Megaquotepost Bonanza III: Not When I Shift into MAXIMUM OVERQUOTEPOST

That image....... it gives me nightmares

 

Oh . . . this again?

Wonder if we'll make it to 40 pages.

Someone should get me a Dr Pepper.​

 

This is me, contributing to the thread again.

Sforzato, I hope you have fun replying to all of these~

 

Someone's had fun on photoshop xD

 

The past, present and future walk into a bar.

It was tense.



Oh yes, bad joke for the day.

 

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Baby, any jokes you tell are always good~

 

SUPER QUESTION TIME WITH SFORZATO!

First impression?
Now?

 

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ALL OF THE LOVE ASHWIN, ALL OF THE LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE <3

 

Whoaaaa buddy. 40 pages?


You're going to have to book a whole day just for that. Good luck.



It's not like you have no life or anything...

 

40 pages will be a struggle for us but I'm sure we can do it!

 

C'mon guys!

Sforz was hoping for the thread to be dead. Let's prove him wrong!~

 

I flat-out refuse to let this Larry Apple guy win. Little monkey mimics, I say we confiscate his stash of bananas for a week, and cut the tree. No more bananas for chimpanzee Larry, and no more apples on the tree.

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Some days I think I need nothing
more in life than a spoon.
With a spoon I can eat oatmeal
Or take the medicine doctors prescribe
I can swat a fly sleeping on the sill
or pound the table to get attention.
I can point accusingly at God
or stab the empty air repeatedly.
Looking into the spoon’s mirror,
I can study my face in its shiny bowl,
or cover one eye to make half the world
disappear. With a spoon
I can dig a tunnel to freedom
spoonful by spoonful of dirt,
or waste life catching moonlight
and flinging it into the blackest night.

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What the holy **** is going on here?

 

My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still.
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples; I am drowsing off.
I cannot shake the shimmer from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the water-trough,
And held against the world of hoary grass.
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.
Magnified apples appear and reappear,
Stem end and blossom end,
And every fleck of russet showing clear.
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
And I keep hearing from the cellar-bin
That rumbling sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
For I have had too much
Of apple-picking; I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired.
There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall,
For all
That struck the earth,
No matter if not bruised, or spiked with stubble,
Went surely to the cider-apple heap
As of no worth.
One can see what will trouble
This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.
Were he not gone,
The woodchuck could say whether it's like his
Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,
Or just some human sleep.

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A long time ago, when the world was young
Someone put some food on their tong
They tasted the food, and thought it was nice
Most fruit liked it - but banana's thought twice.

They held a meeting at quarter past eight
Whilst the human's were getting home late
They decided they didn't want to be eaten
they said "No way, we're not going to be beaten"

So time went by, and human's got old
Banana's got ready, for their prophets had told
That soon shall come the dawn of war.
Where humans will rule the earth no more.

The humans knew not of the evil banana's plans
They made their cars, guitars and aluminum cans
And the banana's began to take over the east
While humans knew not, and kept having their feast.

But time has run out, no more hiding there can be
Or else the banana's will kill George, you and me
We must take up arms, and fight to the end
Because, believe it or not, a banana is not a friend.

Support the cause!

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CHILDREN, behold the Chimpanzee:
He sits on the ancestral tree
From which we sprang in ages gone.
I'm glad we sprang: had we held on,
We might, for aught that I can say,
Be horrid Chimpanzees to-day.

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In my restless dreams...I see that forum...KH-Vids...you promise you'd take me there again someday...but you never did...well, I'm alone there now...in the Spam Zone...waiting for you...

 

The Sun appeared so smug and bright,
One day, that I made bold
To ask him what he did each night
With all his surplus gold.

He flushed uncomfortably red,
And would not meet my eye.
"I travel round the world," he said,
"And traveling rates are high."

With frigid glance I pierced him through.
He squirmed and changed his tune.
Said he: "I will be frank with you:
I lend it to the Moon.

"Poor think!--You know she's growing old
And hasn't any folk.
She suffers terribly from cold,
And half the time she's broke."

That evening on the beach I lay
Behind a lonely dune,
And as she rose above the bay
I buttonholed the Moon.

"Tell me about that gold," said I.
I saw her features fall.
"You see, it's useless to deny;
The Sun has told me all."

"Sir!" she exclaimed, "how can you try
An honest Moon this way?
As for the gold, I put it by
Against a rainy day."

I smiled and shook my head. "All right,
If you must know," said she,
"I change it into silver bright
Wherewith to tip the Sea.

"He is so faithful and so good,
A most deserving case;
If he should leave, I fear it would
Be hard to fill his place."

When asked if they accepted tips,
The waves became so rough,
I thought of those at sea in ships,
And felt I'd said enough.

For if one virtue I have learned,
'T is tact; so I forbore
To press the matter, though I burned
To ask one question more.

I hate a scene, and do not wish
To be mixed up in gales,
But, oh, I longed to ask the Fish
Whence came their silver scales!

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