This isn't prose, I swear. It's supposed to be rythmic.
Don't bother me, I'm busy.
I'm translating a paper. It's in english...
but I'm translating it to English.
Translating from english, to english.
The medical term is Plagiarism.
I made a carbon copy, except I took out the "r" and "p" and switched the letters around. It's coy bacon.
It's a cloning machine, really, without all the hardware.
Or all the software. It's just a Word document
About the purple-backed gorilla... bird...
Fish...-asaurus.
It's a riveting read, I assure you.
From a reliable source. I think it's pronounced We Key Pedia. Or Wickey Pedia
It's the awesomest thing, straight out of the gates of Hell.
I added some trivia to the article. It can breathe fire now.
It's so awesome, I'm surprised nobody made a pokemon out of it yet.
You know, like you're walking on the sidewalk of Victory Road
When suddenly, a wild purple-backed gorilla bird fish-asaurus appears!
You'd need to approach it strategically. Go Squirtle!
Man, I should study more...
Friday, May 18, 2012
Thursday, February 16, 2012
The Argonian
Bet you can't find what this is based on!
They call Rutherford The Lizard. It irks us both, and I’m human. He literally is, but we’re all similar. This Argonian knows not our social norms.
“Water?” He asks.
The bartender complies with a glare. He’s used to this, but Rutherford’s native blood has taught him to be hostile. His black scaly fist clenched tightly.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Rival's Perverse
This one is exclusive to the hardcore 90's kids. Otherwise, you won't get it.
My neighbor calls me LOSER.
Gramps does it more
Gramps said he was better than me,
but oh, not anymore.
We go our separate ways
We're off to be the best
And even though I hate him,
It's Gramps I must impress.
I go with my companions
and climb right to the top.
Did he really have to come
to make all my dreams stop?
Gramps says he loves him more
that's when I start to choke
Cause he will never understand
The life of Gary Oak.
Yup. that just happened. A poem about your Rival in Pokemon. Somebody give me a Pulitzer Prize, please!
My neighbor calls me LOSER.
Gramps does it more
Gramps said he was better than me,
but oh, not anymore.
We go our separate ways
We're off to be the best
And even though I hate him,
It's Gramps I must impress.
I go with my companions
and climb right to the top.
Did he really have to come
to make all my dreams stop?
Gramps says he loves him more
that's when I start to choke
Cause he will never understand
The life of Gary Oak.
Yup. that just happened. A poem about your Rival in Pokemon. Somebody give me a Pulitzer Prize, please!
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