Mix Tapes
Everyone's made a mix tape (or CD, USB stick, or whatever kids do these days). Mostly to get in someone else's pants, but we're sure there are other, lesser, reasons too.
So, who did you make it for and why?
And... what was on it?
( , Thu 7 Feb 2008, 13:41)
Everyone's made a mix tape (or CD, USB stick, or whatever kids do these days). Mostly to get in someone else's pants, but we're sure there are other, lesser, reasons too.
So, who did you make it for and why?
And... what was on it?
( , Thu 7 Feb 2008, 13:41)
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Once......
I began a long and slightly whimsical back story. The story concerned a person or place or an object, the name of which sounded a bit like the first part of the title of this weeks QOTW.
As I said, the story was long, it concerned something that was a bit sad, something regarding long lost love or the death of an animal. The story had nothing obviously to do with the title of this weeks QOTW.
Something happened in the story, a clever twist. The twist involved the subject of the story becoming involved with something which a good thesaurus would tell you was a synonym for somthing which sounded a lot like the second part of the title of this weeks QOTW.
The story gradually built to a hot, sweaty, writhing climax, in order to give those that like to read the lunchtime erotica a reason to continue to the bottom of my convoluted tale.
At this point the tale seemingly ended, without an obvious conclusion.
And below this apparent cop out I inserted a sentence which includes the subject of the story (which as we know sounded like the first part of the QOTW title) and the synonym for whatever the subject was involved in (which as we now know sounds almost identical to the second part of the QOTW title).
At this point you all realise that the preable was simply a cunning ploy to get you to read my story thinking it was genuine, when in fact I was simply trying my best to amuse you all with a bad pun of my own.
As you chuckle out loud/groan with barely disguised disgust, your eyes flicker downwards to a brief line extoling the length of my penis in a way which makes it seem like i'm sorry for taking up so much of your lunch hour.
At this point you think "that was worth a click" and do so, maybe even adding a reply which indicates that you got my pun, possibly adding another, potentially funnier one.
( , Tue 12 Feb 2008, 13:42, 9 replies)
I began a long and slightly whimsical back story. The story concerned a person or place or an object, the name of which sounded a bit like the first part of the title of this weeks QOTW.
As I said, the story was long, it concerned something that was a bit sad, something regarding long lost love or the death of an animal. The story had nothing obviously to do with the title of this weeks QOTW.
Something happened in the story, a clever twist. The twist involved the subject of the story becoming involved with something which a good thesaurus would tell you was a synonym for somthing which sounded a lot like the second part of the title of this weeks QOTW.
The story gradually built to a hot, sweaty, writhing climax, in order to give those that like to read the lunchtime erotica a reason to continue to the bottom of my convoluted tale.
At this point the tale seemingly ended, without an obvious conclusion.
And below this apparent cop out I inserted a sentence which includes the subject of the story (which as we know sounded like the first part of the QOTW title) and the synonym for whatever the subject was involved in (which as we now know sounds almost identical to the second part of the QOTW title).
At this point you all realise that the preable was simply a cunning ploy to get you to read my story thinking it was genuine, when in fact I was simply trying my best to amuse you all with a bad pun of my own.
As you chuckle out loud/groan with barely disguised disgust, your eyes flicker downwards to a brief line extoling the length of my penis in a way which makes it seem like i'm sorry for taking up so much of your lunch hour.
At this point you think "that was worth a click" and do so, maybe even adding a reply which indicates that you got my pun, possibly adding another, potentially funnier one.
( , Tue 12 Feb 2008, 13:42, 9 replies)
@Chickenlady...
I hope you didn't mean that. Postmodernism must be killed with hammers.
If you want a catchy campaign tag, how does "NoPoMo" strike you?.
( , Tue 12 Feb 2008, 14:05, closed)
I hope you didn't mean that. Postmodernism must be killed with hammers.
If you want a catchy campaign tag, how does "NoPoMo" strike you?.
( , Tue 12 Feb 2008, 14:05, closed)
postmodern?
I wasn't going for postmodern.
I just wanted to join in and the only pun I could think of was Mick's Tapas. And I didn't think it would be very funny.
(hangs head and hides)
( , Tue 12 Feb 2008, 14:08, closed)
I wasn't going for postmodern.
I just wanted to join in and the only pun I could think of was Mick's Tapas. And I didn't think it would be very funny.
(hangs head and hides)
( , Tue 12 Feb 2008, 14:08, closed)
yes, reject postmodernism
except for Baudrillard, he's quite useful.
( , Tue 12 Feb 2008, 14:22, closed)
except for Baudrillard, he's quite useful.
( , Tue 12 Feb 2008, 14:22, closed)
yeah
you're right - he's a fake
*chortles at rather poor geeky PoMo joke*
*stops laughing because no one else is*
( , Tue 12 Feb 2008, 14:25, closed)
you're right - he's a fake
*chortles at rather poor geeky PoMo joke*
*stops laughing because no one else is*
( , Tue 12 Feb 2008, 14:25, closed)
...
*laughs at Crackhouse for laughing*
*realises that that kind of multilayered laughter is quite PoMo in its own right*
*feels unclean*
( , Tue 12 Feb 2008, 14:27, closed)
*laughs at Crackhouse for laughing*
*realises that that kind of multilayered laughter is quite PoMo in its own right*
*feels unclean*
( , Tue 12 Feb 2008, 14:27, closed)
^
*realises the laughter has become the next order of simulacra*
*dons black polo-neck*
*deconstructs own existence*
( , Tue 12 Feb 2008, 14:30, closed)
*realises the laughter has become the next order of simulacra*
*dons black polo-neck*
*deconstructs own existence*
( , Tue 12 Feb 2008, 14:30, closed)
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