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Views expressed by Sleep Talkin' Man rarely reflect the opinions of waking Adam.
Especially the desire to exterminate all vegetarians (but he does hate lentils.)

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Mar 3 2011

"I'm not looking for you. I'm looking for my dragon. Draaaaaaagoooooon! Dragooooon! Draaaaagooooooooon! Drag- Oh! There you are. Good dragon. Good draaagoooon."

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"This is you. This is your face. This is your face covered in feces. This is you: a shit-faced puss-sucking mother-fucking toss-arse. And this is a flower. A pretty flower. Difference: face covered in shit, pretty flower. Hmm."
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14 comments:

  1. Well, they were.... interesting to say the least. I especially like the dragon one ^_^

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  2. Like "this is your brain on drugs" but with the unique STM spin. Haha!!!

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  3. The second one reminds me of the Old Spice ads.

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  4. surely, since STM is British, that should be faeces?

    Sorry

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  5. Doubting Richard - My poor American brain can't always get it right!

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  6. Now I see people writing down the second one and sticking it in their pocket IN CASE they get into an argument. Then searching through their pockets fruitlessly looking for it while actually arguing with someone.

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  7. The dragon must not be a very big dragon, or they painted his toenails red so he could hide in the strawberry patch so STM has to look for him.

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  8. I, too, now want a dragon. T_T

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  9. "Look upon this picture, and on this...." - Hamlet

    A pity Shakespeare didn't have STM as a resource (though he did manage to come up with some good insults).......... 7@=Q

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  10. No he's not you're dragon he's my dragon! Come here dragon, come on! Haha, just love that one, that needs to be a shirt for sure!

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  11. amyb - that's exactly what I thought of too!

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  12. Clearly, MsM, the only answer is to practice it, several times a day, until it comes naturally without having to read it. I suggest this practice could be done while driving.

    (Driving to California for our first Christmas together, my honey woke me from a light doze, cursing the passing trucker who'd forced us onto the shoulder: "Dip-shit drippy-dicked mother-fucker!" I couldn't believe how easily it fell off her tongue, but she confessed it was her go-to insult for road rage, and thus, got a lot of use.)

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  13. the flower killed me. so out of nowhere...i had to contain myself so as not to upset the neighbors on the other side of the thin wall

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