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I'm bored and have a nice new "Salival" box-set DVD from Tool in front of me, I thought I'd utilise the age-old practice of using song titles to tell a story.
Be warned, they are not the most cheery or pleasant of titles, but no swearing so the filter shouldn't stop it:
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The doctor sighed to himself "THE PATIENT" is losing his fight, of this he was sure.
The nurse entered and offered to help with her usual MANTRA of "TICKS AND LEECHES can cure him, we can SWEAT the illness out."
The doctor turned on her, "You're a USEFUL IDIOT but we'll need 46&2 of them, so HUSH"
"Well they're a PART OF ME" said the nurse and left the room in a huff.
The doctor returned to the patient. "Perhaps an AENIMA would benefit? Depends on what his DISPOSITION is. I don't want to cause a SCHISM, so perhaps it best we do not touch his BOTTOM".
The leeches had CRAWLED AWAY by now and the doctor felt DISGUSTIPATED and realised THE GRUDGE he held to the nurse was immense.
He left the operation theatre and confronted her once more in the bathroom.
"You have caused me great INTOLERANCE young lady, and were I not SOBER I would most certainly take those leeches and PUSHIT onto you."
The nurse burst into a FLOOD of tears.
She studied her REFLECTION in the mirror before realising the UNDERTOW of hatred she felt for the doctor and yelled out to him "You are no more than a HOOKER WITH A PENIS"
The doctor chuckled and headed out of the room, "Dear Nurse, when you have realised that PRISON SEX is as low as you can go, being called a JERK-OFF means little considering you yourself are COLD & UGLY".
Returning to the operation room, he discovered that the patient had died.
He nodded silently and offered a EULOGY to the man he only knew a patient H.
Contacting the deceased's family, there was nobody at home, and checking the records of next of kin, left a MESSAGE FOR HARRY MANBACK concerning the CESARO SUMMABILITY of the PARABOL of dying.
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That's about it, but you try figuring out how to get these song titles into a story:
Stinkfist
Die Eier Von Satan
Third Eye
Eon Blue Apocalypse
Lateralus
I can't do it.
Be warned, they are not the most cheery or pleasant of titles, but no swearing so the filter shouldn't stop it:
----
The doctor sighed to himself "THE PATIENT" is losing his fight, of this he was sure.
The nurse entered and offered to help with her usual MANTRA of "TICKS AND LEECHES can cure him, we can SWEAT the illness out."
The doctor turned on her, "You're a USEFUL IDIOT but we'll need 46&2 of them, so HUSH"
"Well they're a PART OF ME" said the nurse and left the room in a huff.
The doctor returned to the patient. "Perhaps an AENIMA would benefit? Depends on what his DISPOSITION is. I don't want to cause a SCHISM, so perhaps it best we do not touch his BOTTOM".
The leeches had CRAWLED AWAY by now and the doctor felt DISGUSTIPATED and realised THE GRUDGE he held to the nurse was immense.
He left the operation theatre and confronted her once more in the bathroom.
"You have caused me great INTOLERANCE young lady, and were I not SOBER I would most certainly take those leeches and PUSHIT onto you."
The nurse burst into a FLOOD of tears.
She studied her REFLECTION in the mirror before realising the UNDERTOW of hatred she felt for the doctor and yelled out to him "You are no more than a HOOKER WITH A PENIS"
The doctor chuckled and headed out of the room, "Dear Nurse, when you have realised that PRISON SEX is as low as you can go, being called a JERK-OFF means little considering you yourself are COLD & UGLY".
Returning to the operation room, he discovered that the patient had died.
He nodded silently and offered a EULOGY to the man he only knew a patient H.
Contacting the deceased's family, there was nobody at home, and checking the records of next of kin, left a MESSAGE FOR HARRY MANBACK concerning the CESARO SUMMABILITY of the PARABOL of dying.
----
That's about it, but you try figuring out how to get these song titles into a story:
Stinkfist
Die Eier Von Satan
Third Eye
Eon Blue Apocalypse
Lateralus
I can't do it.
