The Dino-Aspie Ex-Café (for Those 40+... or feeling creaky)

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Lau!

Chuck's on sleep deprivation, and everything is funny at the moment. Whoo hoo! Tomorrow I will look with shame and horror upon all my written drivel. Yeah, my "funny" gyrus was a little low, so I kinda "borrowed" some of yours...not all mind you!

Whatever you say while I'm in this state will be deliriously hilarious, until I flop over asleep, which won't be your fault, so fire away on any subject (PostPaleo) and we'll he what happens!

PS Chuck, I noticed that you copied my picture of "the Non-Huffable Kitten at gunpoint" along with its link... did you notice that it was carrying a link? I keep finding out things while answering my own questions on the WP.net Discussion FAQ.

and now a word from our sponsor:

Lau: "I take dr/smo/sno/do!! Just two a day, and I can't keep up with my ass! Here Nan, try some yourself."

Nan: "Dr/smo/sno/do. eh? Yeah, I think I will! Thanks, Lau!"

Later:

Chuck: "Gosh Lau, what just ran thru the cafe'?"

Lau: "That was Nan's ass Chuck!"



Dr/smo/sno/do. Two a day is all it takes.

ough ( , there i go under the table again)

re-reading wanda's advice

I saw something in the way of words, or symbols of some kind, but did not know that they contained a cryptic message. A link, eh? Went right over my non-computer brain. When I wake up tomorrow, I promise to visit your project and immerse myself in some computer knowledge. Then I'll finally have some. Knowledge.

"Ah-Ha!! ! Too late! I spotted you young lady!" (looks under table) "Now where did she go? There are spiders under there Lemon! You better come out! One is as big as Lupine's hand!"

Hey. Lemon found a table. I wonder where that came from. Chuck's head, no doubt.

Quick, let's all gather round it and chant. We could call it an altar! An altar to gravitatious coffee drinking, with dunking biscuits... and... and... and... candy floss!

...PostPaleo's Quest (continued)

As we left our hero in the last episode, he was looking into the business end of a very menacing moon ray gun. The startle jogged his brain. "Gravity Altar!", he said aloud.

"Eh? Wassat?", asked the moon villager?

"Gravity Altar, I must find the Gravity Alter!", exclaimed PostPaleo, through duct-taped cat mask lips.

The villager cast down his pistol, fell to his knees, and began genuflecting.


(to be continued...)

What "ow"???

No, really, this is like watching one of those children's toys, they call them a "superball" here, that's been tossed in a small closet with great force. They ricochet all the hell over the place, unpredictably and at great speed. Which is what makes them fun. Though they can be hard to track....

PostPaleo could feel a tickle in his mind, as if in some faraway sphere a chant was dancing in his skull. He felt the sudden urge to dunk biscuits in gravitatious coffee... couldn't quite explain it, but, hey, he hadn't had anything to eat or drink in nearly a decade!

He leaned towards the moon villager and said "Excuse me, have you got any sort of cafe' 'round these parts?"

The awe-struck and worshipful villager lead PostPaleo to a cafe alright - an alternative universe inversively backwards 'efac onid dlo!

(to be continued....)

Last edited by Chuck on 08 May 2007, 3:33 pm, edited 1 time in total.

Really. And if you see it, would you please tell it to return home because I'm having a hell of a time being comfortable sitting without it.

As well he should. I tried to say "duct-taped cat mask lips" and it was impossible. The fact that PP could exclaim it would be enough to cause anyone to genuflect! How could one be refractory in the light of such eloquition. The shear pantuberance would be enough to disfullate my conspicuosity.

PS. I believe Nan's gluteus maximus passed by this way... westward? Picking up speed?

....cried Nan suddenly! She fell onto the table clutching her head in her hands. An expression of extreme pain was on her face - she began seizing, then lay still and trance-like.

Her eyes were wide open. Suddenly she began to speak in tongues: "SwampBlossum - git me a muffin will ya?"

"What's she saying?!", said Lau and Chuck, and possibly Lemon (but she was somewhere hidden).

(to be continued....)

Chuck looked suddenly over his left shoulder....why yes it was Nan's ass running by all right!! ! Westward! Picking up speed!! !! What could be the meaning of this strange phenomena?

Chuck looked back to find Lau inexplicably genuflecting at the PostPaleo words emitting from Nan's tranced lips.

"What the...?" thought Chuck.

(to be continued...)

<<<<<< INTERMISSION >>>>>>

Dear oh dear. TRUE popped in earlier, and I failed to say hello. Sorry TRUE, I was doing things and then lost track. Plus more apologies to anyone else I appeared to ignore. Such as Inventor? I don't think I said anything to blessedmom either. Oh bum. Did anyone really notice? I hereby forgive myself.

<<<< END OF INTERMISSION >>>>

Normal lunacy will now recommence.
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I believe I may have found someone who can construct an ass trap for you, Nan. He lives somewhere in the Matrix, but shouldn't be too hard to find. A trail of breadcrumbs and yo-yos is the way to go. I may have a telephone number, but that's not to useful, as it's not his. The door number suffers from the same problem. Something to do with a brick road is in the back of my mind, but it might not be light golderod.