Plus, they’re not very practical for running during a zombie apocalypse, and they’re not spiky enough for vampire-slaying. With that slope, not even much toe protection against caustic slime. Very poor design.
Right, because it’s not like heels were historically a male fashion or anything. They were invented in the 20th century for the express purpose of punishing women.
Humans are stubborn – and rarely actually believe their instruments. Thats one of the root causes of Three-Mile-Island – “that can’t be reading correctly” – and the disaster raged on.
(TUNE: “Somewhere” from West Side Story, Bernstein & Sondheim)
Eat your face today!
Want just a taste today!
Lurching zombies who yearn for brains
Feast on your remains!
Coming through the grate,
It may be too darn late!
Doing this since they found out that
Someone shut down the Brain-O-Mat!
Lurching … Searching!
Soon comes a war of perceiving!
Pardon me now, I’ll be leaving,
Stage left!
Tip believes he’s right,
He says that he won’t fight
All the people he’s here to serve …
Then St. Charlie throws him a curve!
Says Bee,
“You’ll see …
Bite me!”
Said the army ‘bot to the cross-dressed shrink,
Do you fear what I fear?
(Do you fear what I fear?)
The non-human menace, cross-dressed shrink,
Do you fear what I fear?
(Do you fear what I fear?)
Zombies, zombies, running through this place,
And they want to eat your face.
And they want to eat your face.
Doesn’t “a war of reality perception” describe pretty much all politics?
“You didn’t agree to use the Rio Grande as the borderline, you agreed on the Nueces.”
“I am a more down-to-earth Yale graduate and member of Skull and Bones than he is.”
And of course, my current favorite: “My plan of minor tax cuts to an insignificant percentage of the tax base and illusory budget cuts will do more to balance the national budget and boost the economy in general than his plan of minor tax cuts to an insignificant percentage of the tax base and illusory budget cuts.”
Woah, I didn’t notice the zombie eye in the drain at first, I was more concerned with how close Tip was to braking his ankle. His heel was like, teetering on the edge there!
Those heels look really uncomfortable.
Plus, they’re not very practical for running during a zombie apocalypse, and they’re not spiky enough for vampire-slaying. With that slope, not even much toe protection against caustic slime. Very poor design.
Heels are supposed to be uncomfortable. Their purpous is to hobble women. Look up ‘harem shoes’ and foot binding.
Right, because it’s not like heels were historically a male fashion or anything. They were invented in the 20th century for the express purpose of punishing women.
The design makes me think the shoes double as handguns, though.
“…a war of perception” Yes and GODOT is winning at this point.
Humans are stubborn – and rarely actually believe their instruments. Thats one of the root causes of Three-Mile-Island – “that can’t be reading correctly” – and the disaster raged on.
“I’m done playing Violet”. Oh, but of course, she’s a drone, that makes perfect sense!
Or should we say “Unmanned Android Vehicle” ?
How do you know she’s an Android vehicle? Maybe she’s running on iOS. Or Windows, ’cause Nick saw right through her.
Can’t be a drone – definition of drone includes male. Perhaps the 60’s and 70’s term for remotes “Waldo” would work.
Technically, that should be “Unmanned Gynoid Vehicle”.
Andro = Greek prefix for male
Gyno = Greek prefix for female
I knoooow, but then it isn’t an UAV anymore…
Anthroid, maybe?
So one is a shrink and another is tired of being a shrinking violet?
S/he may have been a Violet, but s/he was never a shrinking violet. If anything, maybe a shrieking violent.
(TUNE: “Somewhere” from West Side Story, Bernstein & Sondheim)
Eat your face today!
Want just a taste today!
Lurching zombies who yearn for brains
Feast on your remains!
Coming through the grate,
It may be too darn late!
Doing this since they found out that
Someone shut down the Brain-O-Mat!
Lurching … Searching!
Soon comes a war of perceiving!
Pardon me now, I’ll be leaving,
Stage left!
Tip believes he’s right,
He says that he won’t fight
All the people he’s here to serve …
Then St. Charlie throws him a curve!
Says Bee,
“You’ll see …
Bite me!”
(Tune: Do You Hear What I Hear?)
Said the army ‘bot to the cross-dressed shrink,
Do you fear what I fear?
(Do you fear what I fear?)
The non-human menace, cross-dressed shrink,
Do you fear what I fear?
(Do you fear what I fear?)
Zombies, zombies, running through this place,
And they want to eat your face.
And they want to eat your face.
AWESOME.
Doesn’t “a war of reality perception” describe pretty much all politics?
“You didn’t agree to use the Rio Grande as the borderline, you agreed on the Nueces.”
“I am a more down-to-earth Yale graduate and member of Skull and Bones than he is.”
And of course, my current favorite: “My plan of minor tax cuts to an insignificant percentage of the tax base and illusory budget cuts will do more to balance the national budget and boost the economy in general than his plan of minor tax cuts to an insignificant percentage of the tax base and illusory budget cuts.”
Woah, I didn’t notice the zombie eye in the drain at first, I was more concerned with how close Tip was to braking his ankle. His heel was like, teetering on the edge there!
There are multiple possible meanings to “eat your face,” I suppose.
He doesn’t fight his clients, he offers them cooperation and unity!
Wait, sorry, I mistyped that. He offers them cooperation OR Unity. You should really cooperate, if you know what’s good for you.