Supagoof's Supa-Sensational Silly Symphonies Set Sizzingly On Fire Random Banter #131

[CurlyKitGirl]

Marghle.
Going to a sweet tooth party is all well and good. It's delicious and decadent and frankly, desirable.

However, as we're all students we naturally saw it as 'free food!' so most of us didn't bother to eat dinner beforehand and just waited to see how many sweets etc. there were at the party.
Lots.
A dozen or more cakes and pies
Many packets of cookies and biscuits
Six large bars of white chocolate
and a really, really, large pile of chocolate buttons. I'm talking the buttons were in a pile that was five inches high at the apex high.
Plus marshmellows, more biscuits, jaffa cakes, fizzy drinks and fondue.

Sugars highs were experienced.
FOr me, insomnia then kicked in after I got back home. I believe I fell asleep around four or five o'clock.
I woke a little before eleven with a mouth that felt thick and gooey. Generally quite disgusting.
And this is on top of my body's hatred of myself. I always wake up in tthe morning with a stinking cold and feeling like something you'd find on the bottom of your shoes. But the moment I get up: poof! It clears up almost immediately.

That plus what I term a sugary hangover was not happy.

Also I ended up having a funny debate with my friends.
I asked them which sweet I should eat first: the purple Quality Street one, or the blue conconut one out of the same tin.
This eventually dissolved into creating makeshift Archimede's baths to find out which one had the highest mass before going on into realms of even more advanced science. But all involving chocolate.
Bizarre. And yet I understood all they talked about. Until they got to hitting the chocolates with an electron gun to . . . something something.
And I didn't even get to eat the sweets as they got wet and icky in the experiment.

[bosssmiley]

Marghle.
Going to a sweet tooth party is all well and good. It's delicious and decadent and frankly, desirable.

Wait, we're still talking about the party, right?

However, as we're all students we naturally saw it as 'free food!' so most of us didn't bother to eat dinner beforehand and just waited to see how many sweets etc. there were at the party.
Lots.
A dozen or more cakes and pies
Many packets of cookies and biscuits
Six large bars of white chocolate
and a really, really, large pile of chocolate buttons. I'm talking the buttons were in a pile that was five inches high at the apex high.
Plus marshmellows, more biscuits, jaffa cakes, fizzy drinks and fondue.

Sugars highs were experienced.
FOr me, insomnia then kicked in after I got back home. I believe I fell asleep around four or five o'clock.
I woke a little before eleven with a mouth that felt thick and gooey. Generally quite disgusting.
And this is on top of my body's hatred of myself. I always wake up in tthe morning with a stinking cold and feeling like something you'd find on the bottom of your shoes. But the moment I get up: poof! It clears up almost immediately.

That plus what I term a sugary hangover was not happy.

Also I ended up having a funny debate with my friends.
I asked them which sweet I should eat first: the purple Quality Street one, or the blue conconut one out of the same tin.
This eventually dissolved into creating makeshift Archimede's baths to find out which one had the highest mass before going on into realms of even more advanced science. But all involving chocolate.
Bizarre. And yet I understood all they talked about. Until they got to hitting the chocolates with an electron gun to . . . something something.
And I didn't even get to eat the sweets as they got wet and icky in the experiment.

Speaking has someone with 32 sweet teeth this post was sheer filth! I approve.

*returns to packing life into boxes, notes that his life is mainly books*

[Assassin89]

Marghle.
Going to a sweet tooth party is all well and good. It's delicious and decadent and frankly, desirable.

However, as we're all students we naturally saw it as 'free food!' so most of us didn't bother to eat dinner beforehand and just waited to see how many sweets etc. there were at the party.
Lots.
A dozen or more cakes and pies
Many packets of cookies and biscuits
Six large bars of white chocolate
and a really, really, large pile of chocolate buttons. I'm talking the buttons were in a pile that was five inches high at the apex high.
Plus marshmellows, more biscuits, jaffa cakes, fizzy drinks and fondue.

Sugars highs were experienced.
FOr me, insomnia then kicked in after I got back home. I believe I fell asleep around four or five o'clock.
I woke a little before eleven with a mouth that felt thick and gooey. Generally quite disgusting.
And this is on top of my body's hatred of myself. I always wake up in tthe morning with a stinking cold and feeling like something you'd find on the bottom of your shoes. But the moment I get up: poof! It clears up almost immediately.

That plus what I term a sugary hangover was not happy.

Also I ended up having a funny debate with my friends.
I asked them which sweet I should eat first: the purple Quality Street one, or the blue conconut one out of the same tin.
This eventually dissolved into creating makeshift Archimede's baths to find out which one had the highest mass before going on into realms of even more advanced science. But all involving chocolate.
Bizarre. And yet I understood all they talked about. Until they got to hitting the chocolates with an electron gun to . . . something something.
And I didn't even get to eat the sweets as they got wet and icky in the experiment.

You better hope that the pub equivalent would not occur to you, or you would have more to worry about than a sugary hangover, like not having a functioning liver, depth perception, and a pulse.

[loopy]

Happy birthday to me.

