3rd March 2007, 3:48 PM
Quote:Why is is that whenever someone tries to be random, they invariably involve English accents and dialect?
Because you asked so nicely:
I've often wondered lately about the fact that my hair seems to have developed something of an intelligent society. With the aid of a mirror, I noticed that not only have they developer mass-transit from the the back of my neck all the way to my chin but they also have psuedo-random citizenship cards with RFID transmittors that the government of Hair uses to keep the common citizens from travelling further than my armpits. Daily I have seen convoys of hairs emigrating from my legs to my arms in a vain attempt to escape from their despotic Lord Zod Emmanuel, a rather unking person who delights in burning other hairs with his cigarettes. Now, all of this wouldn't be that big of a deal, but I think Lord Zod and Emperor Shellic IX and planning to overthrow my eyebrows, which have up to this point maintained a stoic neutrality in an ever-escalating race to conquer various regions of my own body. The eyebrows have a very stable republic which is governed by an elected body who oversees the day-to-day operations of the muscles involved with moving that part of my face. In all other things a vote is held to decide what must be done, as in the case of intense surprise or of deep anger. Invariably, as the citizens of eyebrow set aside very little to their own defense, I fear that they will quickly fall under the heal of Zod and Shellic IX should such an alliance ever come to pass. It is under this assumption that I have taken to routinely shaving parts of my body so as to keep their numbers in check for the time being. However, it seems that most of the hairs have retreated under my skin and there lurk until the razor has passed, only to spring forth again in greater numbers and strength than ever before. It is only a matter of time before the people of eyebrow are overcome by the maliious machinations of those two despots previously mentioned. I can only wait...and hope.
How do you like that, Mr. Darunia?!
Sometimes you get the scorpion.