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by ArtemisStrong
1-29-04
I amassed a financial landslide through dealing in gold futures and prosthetic limbs, but I blew it all on coke.
So THAT'S why you cancelled our reservations at Sizzler tonight?
Can you just not come at me now with that B.S.? I'm very emotionally vulnerable and have an ulcer the width of Bryce Canyon.
Tell me this is some sort of hoax. *stiffled whimpering*
I sold your liver to black marketeers to pay my dealer off last night.
I knew I felt more excruciating pain in my abdomen than usual! C'est la vie!

 

by ArtemisStrong
2-09-04
And so then he responds, "Can't you see that I'm deep in despair?"
Haha! Now I get it! So he was sad, right? That's fuckin' funny, dude.
No, no, no. Wait. Let me try telling it again. Okay, so it's a party... a costume party... and you have to dress as a fruit. No. Wait. It's a party where there are no costumes, but-
-some people do show up with costumes on. Wait, let me start over. So it's a balmy day, and the fields are thick with Bos Javanicus... wait, did I mention it takes place in Bali?
Anyhow, some Bali Aga had trekked up from Trunyan. It was for a ceremony of Batara Siwa. It was Nyepa, and their hearts were full of despair from the exploitation tourism had brought to them.
So whose dick was in what kind of fruit now?

 

by ArtemisStrong
2-09-04
Oh my, where have I ever wandered into?
My opium den/used bookstore.
I'm a bit frightened. I hope I wont be mugged or something terrible like that. What are the things you do here?
What do we do? Mostly opiates and morphine in its many forms. We also discuss the importance of Kafka's early works.
Do you find it is preferable and much more euphoric to grind up the pods? The affect is on par, for me, with a large dose of codene, or a pair of vicoden or darvocet. And Kafka has nothin' on Orwell!
God, PLEASE let her be single!!

 

by ArtemisStrong
2-15-04
I am the Demon of Greed!!!
Cool.
Feel the power of greed and be consumed child!!!
Um...ok...
... and then they fought phallic robots in space. I knew I shouldn't have ate a full gallon of pistachio ice cream right before bed.
Dude... all that really fucking happened.

 

by ArtemisStrong
2-19-04
Coming this mid-winter/early spring to the Dubya Bee-- Quantum Leap: The New Class.
I loved that bicycle (I will not call it bike). It was green and had a large red horn.
Jizzidy-jizzum!
Sam Beckett is no longer just merely a man trapped in time, but also a hip, hardcore rebel on a wild, radical ride. And his new partner? Let's just say, dog's got some 'TUDE to spare!
I need clues. Hmmm... Clues, clues, clues. Clues. Hmm... Cl-u-u-u-ues. Clues. Clues, clues. Clues, I have said and shall repeat once more. Clues.
Homey don' get all up in there with that Dutch noise!
Thrills and chills are on their way. Can he piece together this mystery that critics are calling "A taut... stylish endeavor... that... soars... and is... replete... with... cowboys."? Well, can he?
I am still alive. That may be important. I mean to say, it was. Or is. But I hope not to talk of such things, but only of C's walking stick. Or was it A?
Don't make me get all existentially morassed on your white (here meaning Caucasian) ass.

 

by ArtemisStrong
2-19-04
Slow Fade-In from Credit Roll:
And with that, I win.
No fair! A cowboy move is against the rules!
Special Effects: Golden, glittery mist that billows into a luminous explosion. Sound : Large cymbal crash.
AHA! It is I, Jesus!
Crap! Punched in the ass by Christ again!
... and after that, they fight phallic robots in space. Or maybe in Ancient Greece. So? Does it make your perinium tingle or what, baby!
Sorry. I think we'll just show re-runs of "Family Guy" in the open slot. Now please leave my office at once, for your enormous height frightens me.

