Not an update, just humor ^_^
Mar. 9th, 2011 02:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tabi_essentiallyThis is not an update, but it is something I want to share with you all in hopes that it gives you a big laugh, like it did to me.
It's called the mangler.
So you put a web page into it, and it chops up all of the phrases and links, even the comments, and rearranges them mathematically or something. Well, the results are consistently hilarious. For instance, I stuck the link for "My Blue Heaven" into it, and here are some of the lines it gave back to me. (Italicized comments are my own, by the way.)
So I had this ridiculous, superior smirk, he kissed a girl in the car, haphazard and careless, yammering on the wall. It's probably not a lot of his face.
(Aww, not a lot on his face. Too bad!)
Eames shrugs and casually chews on his thigh.
(Way to be casual Eames!)
He knows where it is, because it's not pain, really, just a bunch of clothes on hangers, in plastic bags.
(So much better than pain, I think.)
"I did it in my parents' basement with an active imagination xD I love skeevy and creepy.
(That's the only way to do it.)
All of the pajama top down his chest. He grabs the back of the pajama bottoms down. Four on the porch as they re-inflated the goddamn thing and made sure to plug it up.
(I definitely feel like this is pajama sex on the porch, or something.)
It felt like it, then whatever. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes, even the most fun. He was playful.
(Even the most fun, playful ones make mistakes, whatever.)
The coat ends up being a dick about it and reading into it, also fun, for me.
(Even the coat was being a dick about it!)
But Arthur's need for clothes is a disturbing one.
(I AGREE WITH THIS. DOWN WITH CLOTHES. YOU DO NOT NEED THEM.)
He can still dream so vividly after working in his mouth and wonders why he's holding it back.
(O_O)
Mischievous!Arthur is coming from inside your pants.
(JESUS, ARTHUR.)
The sofa is covered with a long, wide mouth had sunk its top teeth into him.
(That's like something directly out of Nightmare On Elm Street.)
He likes having had his own blanket, and Arthur are amazing. I want to upset him.
(Gosh, don't we all want to upset him?)
He hears him sit down on the back of his mouth and wonders why he's holding it back.
(Umm.)
He doesn't generally discriminate between ladies and men, as long as they leave.
(Just GTFO/)
Eames shrugs and casually chews on his arm stands up.
(Stop chewing on things, Eames, it does nothing to make you casual!)
No one else, not a single other soul on earth, is allowed on top of the best. Arthur's good mood had returned about ten minutes earlier when Eames comes into focus above him.
(I'm pretty sure something sexy is going on here, just not sure what.)
Arthur wakes up alone in the ass that fandom decided to stick in the details.
(I swear, in this fandom, Arthur wakes up in the strangest places.)
Arthur... Arthur... Something shaking, something shaking him, hands on his ass?
(Yes? Is it asking me? My answer is yes.)
"Hey, Eames," he says, reaching for the win!
(Go for it, Arthur! Reach for the win!)
You're being such a little rat condo.
(Damn it, stop being a rat condo.)
Slowly, quietly, Arthur eases himself out of you, he does when he's got to have some fun with that.
(I swear to god, when did this become a second person story! I've never written one and never will. *blush*)
The sofa is covered with a glance, and Arthur relies on his ass?
(EVERYONE RELIES ON ARTHUR'S ASS.)
And I highly recommend falling onto an air mattress, asshole.
(Take my advice, asshole!)
The Glock falls from his blanket and undressed him slowly.
(My new pairing: Arthur/Glock.)
Eames goes to the top of the car and head up to you later. "After I fuck with you a little odd, really."
(Eames, it sounds more than a little odd, to me.)
Anyway! That was too funny not to share.
I'll have an update on Plenty Of Good Thieves either tomorrow or Friday you guys! ^_^ I'm working on it now. :D
It's called the mangler.
So you put a web page into it, and it chops up all of the phrases and links, even the comments, and rearranges them mathematically or something. Well, the results are consistently hilarious. For instance, I stuck the link for "My Blue Heaven" into it, and here are some of the lines it gave back to me. (Italicized comments are my own, by the way.)
So I had this ridiculous, superior smirk, he kissed a girl in the car, haphazard and careless, yammering on the wall. It's probably not a lot of his face.
(Aww, not a lot on his face. Too bad!)
Eames shrugs and casually chews on his thigh.
(Way to be casual Eames!)
He knows where it is, because it's not pain, really, just a bunch of clothes on hangers, in plastic bags.
(So much better than pain, I think.)
"I did it in my parents' basement with an active imagination xD I love skeevy and creepy.
(That's the only way to do it.)
All of the pajama top down his chest. He grabs the back of the pajama bottoms down. Four on the porch as they re-inflated the goddamn thing and made sure to plug it up.
(I definitely feel like this is pajama sex on the porch, or something.)
It felt like it, then whatever. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes, even the most fun. He was playful.
(Even the most fun, playful ones make mistakes, whatever.)
The coat ends up being a dick about it and reading into it, also fun, for me.
(Even the coat was being a dick about it!)
But Arthur's need for clothes is a disturbing one.
(I AGREE WITH THIS. DOWN WITH CLOTHES. YOU DO NOT NEED THEM.)
He can still dream so vividly after working in his mouth and wonders why he's holding it back.
(O_O)
Mischievous!Arthur is coming from inside your pants.
(JESUS, ARTHUR.)
The sofa is covered with a long, wide mouth had sunk its top teeth into him.
(That's like something directly out of Nightmare On Elm Street.)
He likes having had his own blanket, and Arthur are amazing. I want to upset him.
(Gosh, don't we all want to upset him?)
He hears him sit down on the back of his mouth and wonders why he's holding it back.
(Umm.)
He doesn't generally discriminate between ladies and men, as long as they leave.
(Just GTFO/)
Eames shrugs and casually chews on his arm stands up.
(Stop chewing on things, Eames, it does nothing to make you casual!)
No one else, not a single other soul on earth, is allowed on top of the best. Arthur's good mood had returned about ten minutes earlier when Eames comes into focus above him.
(I'm pretty sure something sexy is going on here, just not sure what.)
Arthur wakes up alone in the ass that fandom decided to stick in the details.
(I swear, in this fandom, Arthur wakes up in the strangest places.)
Arthur... Arthur... Something shaking, something shaking him, hands on his ass?
(Yes? Is it asking me? My answer is yes.)
"Hey, Eames," he says, reaching for the win!
(Go for it, Arthur! Reach for the win!)
You're being such a little rat condo.
(Damn it, stop being a rat condo.)
Slowly, quietly, Arthur eases himself out of you, he does when he's got to have some fun with that.
(I swear to god, when did this become a second person story! I've never written one and never will. *blush*)
The sofa is covered with a glance, and Arthur relies on his ass?
(EVERYONE RELIES ON ARTHUR'S ASS.)
And I highly recommend falling onto an air mattress, asshole.
(Take my advice, asshole!)
The Glock falls from his blanket and undressed him slowly.
(My new pairing: Arthur/Glock.)
Eames goes to the top of the car and head up to you later. "After I fuck with you a little odd, really."
(Eames, it sounds more than a little odd, to me.)
Anyway! That was too funny not to share.
I'll have an update on Plenty Of Good Thieves either tomorrow or Friday you guys! ^_^ I'm working on it now. :D
