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IMMORTAL WORDS OF WISDOM FROM RAOCOW
Sep. 29th, 2007 06:45 pmCloudscapes, do not give up your dreams and follies, because we would not be as quite human if we were perfect like little snowflakes.
YOU FRIGGIN HORSE
Panicking is what being a man's all about.
You wish you could kill ghosts with silk. That's the American dream.
(To the ghosts:) You friggin spheres - beachballs! That's right, I just treated you beachballs, because that's what you friggin are!
Don't pull your tongue out at strangers! That's rude and unsightly!
Everyone has Football Charlies in their intestines, that's a medicinal fact. ("Intestines" rhymes with "lines," "medicinal" is "medicine-al.")
There's probably something good in there, so I'm not gonna get it. That's how raocow works.
Pipes aren't reliable floors. Remember that next time you're reconstructing your house for some reason.
STOP DYING! GOD!
Tacos were invented during Jesus Christ's reign over Mesopotamia.
HITTING THINGS AT RANDOM, HOPING FOR THE BEST
CHIPMUNK TIEM
Oh, curses, Santa Claus! Why must you poison our life so?
The Milky Cheese of the Moon - it sounds like a totally awesome metal song, but it's not.
Fungus McCloud was the one who originally discovered Newfoundland, but when we were about to give him his medal he kind of declined. He was a really really humble guy. A smart guy. He was a good pool player too. I had a lot of fun with him back in the 1700s, from whence I came. You know, you remember, I said that before - I kind of got lost in time there, and suddenly BAM, here I am in two thousand and something and playing video games.
With the power of imagination, you can do anything. You can be a rainbow. You can be a clown. You can kill a thousand sheep and not be mortally repressed.
Go eat a friggin' cow.
That's an important part of a complete breakfast, like cheerios, and canned desert things.
We are back in the great nature state and the astral thingies are having their revenge.
Ever higher! One day we might run out of oxygen, but Luigi doesn't care - that's his special ability. He grew a third lung somewhere between his ribcages and it gives him the ability to breathe in space apparently. It's hardish to prove whether or not having an extra lung makes you breathe in space better, because for some reason scientists are kind of wary about trying that out. Tsch, chickens.
YOU FRIGGIN HORSE
Panicking is what being a man's all about.
You wish you could kill ghosts with silk. That's the American dream.
(To the ghosts:) You friggin spheres - beachballs! That's right, I just treated you beachballs, because that's what you friggin are!
Don't pull your tongue out at strangers! That's rude and unsightly!
Everyone has Football Charlies in their intestines, that's a medicinal fact. ("Intestines" rhymes with "lines," "medicinal" is "medicine-al.")
There's probably something good in there, so I'm not gonna get it. That's how raocow works.
Pipes aren't reliable floors. Remember that next time you're reconstructing your house for some reason.
STOP DYING! GOD!
Tacos were invented during Jesus Christ's reign over Mesopotamia.
HITTING THINGS AT RANDOM, HOPING FOR THE BEST
CHIPMUNK TIEM
Oh, curses, Santa Claus! Why must you poison our life so?
The Milky Cheese of the Moon - it sounds like a totally awesome metal song, but it's not.
Fungus McCloud was the one who originally discovered Newfoundland, but when we were about to give him his medal he kind of declined. He was a really really humble guy. A smart guy. He was a good pool player too. I had a lot of fun with him back in the 1700s, from whence I came. You know, you remember, I said that before - I kind of got lost in time there, and suddenly BAM, here I am in two thousand and something and playing video games.
With the power of imagination, you can do anything. You can be a rainbow. You can be a clown. You can kill a thousand sheep and not be mortally repressed.
Go eat a friggin' cow.
That's an important part of a complete breakfast, like cheerios, and canned desert things.
We are back in the great nature state and the astral thingies are having their revenge.
Ever higher! One day we might run out of oxygen, but Luigi doesn't care - that's his special ability. He grew a third lung somewhere between his ribcages and it gives him the ability to breathe in space apparently. It's hardish to prove whether or not having an extra lung makes you breathe in space better, because for some reason scientists are kind of wary about trying that out. Tsch, chickens.
