I think ME mentioned this, but do you ever notice when people try to mimic you they are a little "off"?
I knew a woman who thought i had messy hair. She tried to be my clone. She went out with me with a giant "knot" in the back of her hair.
I. was thinking... "that is so bizarro."
"I am lying" makes me think of her.
The Bizarro approach to the whole problem doesn't help our bizarro situation, in which our bizarro circumstances have left us with a bizarro conundrum.
Do we bizarro continue the bizarro nonsense, or do we bizarro lay a warm dinosaur egg?
I need a beer for bizarro's sake.
Peanut butter anyone?
There you are my vile Venator slash evil twin brother.
Might I be the jelly to jam with your peanut butter. Shall I make a sandwich out of you.
Sorry I tried to imitate you but my hair is a bit off.
Can you straighten out my head? or turn me to the dark side
Before I turn you to the light. and yes ill take a light beer. And save the dark for you dear
Holy Fucking Shit (pardon my french).
My first ever mocking puppet on the forum.
The wondrous joys we will experience together and the life's we will destroy with our ultra-disinhibiting approach to the virtuality of the marasmic existence of all the forlorn souls out here.
Let the adventure begin then.
I'll be your sandwich with all the jelly and jam you want to stuff into my peanut butter.
As to turning you to the dark side, all I can say is:
"Good, good, feel the anger".
Unfortunately I can't untwist your head. It seems to be too entangle with my privates.
We should definitely head out to the closest pub and weird out all the patrons to the point, where they puke out their intestines, shit out their colons, implode their eyes, stick their tongues through their nostrils (That one is a bit tricky) and make weird, pitching noises with their ears.
At last, the Universe is ours.
P.S.
That hair style has been turning me on since about the age of four.
Long live SofS, and all who refuse to pay tribute to this delightful divinity shall be immediately carbonized.
You spoil me with your flattery my dear.
Some fools might think we are the same person (after all there is an element of yin in the Yang and vice versa).
I think our incomprehensibly incestuous relationship should be well capable of destroying all that is good and evil.
Only reality shall prevail.
Thy wish is my command.
A whole fleet of star destroyers is heading the way of your oral cavity.
Oh, no.
It's a trap.
The whole rebel fleet was hiding underneath your gums.
No matter, my Imperial forces shall demonstrate their prowess in getting rid of the rebel cum (I meant scum, scum damn it).