Eurgh, my Balrog smells of smoke
"It's always like this when we hang out in Angband. Gothmog fucking chain-smokes. And then he's all like "heeeeyyy, lets go to Lammoth and cause shit". And when I get back Irimë's sent me a message saying like WTF did you do with my half-brother. And then I feel bad. And goddamn I'm still smelling of smoke."
The Tube
Completely worth it for a break from the chthonian filth sausages. The coffee could be better though.
Double Paradox
- "I don't need self-belief. I have self-delusion."
- "You don't really though, do you..."
We here at Delayed Humour Inc would like your feedback on our recent humorous comments. Regarding the comment "You don't really though, do you...", did you:
1. Get the joke, the paradox and underlying serious subtext and think the comment was funny.
2. Think it was funny, but didn't see either the paradox (self-deluded about being self-deluded) or subtext (we really do need self-belief).
3. Think it was amusing, but didn't really understand why.
4. Think I was being mean.
Is it a paradox or a tautology?
Lingua Latina Mala
"Et quinque anni linguae latinae malae. Noli nothis permittere te terere!"
The Sinusitis
Hello hayfever my old friend...
...you've come to stalk my days again.
Because a virus softly creeping
Ascended nasally, now it's seeping
Causing headaches, coughing, dizziness, and membranes to inflame,
Facial pain
This is the si-nusitis.
Dental Hygiene
It is the removal, with that tiny polearm, of the calcified gunk from the glacier of one's teeth that I love so much.
And that ballistic debris, like miniature pyroclasma, catapaulted through the air that sometimes goes up one's nose.
Climbers on teetering peaks in the face of frigid blasts cling, plucked and with noiseless screams are borne away.
Desperate bleating limpets prised from the jagged shore by a wrinkled chattery strandloper.
Those thirty white horses, hoof-picked, brushed and combed.