ok,
in expectation of some inspiration I would like to start with a delicate and highly philosophical question:
"isn't it awfully nice to have a penis?" (this, please, shouldn't scare off the female interested; I am indeed extraordinarily interested in the opinion of, say, our better parts*)
the answer to this question is lying on my lips, but hark! why "awfully"? and why "frightfully" in the next line? to me, this clearly indicates the threatening air that wavers about our object of speaking.
that will do for a start,
hoping for some crazy people who would willingly join my group,
thomas.
*it is always interesting when one's better part comments on one's best part. excuse me.

Regard has also be given to the pronounciation: "awfully" is abridged to "awfly" - as if the singer would be frightfully ashamed of presenting his (respetively his best one's respectively his inspired by his or others of his kind best one's) lyrics. And last but(t) not least - what has it to do with the meaning of life?

señorrrr! instead of giving regard to details that are completely relevant and thus of no relevance at all, I would require you to answer my questions first! ok, my best one, I won't be too harsh, but you leave me with the grateful task to answer my own questions, which lacks a quite embarrassing amount of style (not sincerity...). well then, I'll give thee a view...
yes, it actually is nice, even awfully nice to have a penis. I agree to "awfully" in particular, because whenever man becomes reminded of his having a penis, (he of course finds it nice) he is struck with awe everytime anew. but not just he, also any person who becomes aware of someone having a penis, whatever event might evoke this awareness, will be filled with awe. and sometimes, of course, it is simply awful to have a penis: on the beach, for example; or when you forget to close the jeans' door after obligatory happenings; or if you are being misunderstood, saying "hang on"; and so on...
"but don't take it out in public..."
peter



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Regard has also be given to the pronounciation: "awfully" is abridged to "awfly" - as if the singer would be frightfully ashamed of presenting his (respetively his best one's respectively his inspired by his or others of his kind best one's) lyrics. And last but(t) not least - what has it to do with the meaning of life?

Dear Peter,
I awfully enjoyed your etymological justification of our cocktails. Thus, having proved this, we should move on in our tremendous catalogue of yet unanswered and completely senseless questions: where is the fish, for example, and how much is it?; what is the profession of Bigus Dickus?; what is the taste of an African swallow, compared to a European one, or, to dare, of a Southamerican one?; how sweet is it to be an idiot?; what is the weaponry of the Spanish inquisition?; where is the bright side of life?; what is the meaning of "Ekki-ekki-ekki-p'tongg!"?; who is the lord of that castle?; is Pilate's speech defect hereditary, and if, could it be possble to track down his descendants?; and so on...

I have to answer the door now. Must be the liver transplantion company.

Pala

YES!!
I call to the abyss: what joy provideth thee to-day?
miserable fools, that do not know / where the creeks of folly flow.
aaarghh, I love poetry, particularly if it is my own! now, to thy riddles, my beloved...
I believe, bigus' dickus' (latin: "bigi dicki", hihihi) job is taking care of the total and satisfactory satisfaction of the pimperator maximus (as is written in the "anals" of some text I conceived long ago). although I can imagine him cheating, "hic enim corpus meum...", the godless piece of filth.
here I may encourage other persons to answer pala's questions, this is not supposed to be a dialogue... ah by the way, I myself am of course the mentioned weaponry, you ought to know that, pala. and may I ask what did your anwer to the door yesterday contain? and what had it asked, after all?
pete


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Dear Peter,
I awfully enjoyed your etymological justification of our cocktails. Thus, having proved this, we should move on in our tremendous catalogue of yet unanswered and completely senseless questions: where is the fish, for example, and how much is it?; what is the profession of Bigus Dickus?; what is the taste of an African swallow, compared to a European one, or, to dare, of a Southamerican one?; how sweet is it to be an idiot?; what is the weaponry of the Spanish inquisition?; where is the bright side of life?; what is the meaning of "Ekki-ekki-ekki-p'tongg!"?; who is the lord of that castle?; is Pilate's speech defect hereditary, and if, could it be possble to track down his descendants?; and so on...

I have to answer the door now. Must be the liver transplantion company.

Pala

well, then you must be the "something else", the grand-inquisitor always forgets.
The door said: "Good evening."
"Rather astonishing,", I called out in a rather astonished tone, "that doors speak English nowerdays, particularly, when they are produced and used in Germany."
"That's due to some idiotic pun you've tried to do just before leaving your computer", the door gave back and went quiet again.

mesmerizing! I must admit that the advantage is yours, I have never talked to doors... but never mind, I bet you've never been talked to by your wc, actually. when i remember the last earthquake... quite shocking, I thought I was going to be blasted off my driver's seat, a victim of my own sediments, not a very romantic thought at all!
back to the essence:
...
peter


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well, then you must be the "something else", the grand-inquisitor always forgets.
The door said: "Good evening."
"Rather astonishing,", I called out in a rather astonished tone, "that doors speak English nowerdays, particularly, when they are produced and used in Germany."
"That's due to some idiotic pun you've tried to do just before leaving your computer", the door gave back and went quiet again.

who, actually, seem(s) to you the real victim(s) of this great film?
peter

all day I felt like pregnant - with one of my worse ideas, meaning, not funny...
have you ever considered that the extraterrestrial hairship which rescues brian from almost certain tempt..., er, death... that it does somewhat look like the picture that represents this group? I am not an absolute master in aisthetica, but I dare say that this observation is not based on coincidence... well, that could also be understood in the wrong direction...
the clue of this scene is that the ship explodes in the end, ejaculating brian: this confirms of course an other thesis from an other film - "every sperm is saaaaaa- creddd"...
your opinion, please.
peter

I have already had a go at the other group...but there was not only no appreciation, but also no answer.

Does anyone have a herring to spare?

Soph!