bones DO SO fucking float
Aug. 23rd, 2003 03:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thejunipertreeThe Engineer finally managed to get me to go see Pirates of the Caribbean with him this evening (and I, of course, had him sucker Robin into going with us-can't be miserable alone).
All I have to say is: he owes me big time.
I had no desire whatsoever to see this movie. Go ahead and hang me as a heretic, all of you. I know that a large number of my friends list are POTC freaks. I don't care. *snf* It just didn't appeal to me.
Robin and I behaved ourselves remarkably throughout the ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY FOUR MINUTE film. Well, up until the last 15 minutes when we couldn't stop making snarky whispered comments to each other.
It had its good points, I suppose. But, I really dislike seeing such a well tanned Johnny Depp wearing more eyeliner then I ever did in my Death from Sandman phase in high school. I also HATE Orlando Bloom with a passion rivalling Hitler's distaste for the Jews.
Conversation between the Engineer and I during the movie:
me: Will you buy me a monkey for my birthday?
him: Sure!
me: Okay.
Ten minutes later.
me: But, it has to be a zombie monkey.
him: No problem.
me: And I'm going to name him Zombo.
Ten more minutes later.
me: The monkey also has to be wearing clothes.
him: SSSHHHH!
Ten more minutes later.
me: Why are the zombie pirates on the bottom of the ocean? Wouldn't they float?
him: There's no air left in them to float. Now be quiet.
me: Yeah, but bones float!
*part with Orlando Bloom being a big pouncy jackass happens*
me: Homo.
Robin: He's on YOUR team, Tara!
me: Yeah, but remember the cross dressing zombie pirates? THEY'RE ON YOUR TEAM.
The Engineer: SSSHHHH!
The 'he's on your team' thing between Robin and I erupted last week out of conversation about something she and her high school friends used to do. Picking stupid people that they see out in public to be on each other's teams. Only you can't pick your own team, you can only pick your friend's team members. So, Robin and I have started doing this with much glee. We usually wind up picking people for the Engineer's team, most of the time. He refuses to play this game, I might add.
I can't wait to get my zombie monkey named Zombo, though. I'll make him fetch me things. I'll be like "Zombo! Go in the kitchen and get me a Coke!" And he'll be all cute in his little waistcoat and pants.
And it'll rule.
RULE, I tell you!
If I could possibly swing a zombie ring tailed lemur, that would especially rock. But, I'm not going to wish for the impossible. That would be just plain silliness.
Tomorrow I am going to conduct my experiment in the kitchen to find out if bones actually do float. If I am wrong, then I will fully admit that I was wrong. If I am right however, I am going to be quite triumphant. Expect photos documenting this.
All I have to say is: he owes me big time.
I had no desire whatsoever to see this movie. Go ahead and hang me as a heretic, all of you. I know that a large number of my friends list are POTC freaks. I don't care. *snf* It just didn't appeal to me.
Robin and I behaved ourselves remarkably throughout the ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY FOUR MINUTE film. Well, up until the last 15 minutes when we couldn't stop making snarky whispered comments to each other.
It had its good points, I suppose. But, I really dislike seeing such a well tanned Johnny Depp wearing more eyeliner then I ever did in my Death from Sandman phase in high school. I also HATE Orlando Bloom with a passion rivalling Hitler's distaste for the Jews.
Conversation between the Engineer and I during the movie:
me: Will you buy me a monkey for my birthday?
him: Sure!
me: Okay.
Ten minutes later.
me: But, it has to be a zombie monkey.
him: No problem.
me: And I'm going to name him Zombo.
Ten more minutes later.
me: The monkey also has to be wearing clothes.
him: SSSHHHH!
Ten more minutes later.
me: Why are the zombie pirates on the bottom of the ocean? Wouldn't they float?
him: There's no air left in them to float. Now be quiet.
me: Yeah, but bones float!
*part with Orlando Bloom being a big pouncy jackass happens*
me: Homo.
Robin: He's on YOUR team, Tara!
me: Yeah, but remember the cross dressing zombie pirates? THEY'RE ON YOUR TEAM.
The Engineer: SSSHHHH!
The 'he's on your team' thing between Robin and I erupted last week out of conversation about something she and her high school friends used to do. Picking stupid people that they see out in public to be on each other's teams. Only you can't pick your own team, you can only pick your friend's team members. So, Robin and I have started doing this with much glee. We usually wind up picking people for the Engineer's team, most of the time. He refuses to play this game, I might add.
I can't wait to get my zombie monkey named Zombo, though. I'll make him fetch me things. I'll be like "Zombo! Go in the kitchen and get me a Coke!" And he'll be all cute in his little waistcoat and pants.
And it'll rule.
RULE, I tell you!
If I could possibly swing a zombie ring tailed lemur, that would especially rock. But, I'm not going to wish for the impossible. That would be just plain silliness.
Tomorrow I am going to conduct my experiment in the kitchen to find out if bones actually do float. If I am wrong, then I will fully admit that I was wrong. If I am right however, I am going to be quite triumphant. Expect photos documenting this.
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Date: 2003-08-23 01:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-08-23 08:24 am (UTC)I MISS YOU GUYS SO MUCH I COULD JUST KILL EVERYONE ELSE SO I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO BAND TOGETHER WITH YOU GUYS FOR SAFETY AGAINST THE ZOMBIE MONKEYS OMGWTFLOLBBQ.
AAAAAAAAAAAGH. MUST STICK FASTER.
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Date: 2003-08-23 10:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-08-23 11:00 am (UTC)>:O >:O >:O >:O >:O >:O >:O
I was going to post photos and everything.
hrmph.
And just for good measure: >:O
(no subject)
Date: 2003-08-23 01:37 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-08-23 01:40 pm (UTC)*does not smith cocks*
stop hitting yourself! stop hitting yourself!
Date: 2003-08-23 02:05 pm (UTC)Of the HIGHEST ORDER.
Because now I can't find out for myself whether or not bones float. Because you went and ruined it.
Cocksmith.
Re: stop hitting yourself! stop hitting yourself!
Date: 2003-08-23 05:22 pm (UTC)Oh did I? Well may be I'm lying and you're just too afraid to find out for yourself! Take that! HA!!!!! (extra !!! just for you)
Re: stop hitting yourself! stop hitting yourself!
Date: 2003-08-24 08:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-08-23 01:28 pm (UTC)WE KILL ME. WE ARE THE FUNNIEST, SMARTEST, COOLEST AND MOST BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE ALIVE.
PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT US SUCK.
(no subject)
Date: 2003-08-23 02:09 pm (UTC)Especially the people who are COCKSMITHS.
(no subject)
Date: 2003-08-23 02:30 pm (UTC)