| Saying Stuff Clay Aiken Quotables |
| You're turning into a penguin. Stop it. Because if you doubt yer courage, or yer strength, come no further. For death awaits ye with big nasty pointy teeth! *teeth gesture* You must find us...a SHRUBBERY! You must find us another shrubbery! A larger one with a centre piece and and a path that runs down the middle. And...you must cut down the mightiest tree in the forest...with...a HERRING! You shall die a horrible horrible horrible horrible I have to go now. Honeeeey. Love me Mr. Coffee! Love meeeee! New Zealand is tiled. Largo: "Uhngh...where am I?...Wha? Why am I on an airplane?" Piro: "You got drunk and all bitchy about E3. I suggested we go to Japan." Largo: "Piro..." Piro: "You vomited. I took that for a 'yes'." Air Hostess: "Sir, please, it's against airline policy to use the headphone cord to strangle a fellow passanger." Largo: "Just give me five more minutes..." Go here to see it - Mega Tokyo Caine: Okay, so my brother's gay. No big deal. But why didn't he just tell me? Case 1: Caine: Dammit Holden, a hundred girls in this beach and you're reading?! Holden: Go away. Case 2: Caine: Girls seem to hang all over you...why don't you have a girlfriend yet? Holden: *annoyed* Because I have a boyfriend, Caine. Caine: But you can't let your friends hold you back from happiness. Case 3: Holden: *pissed as hell* Godammit I'n GAY you BAKA! *hits Caine with a mallet* Caine: Oro? Caine: Okay, maybe the last one didn't happen like that....But I should have paid more attention to him..Oh god, I'm an insensitive jerk!!! *flays arms* New Zealand isn't tiled. It has linolium. No, it's not a mullet...it's a beaver. Today is today, and yesturday was And I'm.........writing a lot of dots, it seems. Never underestimate the power of a mallet. Do you think she knows her hair is blue? Snoochie boochies! Damn I'm good. Heh, yeah, hehehe...you're fired. Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine. Ah, yes, writer's block. I find, what works best with writers block, is to chop it up into tiny granules, snort it and write on a high. Join our party. We're expecting a midget's with cocaine lines on their heads to come any minute now. Her vendetta, eh? What? Isn't vendetta a type of wind shield? No? Oh. If a tree in the middle of a big uninhabited forest falls on a mime, does anyone care? Who do I have to screw to get tea and chocolate biscuits around here? Right... More to come *nodnod* |