Isn't there a similar thing to stinkfist in the movie Mallrats?
:x
:x
Somewhere in the depths of deep space another Enterprise is about to boldly see, well something no man should see.
"STINKFIST" shouted the captain, with a cheesy grin.
"I thought I told nobody to call me that again. It was only once, I put my fist somewhere smelly once and I inherit such a stinkin rotten nickname" replied
LATERALUS
Just as the Captain was about to make further sarcastic comment. The view screen bleeped and who should appear but the most butt ugliest alien anybody has ever seen.
"ensign, what is that round thing on that "things" head" Shouted the captain.
"Using Vulcan logic, I must suggest that, that is a THIRD EYE captain" replied Zevock
After everybody had stopped vomiting, Lateralus shouted with an almighty cry "Mama, mia. So grotesque, yet a so beautiful. What is your name my sweet love?"
The Thing simply replied "My name is DIE EIER VON SATAN"
"I don't care what you are called, what do you want?" shouted the Captain.
"I want a mate with big hands, somebody to take to the EON BLUE APOCALYPSE, a Klingon rock festival where we shall fight to the end. That is why I need somebody with big strong fists"
"Anything" shouted the captain
"Anything you want, Just pleas get your face of our viewscreens"
"Do not fear my love I shall come to your rescue with my big strong hands, which I shall turn into big strong fists of passion" shouted Lateralus
"Ok, go fourth Lateralus and do well with your fists, although you know she wants a man with strong fists, not stench fish" Smugly said the captain.
With that,Lateralus and the went fourth Die Eier Von Satan went fourth and were never seen again.
"STINKFIST" shouted the captain, with a cheesy grin.
"I thought I told nobody to call me that again. It was only once, I put my fist somewhere smelly once and I inherit such a stinkin rotten nickname" replied
LATERALUS
Just as the Captain was about to make further sarcastic comment. The view screen bleeped and who should appear but the most butt ugliest alien anybody has ever seen.
"ensign, what is that round thing on that "things" head" Shouted the captain.
"Using Vulcan logic, I must suggest that, that is a THIRD EYE captain" replied Zevock
After everybody had stopped vomiting, Lateralus shouted with an almighty cry "Mama, mia. So grotesque, yet a so beautiful. What is your name my sweet love?"
The Thing simply replied "My name is DIE EIER VON SATAN"
"I don't care what you are called, what do you want?" shouted the Captain.
"I want a mate with big hands, somebody to take to the EON BLUE APOCALYPSE, a Klingon rock festival where we shall fight to the end. That is why I need somebody with big strong fists"
"Anything" shouted the captain
"Anything you want, Just pleas get your face of our viewscreens"
"Do not fear my love I shall come to your rescue with my big strong hands, which I shall turn into big strong fists of passion" shouted Lateralus
"Ok, go fourth Lateralus and do well with your fists, although you know she wants a man with strong fists, not stench fish" Smugly said the captain.
With that,Lateralus and the went fourth Die Eier Von Satan went fourth and were never seen again.
Wildlight wrote:
maybe you could pretend that you
> were sucked into an imaginary beat em up game and they were the names of special
> moves for characters or something similar to that.
I wouldn't go near a game that had "Stinkfist" as a special-move.
maybe you could pretend that you
> were sucked into an imaginary beat em up game and they were the names of special
> moves for characters or something similar to that.
I wouldn't go near a game that had "Stinkfist" as a special-move.
Goatboy wrote:
That's about it, but
> you try figuring out how to get these song titles into a story:
Stinkfist
Die
> Eier Von Satan
Third Eye
Eon Blue Apocalypse
Lateralus
I can't do it.
maybe you could pretend that you were sucked into an imaginary beat em up game and they were the names of special moves for characters or something similar to that.
That's about it, but
> you try figuring out how to get these song titles into a story:
Stinkfist
Die
> Eier Von Satan
Third Eye
Eon Blue Apocalypse
Lateralus
I can't do it.
maybe you could pretend that you were sucked into an imaginary beat em up game and they were the names of special moves for characters or something similar to that.