 

by ArtemisStrong
3-07-04
Loaded down with sixteen sucking stones, the bizarre lurching and sudden halting that was my style of travel seemed more pronounced.
I remember saying, Maybe I should just toss all these stones away and thereby make my progress a little less anxious, no that's not the right word.
Not that I said those exact words. What I said was probably a string of indecipherable mumbles. But my ears heard the words like this:
Maybe I should just toss all these stones away and thereby, etc.
No, that's not right either. I never said any such words, out loud or internally. Everything I say is false, as a way for me to ignore those things that would help me right now.
But at least I need not, when the time comes (soon?) to make a record of my posessions, I may leave out a description of the sucking stones, save listing "Stones, 16, used for sucking."

 

by ArtemisStrong
3-07-04
What is that infernal SMELL?
I'm sorry, sir, perhaps it is me. Have you by chance seen an umbrella lying around? It would have been a stout umbrella, suitable for walking purposes, that you would have seen if indeed you did.
Umbrella or no, by the looks of you I should say, "Halt where you are! Let me see your papers!" Or something to that effect. Maybe I'd mention credentials, too.
Well, now that you have mentioned all that (to a great misappropriation of time, in my opinion) have you not seen the umbrella in question?
He read my instructions from what appeared to be written on the inside of an old tin of Black & White Pluko Hair Dressing.
Stinky Gnome. Home. Instanter.
My leg feels no worse today. No better does it feel. It's maintaining. Should I ask him if this was considered in my assignment instructions?

 

by ArtemisStrong
3-07-04
What was all that business with the homeless gnome about?
He said he was lost. I told him we were lost, too, so really, we could be of no help whatsoever.
But we're not lost. We're out on our usual Sunday stroll through the woods near our upscale cabin, completely furnished, wood interior, three screened porches. 1.33 acre wooded lot w/mountain view.
Ohhhh... I was thinking "lost" as in "directionless, without a clear sense of self". Do you think he meant "lost" as in "don't know where the fuck one is"?
Dear me. And he was bleeding so profusely from his arm, I'm sure the bobcats will be attracted. On the other hand, that strong scent of urine and decay may nauseate them.
You're saying I'm responsible for more senseless death? So do I have to put a quarter in the "Misanthropy" Jar or the "Leading Innocents To Their Demise" Jar?

 

by ArtemisStrong
3-26-04
Did you pack plenty of fresh water and salty foods for this days-long excursion into the arid wilderness of Arizona that we are embarking on at this very moment?
Are you suggesting that Seagram's Triple-Distilled Vodka and Marshmallow Peeps wont sustain our epic march into the heart of Nature's badlands?
No, I'm suggesting that a death of hunger and thirst is not the way I want to go about all this getting-in-touch with Gaia thing we're doing.
So, back to the bar, eh?
Yes. I think our quest should be for comped drinks at a slimy North Vegas casino and a commiseration with down-trodden street vamps.
Throw in a drug-fueled night of mindless vandalism and you've got yourself a deal.

 

by ArtemisStrong
4-15-04
I can't remember what it was I used to be. I say I even though I know it's not I, it's he. I am far, I have no past.
I say I am far as though I were someone, something, thing is too much, I don't warrant the word 'thing', let alone 'I', is there a word befitting of me, so much trouble these pronouns.
Mayhaps a verb. Run, no, I never ran, speak, no, I can't speak, can't talk, murmur, murmur, yes, murmur will work, no, that attributes to much to my character, empty, what is the verb form of empty,
perhaps I am emptying, no, I am already empty, I have always been empty, no, that is too much, I have never been empty, can a thing be empty that was never filled, like me, unfilled, maybe that will
work, an adjective for a name, Unfilled, I am the lacking, I am all lacking, no, I can't assume such a prestigious role in humanity's play, I am window dressing, no, not even that, I am dust,
particles maybe, no, too physically real, but these daydreams keep me going on, I must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.

