weaktwos

I myself have been in that situation, at various and sundry historical times in my past. (Alas, it did not occur tonight, as tonight is Portishead night. But it has occurred.)

--yansa!

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There's one Portishead song off their "Dummy" album that makes my neck move a bit. I suspect that might be as upbeat as they get.

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*begins rhythmically hopping and tripping his neck in tune with the trip-hop goodness of [British accent] Poooooortishead [/British accent]*

--yansa!

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And you say "pig fucker" was shocking! How on earth will I ever sleep now?

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Well, perhaps you'll pass out from the shock of the combination of the pig fucker's outburst, possible self-pissing, and the image of me shimmying about my domicile.

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Stop it, I'm beginning to feel aroused...but not about the combination of shock due to pig fucking outbursts, possible self-pissing and the image of you shimmying about your domicile.

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Well, if the aforementioned isn't the cause, and it is something I must stop, what is it?

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It's the boogying. You must cease! Your boogying is simply too sexy for us mere mortals to stand! I have been forced to strip down to my loincloth in response! And heaven only knows how it has affected

annessence!

--yansa!

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*refers to her reference book on "Wildmen of Oregon"* Hmmm...says here that any man with a loincloth is required to respond in such a fashion, for a loincloth is not an undergarment, despite its scant properties.

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Hehe. Oops, clearly it is that I am not paying attention. Dontcha hate it when you have something cute to say in response, but forget to log in when you type the response so when you submit the response, you get that error message, and hit the back button in hopes what you first typed is still there, but it's not, so you have to type what you just typed all over again, but you do it wrong and missubmit so what you actually said doesn't make much sense?

Yeah, me too...but typing poorly worded run-on sentences in further response is clearly a bonus.

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Perhaps you were merely channelling the spirit of yansa.

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Is yansa a who or a what?

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*points to the other fellow replying to this journal entry* Its a who-what.

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Who: Yansa
What: CAVEMAN!

*nods* Yep. I'm both. (But I still vote.)

--yansa!

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Yes, and I'll vote for you anyday, schnookums.

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Oh, I should have remembered you. She said something about wanting to have your babies...

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Ah...yes, he's the one you told me was your boyfriend, right?

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Yes, I told you that the same time you told me that you have three breasts.

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Oh right, that was also the time you told me about your affinity for watching films of virgins being banged by donkeys, dressed in your finest black leather.

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I was just trying to make you feel better after you told me of your propensity for watching elderly german scheisser pornography. Besides, you gave me that black leather when you said you no longer needed it, as you preferred wearing hairshirts while in a tub full of tapioca pudding.

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You misunderstood! I don't remember what I actually said, but I'm quite sure it wasn't that. You're just upset your secret is out!

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Oh, now we all know what it sounds like when you start backpedalling.

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I am a who! And I vote!

--yansa!

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Of course I have all their albums. I'll bring them up when we go see the Boss.

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