I'm bored and have a nice new "Salival" box-set DVD from Tool in front of me, I thought I'd utilise the age-old practice of using song titles to tell a story.
Be warned, they are not the most cheery or pleasant of titles, but no swearing so the filter shouldn't stop it:
----
The doctor sighed to himself "THE PATIENT" is losing his fight, of this he was sure.
The nurse entered and offered to help with her usual MANTRA of "TICKS AND LEECHES can cure him, we can SWEAT the illness out."
The doctor turned on her, "You're a USEFUL IDIOT but we'll need 46&2 of them, so HUSH"
"Well they're a PART OF ME" said the nurse and left the room in a huff.
The doctor returned to the patient. "Perhaps an AENIMA would benefit? Depends on what his DISPOSITION is. I don't want to cause a SCHISM, so perhaps it best we do not touch his BOTTOM".
The leeches had CRAWLED AWAY by now and the doctor felt DISGUSTIPATED and realised THE GRUDGE he held to the nurse was immense.
He left the operation theatre and confronted her once more in the bathroom.
"You have caused me great INTOLERANCE young lady, and were I not SOBER I would most certainly take those leeches and PUSHIT onto you."
The nurse burst into a FLOOD of tears.
She studied her REFLECTION in the mirror before realising the UNDERTOW of hatred she felt for the doctor and yelled out to him "You are no more than a HOOKER WITH A PENIS"
The doctor chuckled and headed out of the room, "Dear Nurse, when you have realised that PRISON SEX is as low as you can go, being called a JERK-OFF means little considering you yourself are COLD & UGLY".
Returning to the operation room, he discovered that the patient had died.
He nodded silently and offered a EULOGY to the man he only knew a patient H.
Contacting the deceased's family, there was nobody at home, and checking the records of next of kin, left a MESSAGE FOR HARRY MANBACK concerning the CESARO SUMMABILITY of the PARABOL of dying.
----
That's about it, but you try figuring out how to get these song titles into a story:
Stinkfist
Die Eier Von Satan
Third Eye
Eon Blue Apocalypse
Lateralus
I can't do it.
Be warned, they are not the most cheery or pleasant of titles, but no swearing so the filter shouldn't stop it:
----
The doctor sighed to himself "THE PATIENT" is losing his fight, of this he was sure.
The nurse entered and offered to help with her usual MANTRA of "TICKS AND LEECHES can cure him, we can SWEAT the illness out."
The doctor turned on her, "You're a USEFUL IDIOT but we'll need 46&2 of them, so HUSH"
"Well they're a PART OF ME" said the nurse and left the room in a huff.
The doctor returned to the patient. "Perhaps an AENIMA would benefit? Depends on what his DISPOSITION is. I don't want to cause a SCHISM, so perhaps it best we do not touch his BOTTOM".
The leeches had CRAWLED AWAY by now and the doctor felt DISGUSTIPATED and realised THE GRUDGE he held to the nurse was immense.
He left the operation theatre and confronted her once more in the bathroom.
"You have caused me great INTOLERANCE young lady, and were I not SOBER I would most certainly take those leeches and PUSHIT onto you."
The nurse burst into a FLOOD of tears.
She studied her REFLECTION in the mirror before realising the UNDERTOW of hatred she felt for the doctor and yelled out to him "You are no more than a HOOKER WITH A PENIS"
The doctor chuckled and headed out of the room, "Dear Nurse, when you have realised that PRISON SEX is as low as you can go, being called a JERK-OFF means little considering you yourself are COLD & UGLY".
Returning to the operation room, he discovered that the patient had died.
He nodded silently and offered a EULOGY to the man he only knew a patient H.
Contacting the deceased's family, there was nobody at home, and checking the records of next of kin, left a MESSAGE FOR HARRY MANBACK concerning the CESARO SUMMABILITY of the PARABOL of dying.
----
That's about it, but you try figuring out how to get these song titles into a story:
Stinkfist
Die Eier Von Satan
Third Eye
Eon Blue Apocalypse
Lateralus
I can't do it.