 

by ArtemisStrong
4-23-04
The blood bank wouldn't accept my blood. Some horse-puckey about it being "too loaded with barbituates and viruses" and yadda-yadda-yadda. So where're we gonna' get gambling/drug money now?
I forsee a career as a chickenhawk in your immediate future.
So begins the peddlin'.
Say, stranger, need some company?
On account of your advanced age and seeming lack of flexibility, I will have to politely decline your invitation.
And I thought I smelt the vapour of sweet, enduring love on him. Or maybe it was paint thinner, freon, aerosol whipped creme, propane and key board cleaning fluid. I always get those two confused.

 

by ArtemisStrong
5-01-04
Dad, which one of us is your favorite?
Oh, P'shaw, don't be so silly my little shitling.
I, in my heart-of-daddy-hearts, hold an equal amount of deeply held resentment at all of my offspring's nauseating insistence to continue existing.
Dad, why do you have video tapes hidden under your bed of people that look like naked ladies except that they have giant, malformed penises?
They remind me of your dead mother, okay? Now be a good boy and let daddy shoot up in peace.

 

by ArtemisStrong
5-07-04
Is this good enough for ya'?
Hmm... Needs more energy. I need the viewer to FEEL the pain.
But... I think I'm... about to pass out...
C'mon, work with me! Think of our target audience! Sixty Minutes viewers want soul-wrenching despair! CNN has to have a "human" angle. Fox News wants gore!
Couldn't we just go back to the forced sodomy?
Foolishness! We don't want the FCC on our backs! C'mon, man, do it fer the ol' Rummy!

 

by ArtemisStrong
5-09-04
Whadda ya call a chinaman who can't dance?
I dunno, what do you call a chinaman who can't dance?
A Tienaman Square!
Hah!
Ha-ha-ha! Snort! Chuckle! Guffaw! Accidental Farting!
Seriously, though, China's current social security system has limited funding, narrow coverage, lack of basic policy analysis, and a poorly coordinated administrative system.
It's the true things that are the funniest.

 

by ArtemisStrong
5-13-04
CLICK HERE TO DOWNLOAD - HotArab_guygets_head.mpg.
Ohhh... *Clicking the buttons and growing the stiffy*
This is for Abu-Ghraib, imperialist swine!
*SCHLONK!*
GAHHHHHH!!!
Oh dear God...
That one holding the scimitar looks like he has a big ol' cock! *Wanking noises*

 

by ArtemisStrong
5-13-04
-so he says, "Well, I'm sorry, I really have no use for several pounds of dog poopies." Can you believe that nonsense?
Whadja do?
What do you think I did? Rip his intestines out and shit in the cavity? Be real. I just offered him a "Gudday" and cut my losses.
So, then, how DID you pay for this acid?
I never said it was acid. I managed to find some Heavenly Blue morning glory seeds carelessly disposed of in a public restroom in downtown Brooklyn.
Dude, ever hear of cyanogenic glycosides? No wonder I'm experiencing headache, tightness in throat and chest, and muscle weakness. And the taste of urine in my mouth don't help neither.

 

by ArtemisStrong
5-30-04
My skin is blistering off my malnourished frame in chunks of gooey plhegm-like globules. Is this a bad sign?
Do these said globules emit a foul smell or noxious odor of some kind?
Geh... dunno... I guess they sorta smell like Corona.
Dude, you like totally put the "lime" in "limaceous hunk of retrograded flesh"!
So... >cough<... Yah, anyways, you're slowly dying. I'd place your time of demise anywhere within the next 72 hours.

 

by ArtemisStrong
5-31-04
Okay, you must listen carefully, for what I am about to divulge to you I will say once and only once and it shall never pass through my lips again.
Just spill it, man. I have no time and am in no mood for your metagrobolizing games. My quest hinges on this one moment!
The augury written in blood in the ancient monastery spoke thus, "Bracken Fern shoots are a diuretic, increasing water taken from blood into the bladder and urine)."
Brakkin furn... di-a-rhetic... urin... ogery... Copy! Now who will be the laughing and who will be the crying when I show those scoffers at Grant Medical College what I now know?!
Speaking of urine, where did I leave my Mountain Dew Code Red (Contains:Sodium Benzoate [Preserves Freshness], Caffeine, Sodium Citrate, Gum Arabic, Erythorbic Acid [Preserves Freshness])?

