Post the Most Random Stuff You Can Think Of

[uncannyfellow]

You are being far too kind to JS

[Josie]

Hey Larry 

[Samantha]

The perpetrators of Apple technology will be transported to a post-apocalyptic dystopia where they will be forced to compete in an elaborate televised survival series.

 

The working title will be “Watch Someone Struggle to Survive Using Only an Ipad Mini.”

[Guest]

May your toes forever smell like bubblegum surfboard wax.

[Flane]

I am the creator of a hyper-massive bee hive, in which the bees feed off of your deepest desires and needs. Soon the bees will require your pleads and screams so they flee the twice as large tree and lead to your house. Having clairvoyance, the intergalactic mouse within the building is imprisoned in his own mind. He then realized the particular hive will roam to consume the room with their knives and doom. Soon enough he grows behind all of his doubts and shouts towards your direction, exerting his essence hoping to earn your attention. Within your perception, you're eating your Bug-type Pokemon flavored Captain Crunch for a professional lunch. Huh? What's the hunch, what's the catch? What you expect from your surroundings is nothing, let alone an irrational ranting rug rat. Meanwhile... Within the long confined vines of time but now short lengthed and foggy, it seems like they've combined to make fine strengthed nacho man body. Having no time to announce, they bounce your front door backwards. It hits your floor and wood chips galore fly, what a hell-loving disaster. The grand-master-like bee-body then points towards their foe in slow-mo with their JoJo like body. Right as I'm making this terrible rhyme I'm eating a sandwich, I'm sorry. I wonder what the bodacious bees think of what I have made, as I drink this tasteless lemonade I got at a quarantined Subway.

Edited August 4, 2020 by Flane

[Samantha]

9 hours ago, Flane said:

I am the creator of a hyper-massive bee hive, in which the bees feed off of your deepest desires and needs. Soon the bees will require your pleads and screams so they flee the twice as large tree and lead to your house. Having clairvoyance, the intergalactic mouse within the building is imprisoned in his own mind. He then realized the particular hive will roam to consume the room with their knives and doom. Soon enough he grows behind all of his doubts and shouts towards your direction, exerting his essence hoping to earn your attention. Within your perception, you're eating your Bug-type Pokemon flavored Captain Crunch for a professional lunch. Huh? What's the hunch, what's the catch? What you expect from your surroundings is nothing, let alone an irrational ranting rug rat. Meanwhile... Within the long confined vines of time but now short lengthed and foggy, it seems like they've combined to make fine strengthed nacho man body. Having no time to announce, they bounce your front door backwards. It hits your floor and wood chips galore fly, what a hell-loving disaster. The grand-master-like bee-body then points towards their foe in slow-mo with their JoJo like body. Right as I'm making this terrible rhyme I'm eating a sandwich, I'm sorry. I wonder what the bodacious bees think of what I have made, as I drink this tasteless lemonade I got at a quarantined Subway.

 

[Guest]

I think all entertainment should be in Japanese with English sub. Written by Japanese writers, made in Japan.

 

Everything.

[Guest]

I had to post this... it's so confusing that you just stop everything and give up whatever you're doing.

 

[Sierra]

Inside a spagooter tube there’s a marmalade stew with a pancake too, a lava cup with a saucer mitt, and an open toe for your gimmicks hermit.

also 1001010110001001010101010100101

Points: clearly 50 points. I’d say I did a good job, for me. I have 50 points banked.

Edited November 25, 2020 by Sierra
I want pointsssss

[Guest]

Lose 50 points, go directly to jail, do not pass go.

 

Edited November 25, 2020 by Bear