Here is what I've written down tonight (NSFW, expletives abound):
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"Marty I got my dick stuck in the flux capacitor."
30ohms to the winner of the 1982 Scrabble tournament!
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man: "am that a sharks?"
shark: "no, I am Batman, here to save you from that helicopter from the future."
helicopter: "don't listen to him. he's the pope, here to eat you!"
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MODERN ART?
fuck you, i'm goin' to j. c. penney: sale on camisoles!
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this typography nonsense is the beast of burden for many journalistic minimalists throughout the endoctorined world, or whatever.
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cupid is a teetotaling crumpet-smashing youth from the suburbs that is constantly getting in trouble on xbox live for calling jesuits cheaters on halo.
this will be recorded for posterity in an access database file and will be recalled during the court case against hugh jackman. remember that day well.
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get yourself some orange juice and tell everyone about your attempt to cross-breed a duck with a sponge. they will think you are belligerent!
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a very good sim city indeed!
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The front cover boldly claims "A BLOCKBUSTER -- Seattle Times." I do not know what timescape Seattle is in, but it is certainly not aware of the actual dimension in which we live. Rissa is some sort of human "female" that was born in wilderness of "Idaholand." Idaholand is a mythical planet off the port bow of Pluto. Considering Pluto has been downgraded to a dwarf planet, this sorely dates this book. There are lots of turrets that are spoken of in this book. It seems F.M. Busby (if that's his/her real name) is turret-crazy. Maybe he/she was born inside of a turret and that's their source of spite and dismay. It's hard to tell since I am not a psychoanalyst of any accredited sort. Busby also speaks of paying men to touch parts of dead animals just for the sheer pleasure of it. The character Tregare is barely in the book seeing as he's killed before the book starts. His backstory has the most expletives and made-up adverbs. Just because you add -ly to a word doesn't make it an adverb. This book also goes on a tangent about Mario 64 being the leader of a cult, but it never says what happened to the cult. I would like to think it ran a successful 7-11 in a New England suburb. But I digress. There is a lot of card playing in this book. I think that Busby is an anonymous Jokers Wild fanatic. And that begs the question, "who isn't?"