 

by ArtemisStrong
5-31-04
If this is a Greyhound station then where are all the guys trying to sell me tee-shirts and knives?
No, shut up, I have something to tell you. I'm not getting the abortion.
I thought we already went over all this. That load of poop in your diaper is not a litter of offspring. It's just doody, like the word "poop" implies.
Tori says her songs are HER children. Why can't I cherish MY one creative output likewise?
Man, if crapping is artistic expression, I think I just left a Monet on the Men's room floor a moment ago.
That is a clear violation of Chapter 156 of the city's code. But I grant you immunity from prosecution due to the overwhelming circumstances (the Gordita Baja® you ate earlier) surrounding the case.

 

by ArtemisStrong
6-06-04
Can I shoot my iron alloy/ carbon hybrid penis into your skull, Master?
Hurm? But the 3rd law of Robotics is as follows : "A robot may not harm itself or allow itself to come to-"
Hey, shutup, how are you I'm fine, can I explain? I reprogrammed the lil' wanker. Now he thinks the 3rd law of Robotics is "It is intrinsically wicked-awesome for robots to shoot their genitalia."
So the little doody-monster just wants to be cool? I can respect that... Robots have genitals?
I... guess so?
Ow. Lemme drive this cybernetic schlong further into my cerebral cortex- It's just like "Wow" man!

 

by ArtemisStrong
7-09-04
For A Good First Date Movie, Nothing Can Beat "Happiness" on DVD.
The box said there's like 30 minutes of previously deleted creepiness.
On a First Date, Avoid Public Well-Lit Places. The Inside Of Your Deadbolted "Rec Room" is a good way to go.
It smells funny in here. And why is the floor sticky?
Sssh... Please, could you artfully pose bent over that chemical sink? My art needs to breathe!
Common First Date Blunder? Not Going For The Snatch In Ten Minutes! Nothing Says "I respect you" As Well As Ham-handed, Graceless Groping.
Don't mind my clumsy hands, baby. You're in the grip of a true professional.
Then why does it feel more like my clitoris is clenched in a vice?

 

by ArtemisStrong
7-16-04
The question "Is there a God?" has in recent months been replaced by "Am I a God?"
I FEEL like all I say and do should be hallowed evermore by the legions of Man? Is this just testerone-laced hubris, or am I on the right track here?
If you ARE God, then your followers' sacraments will likely involve unsatisfying drunken sex and ritual belly-button picking.
The whole of human thought is the byproduct of some sidelong sub-reality that is inexorably bound to our dimension, according to a recent report published by the QUFD.
The startlingly detail-rich image of a lounging rhino licking a Flinstones' Push Pop just blipped across my mind for a mere nanosecond. Curious.
Kraft foods truly IS ubiquitous.
New CNN/USA Today/Gallup Poll reveals: Kantian Transcendental Idealism dipped to its lowest approval rating in 200 years (24%).
The thing as I see it differs from the thing as you see it, splitting reality into two distinct compartments of individual existence. Thus, there ARE two beers left.
Ass.

 

by ArtemisStrong
9-10-04
My God! Desire and need have become interchangable in my head! My soul is an anamoly of wants and cravings!
Are you freaking out, my friend? Do you need therapeutic deep tissue massage or a psychic alignment?
I just want to know that what I'm searching for isn't merely a phantom of my own self-doubt!
Cut back on the exclamation points and beef up on the question marks.
Unravel the enigma of being? Make my life a quest to decode the riddles of human nature?
Yes, and the first question on your docket: What kind of beer does your canine friend want most now? (Hint: Rolling Rock or a high priced import pale ale.)

