Discussion in 'The Whiners' started by FemmeFatale, Jan 10, 2005.
Krystin is livid with a fiery passionate anger.
There's no more popsicles. Fuck.
I want a popsicle.
Narrator: As the anger abated, a deep, stunned depressiion took it's place.
Krystin had heard of these things happening to other people--people in third world counties or shipwreck survivors trapped on desert islands--but she had never expected a misfortune of this magnitude to erupt within her own existence....
That is such bullshit. :$
oh my fucking god is this not the end of the world?
You just reminded me of Slater.
Tell me 'bout it girlfriend.
I don't like popsicles.
No... I'm the Govena.
I'll have to put that into an entirely new context.
"Why, I do concur Govena. Such an outrageous turn of misfortuuune."
16:3 And Lo! As I watched a third angel went forth before the frig of the allmighty and openning the door didth proclaim, "OF POPSICLES ARE THERE LEFT NONE, FOR LO MANKIND HAS SQUANDERED ALL FROZEN TREATS THAT THE LORD HATH PROVIDED, AND THUS DOE'S HIS JUDGMENT FALL UPON ALL OF MANKIND...
--Revelations of st Anchovie of Pesto
my fucking god... DAMN IT!!!!
All frozen treats?
ALL THE FUCKING FROZEN TREATS?!!
Oh, all is not well with the world. All is not well, indeed.
I feel dumb
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