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Right. Do all of you remember TheSequelofDisney's "Random Stuff" thread?

So, feeling inspired by Sequel's idea, I feel we should take it a step further. Why not create a thread where we can post not just 'random stuff', but if desired, total nonsense.

We'll have fun laughing at eachother's goofiness and discovering our own eccentricity. I hope you don't think I'm touched in the head or something...it's nothing like that. I just wanted to try out something new. The madness of this thread accounts for the madness of the title: "The "Tralala" Thread".

So...fire away!

(By the way, I'll be honoured if Loomis contributes to this thread! After all he has won the most amusing UDer award. )

Lazario's Short Story Theater, Volume 1: Pumpkin Eaters

Virginia and Anatole were walking down the street, looking for a Pumpkin Truck to stop and give them a ride. They were holding big signs saying "we're looking for" and "Pumpkin Trucks." Finally, a truck stopped by and picked them up. They got in the back with the pumpkins. Anatole pulled out a small pouch from his pocket and spilled it all over the floor of the back of the truck. The truck approached a spot of traffic and after 1 minute of waiting, Virginia hopped out of the truck with her sign and sack in hand and motioned for Anatole to follow her. The two walked away from the truck and into the sunset. The truck driver drove the truck to it's destination - a public primary school. It was Halloween day and a class of excited little schoolchildren were ready to cut up their pumpkins for a competition where the winner would get free Hot Lunches for 2 weeks and a gift certificate for free candy at the town's most popular candy store. The driver and some assistants at the school loaded the pumpkins into the classroom where the kids sat with knives and eager smiles. Suddenly, before even one student was able to get their knife inside the ripe, meaty, bright orange pumpkins... green vines grew out of their bottoms and sides - like arms and legs. Then, big, scary black and yellow eyes. The kids began to scream and run to the back of the classroom. What was happening? The pumpkin creatures finished growing and looked around at the class of children with knives. "EEEEEEE!" they all screamed, and they picked up their vine legs with their vine arms and high-tailed it out of their as fast as they could. The kiddies looked at each other and then to their teacher and aids. They were not smiling. A couple started to cry, one yelled and jumped up and down, squealing. The teachers and aids could only stare blankly. One kid started saying, "we want pumpkins!" All the others followed. They started to walk up to the teachers and aids with their knives, with a look of unknowing rage in their little beady-red, bloodshot eyes. What would they do if they weren't given their pumpkins? Only one rational thing to do - split up the prize. One of the aids shouted, "we can get more pumpkins! It will take us 2 hours." All the kids started screaming at the top of their lungs at this horrendous news. "We have to cut something up!" one of them shrieked. Suddenly, the pumpkins re-entered the room and started dancing and singing. This calmed the kids down and they all ate candy corn and drank fruit punch. Until the same aid who suggested more pumpkins got tired and sat down... on a pumpkin, squashing and killing it. The kids all cried and screamed again. They launched their surgical knives into the air, and most of them landed into necks or arms of the teachers and aids. Blood flew all over the place, but the other pumpkins continued singing (and sweating in fear). "Don't stop singing and dancing," 2 of the kids yelled at once. The kids began foaming at the mouth and green slime spurted from their noses. Then they began to melt into piles of purple sludge on the floor. The teachers and aids (those still living) watched in shock. And only finally vomited once they saw the Pumpkins begin to eat the sludge.

Geez, how do I top that? Uhhh, I got back from Anaheim California yesterday. I went to Anime Expo 2006 and Disneyland. Space Mountain is AWESOME!!! The anime convention was fun too. Got lots of cool stuff.


I almost forgot, does anyone know how to get rid of a blister that doesn't involve poking at it with a sewing needle? I have HUGE blisters on the bottom of both my pinky toes. I did so much walking around at Disneyland and anime expo.

I'm in Canada at the moment, went to the International Peace Gardens on the Border yesterday.

Tralala....as in 'Babe'? Too bad we don't have talking threads...

Lazario! That was absolutely...ahem...gory!!! Let's say your post qualifies for "The Stomach Churning Thread". LOL! Anyway, thanks for participating.


Here comes my input:


Lewis Carrot and the Killer Carrot


Once upon a time, on a bright sunny morning, Lewis woke up to hear some unusual noises in his otherwise boring vegetable patch. Grabbing his dressing gown, he exited his house and went to inspect his only means of nutrition; the growing carrots in his garden.