 

by ArtemisStrong
9-10-04
I'm finding it hard to deal with people on the most basic levels. I can't even buy a pack of cigarettes without intense inner turmoil.
It's their lust for projecting their gauche self-styled personas that distraughts you I wager.
Indeed. I have to radiate a pure fabricated confidence of the rightness of my entire being just to defend my psyche from being bludgeoned by their "uniqueness".
Kinda' playing a cool facismo poseur, are we?
I feel like the nerdy kid coming back to school with the shiny new pleather jacket. Mentally, that is.
You know they only invited you to the party because their moms told them to, right?

 

by ArtemisStrong
9-17-04
Predominately, you can attribute that strata phenomenon to subtle shifts in origami trade show motifs. The conundrum is not their iridescent breeching, but their clamato-based cellular makeup.
Popular thinking aside, all apparent malignancy is a mere byproduct of a formerly used system of symbols codified by a serial rights lawyer. The power lies at the king's feet, and he is want for life
Craft and theory also proliferate through an osmotic process that is in direct contrariness to their base nature. No one man can render them impotent. Furthermore, the march signals event horizon.
To banter so disingenuously on their merits serves none but the morose and torpid. Phallicity and phalanx formation synthesized into penetration can supersede all known oil-based structural diagrams.
I was playing with my ass like all day dude.
Serious? I was too. Weird.

 

by ArtemisStrong
9-17-04
-And then HE says, "That's no poopdeck, that's my... no, wait that is a poopdeck."!
GAHHHAA! Ok, I got one now.
So this pirate goes into a bank and says, gimme all your money. The teller does, and STILL he shoots her in the face. It was caught on tape, too!
Ok, me again. A pirate, another pirate and a pirate walk into the Munch Museum and steal "The Scream"! What complete, idiotic bastards.
Part II! More pirates involve themselves in a complicated orgy scene in a major production of "Caligula"! McDowell even makes a cameo as Emperor Tiberius Caesar!
HOR HAR HOR! Wheeeeee... Well, that was fun, I'll admit it.

 

by ArtemisStrong
9-17-04
Contractually, I just could not do this. I wouldn't be obliged to on personal grounds, either. I will say I am anticipating your next project knowing you will bring your best and leave it at that.
Fine. FINE. I'll just go. Maybe there are still people out there that believe in me!
And that is how I started on my road to desperation and tears.
The downward spiral twisted and flexed around me, the axis of life spun on its poles. Soon I was going back up.
This... This is not merely good. You've arrived my dear. I am honored to work with you. I... I can't put my confidence into words. Let's just say, this means something. Something... big.
"The Atkin's Diet: The USA Movie", my saving grace!

 

by ArtemisStrong
10-08-04
Her name is Yoshimi, she's a blackbelt in karate. Working for the city, she has to discipline her body. Cause she knows that it's demanding to defeat those evil machines.
"I am Muay Thai master. You are sucking gravel."
I know she can beat them.
Oh, Yoshimi, they don't believe me, but you wont let those robots eat me.
"Hi Hi Hi Hi! Disappear!"

 

by ArtemisStrong
10-08-04
Our universe expands too fast for information from the multiverse to reach us, yes, but...
So, what did they discover, what miraculous insight did they have to overcome that? Amazing feats of the brain.
"Sliders" was just a TV show!
Cant I just live with the fantasy that there is an infinite amount of Jerry O'Connells out there waiting for me?
Mmmm... A never-ending supply of coked-up Courtney Loves for me to exploit. But alas, a euphoria I can never see. Cruel String Theory, why must you thwart me at every turn?
The force F(r) is proportional to the gradient of the potential F(r), so therefore the force must vary with distance from the source as GD/rD-1, where GD is Newton's constant, thus... Poo-poo on you!

 

by ArtemisStrong
12-16-04
Young hominids, I know nothing of this thing called sex, so I am unsure of how to begin.
Teach, I'm a jaded, desensitized child who grew up on satellite television. I think I can clue you in a bit. Just lean in close... yah... so (whisper-whisper-whisper).
!
!
I think I know now the feeling you humans get that you call "horny". I'm giving you all a half day so I can go dip my circuit boards in a reverse ion bath.

