaire, I write this poem, entitled...
"Sweet Vermillion"
The aisles in the market were as empty as my soul,
As I read the list written in my hand,
Band-Aids, Crisco, Pepsi, Borden, Sweet Vermillion,
I pause, as the cold wind tears my heart like daggers,
"What the crap is a Sweet Vermillion" I say to nobody,
I ask a stubby fat stocker about this mystery in my hand,
He has no clue, and is missing several teeth and an eye,
I get a glimpse of my future, and I know this will not end well,
I go to my wife, waiting patiently for her Sweet Vermillion,
And I tell her about the market's lack of the prize,
She hands me divorce papers, and asks me to leave,
Now all I feel is fear, heartbreak, and Sweet Vermillion
Madman With a Box (Otaku Eternal) | Posted 08/23/09 | Reply
Not sure if I've ever done that, but sometimes I hear a word and get stuck on it, going over and over it again and realizing how weird it actually sounds, but we take it for granted because we use it all the time. ^^
SomeGuy
Canadian Liaison (Team) | Posted 08/23/09 | Reply
The closest I can think of right now is work related, as a clever zing for someone who asks "how long will the one-hour photos take?"
"They'll take 3600 seconds."
Actually got to use that the other day . . . beyond that, I keep thinking of excuses to tell people to "go fuck [themselves]". Tends to be funny, but we all know I'll never actually do it.
Mimmi
Otaku Eternal | Posted 08/23/09 | Reply
*cliiiiiings* We are one mind in two bodies, Molls :3
Flint
Senior Otaku | Posted 08/23/09 | Reply
And this is where your oldest and bestest friend, Flint, writes you a poem. *ahem* And now, for Molly, the Ginger Rogers to my Fred Astaire, I write this poem, entitled...
"Sweet Vermillion"
The aisles in the market were as empty as my soul,
As I read the list written in my hand,
Band-Aids, Crisco, Pepsi, Borden, Sweet Vermillion,
I pause, as the cold wind tears my heart like daggers,
"What the crap is a Sweet Vermillion" I say to nobody,
I ask a stubby fat stocker about this mystery in my hand,
He has no clue, and is missing several teeth and an eye,
I get a glimpse of my future, and I know this will not end well,
I go to my wife, waiting patiently for her Sweet Vermillion,
And I tell her about the market's lack of the prize,
She hands me divorce papers, and asks me to leave,
Now all I feel is fear, heartbreak, and Sweet Vermillion
...How's that? I'm like Maya Angelou!
TimeChaser
Madman With a Box (Otaku Eternal) | Posted 08/23/09 | Reply
Not sure if I've ever done that, but sometimes I hear a word and get stuck on it, going over and over it again and realizing how weird it actually sounds, but we take it for granted because we use it all the time. ^^
Bazinga!