You know what’s weird? The oatmeal-cat? His name actually is Edgar. I think the comment string has collapsed in on itself.

They probably are.

Oh Crouton, Crouton, wherefore art thou Crouton?

It’s hard to find these gems in Minecraft but they are out there.

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Ryan had set for the lads and led another cow into his house by growing wheat and using it to lead the cow into the hole. After much confusion, Ryan explained and said “Look, you don’t understand, Edgar is the one in the hole.” Ryan’s sentiment implied that Edgar was never a specific cow, but any cow in the hole.

http://roosterteeth.wikia.com/wiki/Edgar_the_Cow

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Given the day, rooster teeth will play.

turtles are tied with kangaroo and penguin. there’s some other contenders, but they’re all monkeys.

i like ceasar salad dressing the best.

Or, as I learned on the internet: If there were two cows in the hole, those two cows would collectively be Edgar. Like the Borg. Because Edgar is the one in the hole.

I suspect it’s a Zen thing.

“Cows in the hole” as I never say.

But did you roll in it? My kitten used to roll in his oatmeal. THAT’S WHAT ANIMALS DO.

They sound like ass-kicking fairies.

That would be something you wouldn’t want to forget. Could you imagine the horror/excitement of being stuck in late afternoon traffic after forgetting to turn your laser cyclops off? How destructively liberating.

YES. My mom, too, was once an asteroid!

Kindred spirits are the best.

I think you’re all right. They can also be used as a serving dish for pumpkin soup when flipped upside.

Flowers that hang upside down are my most favorite. They seem modestly bashful.

I was just reminded of a conversation I had yesterday. I was sitting at a table with 3 colleagues at lunch, and one of them commented that he doesn’t usually talk about the things he’s interested in because, as he said “most people aren’t interested in space-mining or asteroids”. The rest of us were in fact interested in these things and commented as follows:

“I like asteroids!”
“We live and breathe asteroids!”
“My Mom is an asteroid!”

Silence as everybody turns and looks at me… I shrug. But then they all laughed and the Mom/asteroid jokes continued for the rest of the afternoon. And we talked about space-mining.

It’s the ghosts of a bunch of grapes, forever joined by a ghostly vine.

elo says “lillies of the valley”. definitively. end of subject. jimihindrance, you’re drunkandstoptalkingaboutthis.

the original “Deep Thoughts”
maybe mankind was meant to be two words, man and kind.
you kinda had to be there, but SNL used to be funny.

i’ve had my fun with this. TRUTH SO MUCH stranger than fiction.

I see them as little plastic wigs. About to be placed on generic plastic bald doll heads.
Giant metal machines on the assembly line working.
Moulded plastic bodies held by robotic clamps, shuttling along. Stopping only a brief second to receive it’s hairdo.
Precisely.

Coffee sparks my neurons.

it’s her skirt, i think. aren’t these blue belles, only white?

How about left robot dude? “That cloud looks like a lasered duck! That cloud looks like a lasered whale! That cloud looks like a crashing lasered airpla…oh shit I left my laser on.”