 

by ArtemisStrong
12-26-04
... So you see, we are actually conjoined twins. Who are now... ex... conjoined...
AND your hat contains a scrap of paper that explains the nature of the universe in its lining? Wonders never cease.
Also, too, that ball you ride there is actually in syncopation with your emotional I.Q. It responds to your every mood swing like a bad taco.
And your hairdo is actually the rebirth of Christ! We're awesome!
Thank Vishnu we did this. It clears up so many loose ends. I can rest easier, now.
Oh Shit! Don't look now, but here comes Earth-2 Robin! (That guy is such a so-and-so.) -
HEY, I said don't look!

 

by ArtemisStrong
1-01-05
Hey man, ya gotta cigarette?
No.
Any part of a dollar seventy-five?
No.
Spare stick of gum?
Fucking hell, Dad, just go buy your own!

 

by ArtemisStrong
1-01-05
Okay boy, 's your turn to do the funny-dance today!
I'm not doing any "funny-dance". I want to just find a shelter that's open.
What, yer scared a-money? Scared to do whadit takes on the streets?
No, I'm scared of losing my fingers to frostbite. It's like thirty below, or haven't you noticed?
Pretty drunk, so can't say that I have.
Ok, I'll do the funny-dance, BUT YOU HAVE TO SUPPORT ME!
Fine. Just this once I'll do my "human beatbox" thing.
    Just this once.

 

by ArtemisStrong
1-01-05
Can you hear me now? He-hah!
That's completely not funny. You're really starting to annoy me now.
'S that guy on TV. Y'see it, right? "Can you hear me now?" Hah-heh!
Look, we'll find some food, okay? We can go dumpster diving.
Since you put it that way -
I hate your fucking guts.

 

by ArtemisStrong
1-02-05
Oh, my son! My son, his life so soon ended!
Oh my poor son, shot down so young in his youth. Ripped from this mortal coil and he hadn't even tasted poontang! Oh my poor wretched dead son!
What the frig are you going on about, Dad? I'm right the fuck-
Shutup with that shit right now, it's rush hour! I'm trying to drum up business! Go back to your corner. And try pissin' your pants like I told ya'!
Okay, but next time we're switching posts! My kidneys can't take much more strain.

 

by ArtemisStrong
1-17-05
Yes, Uranus. It had been awhile since Bruised had been there. By all accounts great changes had happened in the "Windy Planet". The place was obviously still lacking a working sewage system though.
It's like God dropped one big deuce and called it a planet!
Well, that is why I have summoned you here, my old friend. We begin work on the Big Drain tomorrow!
Big Drain? You mean... They're finally gonna have plumbing on this joint?
Yes sah. And bidets. So many bidets.
Sounds great, but... You do remember I'm a librarian by trade. I really... that is... I mean, I have no idea... I can't even unclog a toilet.
Protest elliptically all you want, it doesn't matter! After breakfast, our first stop is the Diarrhea Mines of the Northeast Shigella District. You will need boots and a ladle.

 

by ArtemisStrong
1-17-05
So Bruised worked all day in the Diarrhea Mines, ladling, sorting and cataloguing the feces of an entire population raised on Taco Bell and Pizza Hut.
Alright, old friend, I'm here to check your progress. How's it going?
Fine, I guess. The piles of... uhm... excremental "elements" are behind you over there.
Oh I see- What?! Corn mixed with green beans, mushrooms intermingled with pistachio nutshells? This is all wrong. You must complete the sorting process- by hand!
Christ. At least I'm getting paid by the hour.
Oh, one other thing. We're out of gloves.
We had gloves?

