Metasyntactic Variables: Sunday

Sunday

Tim: "If I ever win the lotto, I'm going to do shit like rent planes to fly over neighborhoods so I can toss out handfuls of puppies on parachutes wearing signs around their necks that read: "Tim Rocks!"

Tracy: "That is not a good idea. It takes puppies years of training to parachute out of planes."

Tim: "Dude. That is why I would use HUNDREDS of them."

Tracy: "The odds are better that they would just crap all over people. Pretty sure that would negate the 'Tim Rocks' notes."

Tim: "Holy shit, I never thought of that. Maybe I should just throw juiceboxes."

Tracy: "Or cake. Everyone loves cake."

Tim: "Seems irresponsible to throw cake out of planes. Diabetics and whatnot."

Tracy: "You can't protect everyone. And even diabetics love cake."

Tim: "Still, I'd feel concerned. Maybe it would be a good idea to just not play the lotto."

Tracy: "That might be for the best."

4 comments:

UnknownJuly 18, 2010 at 5:34 PM
I'm am your first follower and maybe your first comment..EVER

I'm sure that entitles me to something.
I pass, considering my word verif is tasers.

Peace ~ Rene
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emcitychrisJuly 18, 2010 at 5:46 PM
Yes, it's true even diabetics love cake. MMMMMM Cake!
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KristineJuly 18, 2010 at 6:18 PM
If you want to be especially responsible, you should probably just start giving me some money, Tim. It's like the anti-lottery.
Think about it.
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The DemigoddessJuly 21, 2010 at 11:00 PM
If it takes years to train puppies, then you would be throwing adult dogs out of the plane. From infanticide, to homicide.

Juz sayin'.
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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.