POST NUMBER ONE HUNDRED FORTY

So I am pretty sure that I killed Captain Planet yesterday in what we shall euphemistically call a "controlled burn", designed to take care of a troublesome structure. There were no twenty foot high columns of flame, but there were plenty of clouds of black, sweet-smelling smoke, most of which scorched my lungs into ragged bands of lemonade-soaked beef jerky. Perhaps Turkey Jerky. DELICIOUS

It's Friday! Embrace your inevitable death and join us for QRAZY QUOTES!



Thomas: I WILL NOT SPEAK ILL OF THE SPONSORS
Zachary: Which one is it now?
Thomas: I will not speak of it.

Zachary: When will Thomas go back to writing every day so the rest of us can slack off?
Thomas: When he stops drinking.
Zachary: So, never?
Thomas: It may be quite a while.

Zachary: AND THE GOVERNMENT CONTROLS ALL THE LAUNDROMATS
Thomas: TINFOIL HATS NOW
Zachary: TINFOIL HATS FOR ALWAYS

Thomas: Maybe later, when we become a folk pop band.
James: This one doesn't involve us actually having to learn or be competent with instruments or have appreciable music talent.
Zachary: I HAVE VAGUELY APPRECIABLE MUSIC TALENT
Thomas: I can play the cornet!
Cathleen: I AM QUITE MUSICALLY TALENTED
Zachary: ONLY JAMES IS UNTALENTED NOW
Zachary: SUFFER, JAMES
Thomas: *WOOMWOOMWOOMWOOM*

Zachary: DAMMIT
Zachary: STOP ATTRIBUTING MY BEST TERRIBLE IDEAS TO THOMAS
Cathleen: *sigh*

Cathleen: You make me and my legitimate questions cry.

Jack: I don't mind the sexy at all.
Thomas: I would not mind the sexy, but I fear others would.
Zachary: I as well don't mind the sexy.

Zachary: We need badges, or t-shirts or something.
Zachary: So I can try to scam myself into places.
Jack: I have a button maker.
Jack: Which is different.

James: We also are not afraid of "no ghosts".
James: ...
James: *whistles*
James: Ghostbusters?
James: Anyone?
James: Jesus, it was a hit movie, what, 15 years ago?

James: *eyes*
Jack: *shoes*
Zachary: (In narrative!)
Thomas: *horses galloping along a beach*
Zachary: (...and threesomes!)
Zachary: *the letter E*
Thomas: *horse threeway on the beach*
Zachary: *with photoshop's glowing edges filter!*
James: *eyebrow*
Thomas: *LENS FLARE LOOKOU-fshhHHHHHHHHHH*
Jack: Two threesomes!

Zachary: Pretty much all you have to do to get me to do laundry and shave is question my dedication to gentlemanliness.
Jack: Hee! Cute.
James: Cute?
James: Cute?
James: USEFUL.

Zachary: Jack is the boy of girl island!
Jack: Hee.
Jack: Watch me oppress them!
Zachary: Make them bake you sweaters.
Jack: Nice.
Jack: In the pregnancy room.

James: what is the word we are searching for here?
Beth: Linguistic?
Zachary: I KNOW ALL THE WORDS
Zachary: DICK
Zachary: ALL OF THEM

Thomas: There will be Norwegian black metal.
Zachary: Excellent.
Zachary: Google maps tells me it is a 23 hour drive.
Thomas: ....
Thomas: Hmmmmmm.


MAYBE MORE WHEN I FINALLY DIE.