Metasyntactic Variables: Monday: Messing with Missed Connections

Monday: Messing with Missed Connections

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We met in the park...

I was the guy in the clown suit sitting on the park bench and drinking. I had orange hair and a huge tie. You were the woman being chased by that crazy dog. You shouted at me for help, remember? I’m sorry I couldn’t help you because of my terrible dog allergy, but one thing I’m not allergic to is LOVE ;)

Dinner?

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The DemigoddessJuly 27, 2010 at 4:51 AM
I would probably date the guy who wrote this ad. Probably.
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Tim: "What's a really uncommon name for nonsense? That could make a good title."

Tracy: "Metasyntactic Variables."

Tim: "Holy Shit, that's brilliant. Are those actual words?"

Tracy: "Yes. When I am writing and suddenly the sentence turns into woss-names and blabbity, I am defaulting to metasyntactic variables."

Tim: "That was pretty impressive. Is that too wordy of a blog title, do you think?"

Tracy: "Not really, but we'll have to keep explaining it to people."

Tim: "Not if I put this conversation in the sidebar."

Tracy: "Go for it."

Tim: "Sweet."

Tim was born on the Deathstar. For the most part, his early years were pretty sweet- mostly because he had a lot of robots. Then, one morning, Tim was trying to get a piece of English muffin out of the toaster with a knife, and a jolt of electricity sent him back in time to the jungles of Mozambique. Soon after, he met Tracy, who was not a robot, but Tim liked her despite this. Even though the food was not up to Deathstar quality, life was enjoyable until the great circus monkey rise-up of 2010. Then life sucked donkey balls. Tim's days now consist of practicing the art of the Ninja-Bee way, and texting Tracy in code from his cave on the opposite side of the country.

Sometimes he also plays Backgammon with the hobos, but he does not tell Tracy about that.