 

by ArtemisStrong
1-17-05
So the work went for days. Bruised was tired but he used the thought that he was a part of the most innovative sewage project in the universe to console him in the dark watches of the night.
What are we looking at now?
This, my old friend, is the Spicy Thai Reservoir. Here we will store the megaliters of watery red pumpkin soup dookie of all the planet.
Amazing. Your attention to detail is second to none. But why? Why go through the effort?
The concept is called, simply enough, "Recycling Food". Using this method we could feed Uranus for a millenia. But we wont.
No? But dear God why?
Why, it's about commerce. We shall be the biggest producers of... You look confused. Oh, my poor dear old friend, I think it's time we had a talk about what goes into making a McRib.

 

by ArtemisStrong
1-17-05
From the edifice of Mt. Ghrelin, Bruised and Bloodied survey the end-result of months of labor:
So much poop.
Yah... er... look at it... so... uhm... beautiful?
Yes, my good old friend. Beautiful! I don't just see piles of doo-doo, I see piles of money! Carls Jr., Checkers, Jack-In-The-Box, all will kneel to me and my wealth of secret sauce!
One thing I must have missed. Uhm, where was the gigantic facility for sterilizing the feces, maybe cooking out all the bacteria and whatnot?
What do you think gives it that special flavor? Now go fetch a spoon, it's time for the royal taste test!
Man, this job, this place, the ever-pervading reek of shit... My lord, how it beats working in a library!

 

by ArtemisStrong
1-17-05
And so Bruised lived holding that dark secret till the end of his days. Which wasn't very long, him contracting bacillary dysentery and all.
Man, I'm sorry, dude. I mean, lots of that shit was mine. I mean, lots.
I always knew Uranus would be the death of me.

 

by ArtemisStrong
1-28-05
You will give me a cigarette.
Sorry, don't smoke.
You will go to the store across the street and buy me a pack of Lucky Strikes.
Dude, I aint buying your hobo-ass any cigarettes! Now back the hell off, you smelly drunk!
Dad, I wont tell you again -
You do NOT have Force powers.
You will can that shit right now, mister. You will go scrounge up some change to buy Daddy a beer. You will do all this or get beat down.

 

by ArtemisStrong
2-02-05
I got the job!
I'm buying beer!
Well, get your shoes on!

 

by ArtemisStrong
2-02-05
This isn't making me as much money as I planned.

 

by ArtemisStrong
2-08-05
I've been told my sense of humor is "absurdist".
Example?
*GNNNT!* There, I just shit your pants.

 

by ArtemisStrong
2-11-05
That new sub, what do you make of him?
At first I thought he was a lost 'tard from the "Life Skills for Adults" class.
And is he alone with the kids right now?
Uhh...
'kay, kids, today 'm gonna' show you all the different parts of the body a human can shave. Who wants to volunteer to be my helper?

 

by ArtemisStrong
2-11-05
Here at Hotel L'imacea, we pride ourselves on quality. I want you to get this room looking as clean as possible. You have thirty minutes. Let's go!
Do you get the Spice Channel in these rooms?
Yes. I'll go get the biscuit.

 

by ArtemisStrong
2-14-05
Uh. Hi. Is this the place that had the ad "Need Cool Friendly Type To Help Change The World."?
Sure is, my man. Welcome to the "Kind Connection Commune"! We live, share and learn!
Oh, eh, so when can I fill out my W-2 forms?
Yah, well we aint got nothing like that here. This is a hippie-commune. Peace, Love, Free Herb, that kinda' thing.
And you're the only one here? I mean what kind of "free love" could there be if there's only one-
I'm not alone anymore! Follow me to the massage room. And bring wood and oil.

 

by ArtemisStrong
2-18-05
It's 1916. I'm preparing to push Gregor's crusty leftovers under his door.
Gregor, I'm pushing your food in now!
I miss that guy, putrescent dung and all.

 

by ArtemisStrong
2-24-05
-And, Jeremy, you have yourself a happy taco day!
Yah man, catch ya' later!
That's what it's really all about. Getting together, drinkin' sum beers, smoking a coupla bowls.
Good Times. So... where were we?
Um. Let's see... We should probably get the folks strewn about the crash-site first, then work on the ones trapped in the blazing schoolbus.
Dude, being a paramedic is SO fucking cool!

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