At first glance, everything seemed to be perfectly normal. However, close observation of the soil proved that there were fine orange hairs sticking out in between the soil particles.
"Oh! How lovely!" shouted Lewis "My food colouring has finally caused the soil to mutate into a veggie monster!"

Here, I feel I owe you an explanation. Mr. Carrot was a completely blind and dotty former dermatologist who had recently suffered the so-called corruption of the forebrain, the degeneration of the hypothalamus, and the disintegration of his CNS (Central Nervous System). He was an escapee of the local asylum, and had been on the run for approximately 3 days. On the first day he had put orange food colouring along with carrots in his vegetable patch, and this was the result.

The hairs in the soil started to quiver, and suddenly, a carrot monster erupted from the ground, much to the delight of Mr. Carrot. The monster focused on our rather unfortunate Homo sapien* and in an instant gobbled him up.

Mr. Carrot was ingested into the stomach, and there he was soaked in HCL (Hydrochloric Acid Ph 1) and in Pepsin, until he was broken down into polypeptide chains (made up of proteins). His substances then passed into the duodenum were they were treated with bile juice (from the liver), pancreatic juice and intestinal juice, in all containing the enzymes amylase, lipase, trypsin, maltase and peptidases.

Anyway, to cut a long story short, Mr. Carrot was murdered. His killer carrot would later terrify the neighbourhood, until a kind hearted old lady decided to tame it. The killer carrot then became very sociable, and would even go to fetch a stick if you threw it one.

The old lady christened the genetically modified carrot "Max".

And they lived happily ever after.


*Latin. Genus and species of human being.

Julian Carter wrote:Lazario! That was absolutely...ahem...gory!!! Let's say your post qualifies for "The Stomach Churning Thread". LOL! Anyway, thanks for participating.

What? Oh that... that's nothing. Wait for #2. As soon as I decide on some darn characters, I'll put down my blueprint for my first screenplay (which is yet to be written), entitled (my final-draft and working titles are being kept a closely-guarded secret - because when I'm finished writing the screenplay, in my wildest dreams, I feel like my titles will help sell it to be made into a movie - I know people who have sold screenplays before) "The Dead and the Beautiful."

Lol.

I opened this and thought it was going to be about Gunther.

"I want you to touch my tra-la-la",
JM

Ding-a-ling?

Tra la la. Li La. Lo Lu Lu. Lo Lo Li.

No..........this thread is getting stale!!

All right, then:

Um - bam - boogie!

How about a bad joke?


Lazario's Joke Emporium - Everything Must Go(!!), Inst. 1:

2 Forest Rangers walk into a bar looking for a stolen tree from their park. They take one look at the bar's clientel, and all of the moose and bears inside are sitting at tables with trees next to them. This is the place, they figure. But how are they to tell what tree is the stolen one? They all look the same. One of the Rangers calls for back-up, the other walks into the middle of the bar and holds up his badge, calling for the room's attention. "I am an officer of the law, and you're all being taken in for questioning." Back-up arrives just 1 minute later in the form of white police vans, and as assistant officers and S.W.A.T. trainees usher the bar's patrons outside, the deaf-mute bartender moves out of the way of the bar's TV with a news report no one is paying attention to. The headline reads - "Stolen Tree Recovered." As the last one in the bar closes the wide-open double-doors, a big white banner reveals the words - "Tree Huggers' Assembly."

Lesbian.

Spank.

Inferno.

Watch Coupling or ask Netty or me if you don't understand...

Escapay

"and she thinks I collect women's ears in a bucket"

"We knew it was time to go every time a bar was named after her."

A totally silly poem about Mulan.

MULAN

Your beauty
Measures with serenity
You're clever
Like an overgrown beaver

You cut your hair
And I don't care
You got a sword
So what? I'm bored

You defeated the Huns
Without using guns
You saved China
Go have a banana


P.S. You don't need to criticize, because I myself, think that my poem totally sucked.

Nice poem Slyslayer3000...your contribution to this 'silly' thread is appreciated.

My cat Pom Pom likes my neighbour's cat Ding Dong. They are so terribly in love, so infatuated with emotion that they had children. They had four kittens; Pom Ding, Pom Dong, Ding Pom, Dong Pom. They are so adorable; Dong Pom being the exception. He was born with one eye, so we call him the cyclops.

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All that you have read above is fictitious. Any similarity of any kind to any of your feline pets is coincidental. (C) Copyright 2006 Pom Pom Productions LTD.


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Escapay, you baffled me by what you wrote, so I suppose I need an explanation from you or Netty. lol!

That poem rocks.

Nice poem Mr. Deeds...