I should probably be wearing pants right now. I don't know why, I just feel that I should be wearing pants.

[Thanatos 51-50]

Not wearing pants is a good way to spend your birthday. Ideally, this is because they would get in the way of other, birthday-related activities.
Oh, posted you a birfsdai thread, by the by.

[CurlyKitGirl]

Wait, we're still talking about the party, right?

Of course.

Speaking has someone with 32 sweet teeth this post was sheer filth! I approve.

*returns to packing life into boxes, notes that his life is mainly books*

It was fantastic, and the aftereffects are still well worth it.

And I see nothing wrong with a life comprising mainly of books, mine is the same.

You better hope that the pub equivalent would not occur to you, or you would have more to worry about than a sugary hangover, like not having a functioning liver, depth perception, and a pulse.

I'm virtually teetotal.
ANd by the medical definition teetotal is someone who has two or fewer alcoholic drinks per week.
This is very much me.

[Phaedra]

I'm virtually teetotal.
ANd by the medical definition teetotal is someone who has two or fewer alcoholic drinks per week.
This is very much me.

I had no idea that classed as teetotal. By that definition, I'm teetotal, which I'm sure would surprise everyone who knows me and knows of my love for rum. I just have to work most evenings, although that said, I have written essays drunk before.

Kids, don't do that. Sobriety aids education.

[Trobby]

Happy birthday to me.

I should probably be wearing pants right now. I don't know why, I just feel that I should be wearing pants.

HAAAAAAPPY BIRTHDAY!

*EXPLODE*

...Ow. >.O;

[EleventhHour]

Happy, happy, birthday, to you!

*tries to put a tophat in a box*

*gives badly wrapped hat*

>.>

[Etcetera]

Joker-faced cake anyone?
Who knows, there might be a surprise inside...

[Phase]

Kids, don't do that. Sobriety aids education.

Madness. Lies abound.

[loopy]

Joker-faced cake anyone?
Who knows, there might be a surprise inside...

The Joker throws the best parties.

Spoiler

Show

[DraPrime]

The Joker throws the best parties.

Spoiler

Show

Several thousand small children just got nightmares, because that picture simply exists.

[loopy]

Several thousand small children just got nightmares, because that picture simply exists.

My work here is done.

*doffs his hat, then rides off into the sunset*

[Etcetera]

He has too many teeth. I was going to say that his mouth is weird, but you know, it is.

[CrimsonAngel]

Argh!!!
My right big toe keeps, like, slippin out of something. It hurts whenever I bend it, but when I bend it it fixes itself, and the longer I leave it like that, the harder it is to fix.

[EleventhHour]

*puts comfy slippers on Crimson's feet*

*sneaky away*

[DraPrime]

Argh!!!
My right big toe keeps, like, slippin out of something. It hurts whenever I bend it, but when I bend it it fixes itself, and the longer I leave it like that, the harder it is to fix.

Amputation is the only solution here.

[Quincunx]

Try tugging the big toe sideways, away from the others. That fix doesn't 'stick' immediately, like it does with the knee, but it'll ease the hurt for a few minutes.

[Phase]

Amputation is the only solution here.

Too slow. We need an acid removal, stat.

[DraPrime]

Too slow. We need an acid removal, stat.

Since when is amputation too slow? One quick swing of the axe, and it's all over.

[Assassin89]

Since when is amputation too slow? One quick swing of the axe, and it's all over.

Followed by preventing the subject from bleeding to death. I think someone forgot that step. Acid just removes the toe, and probably sutures the wound.

[Phase]

Since when is amputation too slow? One quick swing of the axe, and it's all over.

TOO SLOW. We need him gone ASAP. Acid is the best way.

Or wait, are human toes not crafted from solid stone?

[EleventhHour]

No, but they are planning on firing more rockets at you.

[DraPrime]

Followed by preventing the subject from bleeding to death. I think someone forgot that step. Acid just removes the toe, and probably sutures the wound.

What? That's not needed. We can simply leave Crimmy to his own devices once we cut of his toe. The bleeding is his problem.

[Dogmantra]

So I was going to make delicious Chocolate Brownies a moment ago, but turns out that you need greaseproof paper to line the tin with. Considering I bought everything especially to make them, why did I not get some? Because one word made it clear you needed greaseproof paper. One word buried in the method. This is a book aimed at beginners! Make it clearer!

[Cobra_Ikari]

*snuggles fellow rum-lover Phaedra, and birthday clown Loopy* >.>

I'm not wearing pants, either! In fact, I almost never wear pants! The fact that snakes do not have legs is unrelated. >.>

[DraPrime]

*snuggles fellow rum-lover Phaedra, and birthday clown Loopy* >.>

I'm not wearing pants, either! In fact, I almost never wear pants! The fact that snakes do not have legs is unrelated. >.>

Have you never heard of snake pants?

[Cobra_Ikari]

Have you never heard of snake pants?

No, but I've heard of trouser snakes... >.>

*coughs, clears throat, looks away*

[EleventhHour]

No, but I've heard of trouser snakes... >.>

*coughs, clears throat, looks away*

*lights on fire*
*tsk*