This prophet hath recognised that she is powerless in the face of the infintely gramatically superior prophet of random randomness. She henceforth falls at her feet and worships her, for verily she shall be taking English at Oxford.
- She Who Shall Be Hereby Known As Secretly Conspiring To Kill The Random Prophet Of Random Randomness... Heh Heh Heh....Edited by: softer silence at: 3/10/03 10:50:50 pm
22.
Thou shalt always watch children's TV as thou willest learn much from those of lesser years. I shall demonstrate: Thou canst not become a nurse if thou havest a fear of carrots. - TDVS
25
Thou shalt worry pointlessly about the fact that thou art sure that America is going to be at war by the time thou hast flown out there. And also about whether thou shalt take thy guitar. And various other America related things. - a randomly angsty and paranoid prophet of random randomness
26.
All carrots shallt henceforth be grown in funny shapes . - Bob.
Argh my cat, my cat, my cat
Argh my cat has gone kersplat
Now my fish will have nothing to squish
Argh my fish, my fish, my fish
Argh my fish has gone kersquish
Now my cat will have nothing to splat
Very odd poetry, courtesy of Seran.
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I apologiseth profusely for not observing the changing of the verse numbers. I myself do not understandeth the fact that one cannot become a nurse if one has an aversion to carrots - it is a truth observed by a 7 year old girl who herself wishes to become a nurse but is afraid of carrots - let us all thinketh of this poor being in our prayers, hoping she will eventually become a nurse, and a good one at that. Thou shalt pray for all girls who fear carrots and that they will not be held back by their fear. - TDVS
28.
And once again shall this propeht be forced to yell at the Vampire about the changing of the verse numbers. Verily, it is my pet hate.
The above girl wouldst have been remembered in my prayers had I said them. As it is, she shall forever be in my thoughts, and thine.
Thou shalt never, ever do thy coursework on time.
- She Who Shall be Hereby Known As Douglas Adams (Who Watches Deadlines Whoosh Past)
"He did everything a mother would do: administer sedatives, tamper with my brain waves, force me into shock therapy and so forth." ~ A random website
29.
once again I apologiseth for my density, but can one blame The Dense Vampire for living up to his name? I thanketh softer for thinking of the poor aforementioned soul, who shall forever be held back, but hopefully the more people who support her through this hard time, the easier it will be for her. Thou shalt send thine oddly shaped carrots into the BBC and hopeth that they bring back 'That's Life' as it was one of my favourite shows as a sprogg. - TDVS
Argh my cat, my cat, my cat
Argh my cat has gone kersplat
Now my fish will have nothing to squish
Argh my fish, my fish, my fish
Argh my fish has gone kersquish
Now my cat will have nothing to splat
Very odd poetry, courtesy of Seran.
31.
Thou shallt spend all day running around in the middle of the forest, covered in face paint and hitting elves with thy big-phuck-off mace. Thou shallt also yell an awful lot and sometimes growl. - 3rd Evil Undead from the Right.
Thou shalt walk the entire length of Bourbon Street, New Orleans, looking for an internet cafe and verily shalt thou not find one. However thou shalt find one on Royal Street and hence the posting.
Any reference to objects in New Orleans shall henceforth be sung to the tune of 'House of the Rising Sun', thusly:
'There is.... an internet cafe.... in Neeewwwww.... Orrrrleeeeannns....'
'There is... a spoon... in... etc.'
- The Author Of All That Is American and a randomly american prophet of random randomness.
33.Thou shalt protest! Thou shalt protest mightliy and heartily, and verily though shalt get a black eye from a policeman, who may not have been a policeman (for further information, thou shouldst see the main Condensation).
- She Who Shall Be Hereby Known As BruisedEdited by: softer silence at: 3/23/03 10:29:00 pm
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34.
Thou shalt phuck off to Wales and shag sheep. - TDVS
Edited by: vampirescarabus at: 3/25/03 2:38:54 pm
35.
Thou shalt post more regularly, especially on 'once upon a time', so I can put my replies! - TDVS who will be in a sulk until other prophets HURRY UP and reply!
Edited by: vampirescarabus at: 3/25/03 2:40:15 pm
36.
There shalt be a song about every place thou passest in the USA, thusly: There is an etc in New Orleans... it wasn't actually June in Memphis but we did Walk there... we're currently slightly less than 24 Hours From Tulsa, but we are in Oklahoma. Nuff said. Verily. On the other hand, prizes go to the first prophet to come up with a song about Albuerquerque.
- a random prophet of random randomness and The Author Of All That Is Good
37.
In addition, any song lyric containingeth a state name must and shall have aforementioned state name swapped for 'Arizona', thusly:
'Aaaaaaaarizona where the wind comes sweeping down the plain...'
'Aarizona dreaming, on such a winter's daaaaayyyy...'
etc.
- The Author Of All That Is Currently Being In The Mafia, and a random prophet of random arizonaness
38.Aaaaaaah!!!! I claim the prize, I claim the prize!! There IS a song about Alberquerque and I know it really well! It's called "Alberquerque" and is by Weird Al Yankovitch. It's a song all about the city! So ha!
- She Who Shall Hereby Want To Know What Her Prize Is
"He did everything a mother would do: administer sedatives, tamper with my brain waves, force me into shock therapy and so forth." ~ A random website
39.
Thy prize shalt be the warm glowy smug feeling thou gettest from knowing something that we don't.
Thou shalt fail to stop in Alberquerque.
Thou shalt swear loudly and repeatedly at the grand canyon. And thusly also lose. For verily, we have losteth half way down the grand canyon! Well, mebbe not half-way. About one mile down the grand canyon. But still. -
The Auther Of All That Is Tired and a random prophet of randomly cool places to lose ie on stage at the albert hall or halfway down the grand canyon randomness
Oh woe is me, Oh woe is me, I used to have a hamster tree. Oh woe is me, Oh woe is me, I used to have a hamster tree. But it was eaten by a newt, And now I have no cuddly fruit Oh woe is me, Oh woe is me, I used to have a hamster tree.
40.
All Greyhound busses shalt henceforth be required to carry at least one child under the age of 10. Said child shalt be cute and adorable and probably also loud for at least the first 30 minutes of the journey, after which they may continue to be cute and adorable or they may begin to scream and throw up, at their own discretion.
Thou other prophets really ought to be able to post more often than thy prophetic collegues who must trek the wild between each internet point.
- The Author Of All That Is Cute, and a randomly adorable prophet of random randomness.
Argh my cat, my cat, my cat
Argh my cat has gone kersplat
Now my fish will have nothing to squish
Argh my fish, my fish, my fish
Argh my fish has gone kersquish
Now my cat will have nothing to splat
Very odd poetry, courtesy of Seran.
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