yep

Blanch! You fool! To hell with plan A, initiate plan 2. The alphabet now begins with M. You cannot fail! You cannot fail! The alliance is with you, or not, I don't care.

Canapples flourish in the YES! Nevertheless, I am missing, sometimes, but, and, without notice nothing happens. *flogs back with old boots*
plop, plop, fizz, fizz...oops, that's not alka seltzer.

..as the gazells wander in the endlessness of such a chocolate island getaway

*sneeze*
Man, if I could only see the butter, I could make more sense of cally sap doodle time. Does anyone catch my meaning? Can I not slap myself in the jaw without being called a can of beans?

well i went to school and my friend was like hey wwassup so i was like hey man hows it goin

keep it in the yup thread

*Slaps Benk in Jaw* you can of beans, when will you ever learn to stop thinking about cally sap doodle time, there are serious problem at hand. The gazells are stealing our chocolate!

my purple polka dotted polar bear is named mr. hanky-panky and is only allowed to eat cole-slaw

Originally Posted by: elklandercckeep it in the yup thread

what / ??

I had to do it. But how could I expect them to understand? All they ever want is more answers and when the answers don't make sense they start with that suspicious attitude. The good cop bad cop method. It's times like that that I feel as though a pen firmly gripped in my hand and embedded in my leg to allow even the slightes pressure to vent might then make my life better. Though pens are not permitted. At least I'm not permitted to have them. They don't let me do much of anything here. They just ask me the same questions over and over. Why they bother is quite beyond me, my answers are always the same, but they never investigate my side of it. They'd just as soon sit and tell me I'm wrong with that false "I understand" look on their face. No, it's not real. They're not real. They scrutinize me on such a regular basis and they expect something new of me? Never again would they tell me of the borders of reality. I've seen what they cannot comprehend. And God, he hears my plea all the time, yet I am still here. Why I have not been granted what I've given others eludes me. Because of his creation and their "humane" morals. "He doesn't know what he's saying" they claim, but I assure you I am quite sane. I understood why I chose my actions. There was no other way. If I didn't make my move first then they would've taken me out. And these people that now stand before me, telling me that I am in the wrong? They are conspiring against me as well. They know I speak the truth. I've seen their signals. The one on the left coughs as a signal to the other implying "we need to take this guy out". Well, that certainly isn't going to happen. Not on my watch. I must remove them before they give me my jacket back. Before feeding time for they would have the easiest time poisening me. No. I can't rush into this. I need a plan. The others would know who to be looking for. I'd have to alter myself. So, take them out, slice off some skin, part of my nose, maybe a finger or two, and one less ear than before then I should be able to just walk right out the door.

[font=trebuchet ms]hmm...

I think my "rats in the walls" post finally got topped...[/font]

Originally Posted by: XChris557what / ??

you started a thread saying that, i guess pony moved it in here for us.

As you can see here, another one.

Cryptic, you do whatever you have to do to get out of there. Don't let them pin all that on you!
Now, having said that, are the voices still speaking to you?

Originally Posted by: benk1277Cryptic, you do whatever you have to do to get out of there. Don't let them pin all that on you!
Now, having said that, are the voices still speaking to you?

I do not hear voices. The voices hear me.

That's right, the voices must hear you. They must listen and take notes. You must quiz them. You have to make sure they understand what it is you're telling them. That is how the voices win, see. You can talk all day, but you must make them comprehend. That is why I'm called a can of beans. It all sank without notice. Don't eat the candles.

And now a haiku I wrote for my friend Larry:

Doper
by Lee Warner


Larry grabs his bowl.
Careful! Long hair has been burnt.
Burnt hippy hair. Ewwwwwww.

Very touching Mr. Warner.

And now a haiku I wrote for Mr. Lee Warner:

Ninja Turtle Shirt.
Rough ragged frayed edge with holes,
give me some soup, please.

Originally Posted by: a birdchirp chirp chirp

:D yeah, I quoted a bird, whatcha gonna do about it?

Equally touching Mr. McJollyson.