Make A Random Statement About Something Nobody Should Care About

[LilCerberus]

I had put out two kinds of butterfly weed, but I'm now finding out I should've put out two kinds of milkweed. I'm finding gardening has a lot in common with engines, like when you confuse the two kinds of rotary engines, or the two kinds of radial engines...

[LilCerberus]

I wonder why they don't offer degreed institutions for autodidacts with learning disabilities...

[ER]

I got a new toothbrush yesterday and it feels weird. Funny how something like that can be so annoying.

[Flangepart]

If Godzilla and Momma Gorgo wanted to 'get busy', would they send baby Gorgo go 'out for a pizza', and what would the Kaiju equivalent of that be? Eating an oil tanker, stomping a village, or what?

[ER]

As a Midwesterner I have noticed two things about tornadoes: you can't argue with them, and they don't seem to like the taste of Jews.

[ER]

I'm a little surprised Four-Square has never become a professional sport.

[retrorussell]

I remember once when I was very little I had a dream that I went to the bathroom and somehow I got poop on the ceiling.  I didn't throw it up there; I was doing business as usual but somehow it wound up sticking to the ceiling.  Turd after turd would hang from the ceiling like stalactites.  My mom was appalled and my sister busied herself trying to count them all.  She had quite the task in front of her.

[Flangepart]

Which species would most likely succeed in taking over the world, Ducks or chickens?

[ER]

Which species would most likely succeed in taking over the world, Ducks or chickens?

Since ducks pre-dated human civilization and chickens are mostly a bi-product of human engineering, allow me to postulate this scenario: a virus wipes out humanity and most mammals. Ducks, being able to navigate by land, sea, and air, quickly benefit from the vacuum in nature the absence of mammalkind brings, and flourish, while chickens purdy much get eaten by anything that can catch them. Able to dwell in a number of biomes, ducks quickly multiply and become more numerous than at any point in millennia. Aliens arrive in flying saucers in a few thousand years and find ducks on six continents and in migratory flocks so vast they darken the sun."

"Erpo k'rak, Ludrf, poncho pzop*," says the alien red-shirt to his captain (just before a flock of ducks descends and eats him in proper red-shirt fashion).

*"Truly, Ludrf, this is the planet of the ducks."

Q.E.D.

[Flangepart]

ER now can write the Prequil for Howard The Duck.

[LilCerberus]

The story about that autistic man & his councilor down in Florida had me tore up a good while. I was in special classes & wound up doing some vocational rehab instead of college or trade school, so I got to know a few people like that. I worry about their futures, & then I feel it staring back at me, and I can't help getting broken up.
People don't know me. They think because I don't walk & talk like one of them, that I must be stubborn & lazy, and it hurts.

[Flangepart]

RE; wet heat Vs. Dry heat...
The sun is The Godfather, and high humidity is Luca Brazi coming around the corner to find you, as you owe them money.

[ER]

I like people who look on the bright side. Take my friend Amy. She had a mastectomy but refers to it as, "The time I lost three pounds." Now there's an optimistic outlook for you!

[ER]

RE; wet heat Vs. Dry heat...
The sun is The Godfather, and high humidity is Luca Brazi coming around the corner to find you, as you owe them money.

That's funny, but you forgot an example of dry heat. Is it a small yappy dog biting your ankles? A spoiled kid screaming on a long flight to Boston? The small bit of green vegetable matter in your date's teeth just before the g'night kiss? The calm before the explosion when there's one last cookie in the package and three children moving toward it at once?

[Flangepart]

RE; wet heat Vs. Dry heat...
The sun is The Godfather, and high humidity is Luca Brazi coming around the corner to find you, as you owe them money.

That's funny, but you forgot an example of dry heat. Is it a small yappy dog biting your ankles? A spoiled kid screaming on a long flight to Boston? The small bit of green vegetable matter in your date's teeth just before the g'night kiss? The calm before the explosion when there's one last cookie in the package and three children moving toward it at once?

D'OH!
Dry heat is like Tessio makeing the deal with Barzini. "It's just business."