The Isolated Blurt Thread XXI: Killswitch Edition

[lovetoread]

I'm gonna have Arby's for dinner. Thats the only good way to have roast beef.

 

[pointless]

I'm gonna have Arby's for dinner. Thats the only good way to have roast beef followed by explosive diarrhea.

i hear ya, man.

 

[pointless]

Do these turn you on?

http://2.media.collegehumor.cvcdn.com/69/83/5d5738f641b0c12eb3e8e3e305974491.jpg
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/41/5d/9a/415d9aa997d8bb97a763658b7d8536d3.jpg
http://cdn.acidcow.com/pics/20100430/sexy_trees_16.jpg

We'll see who's "they" and who isn't.

the entwives!?!?


i mean, umm, no. that's gross.

 

[yossi]

Chip Butties.

I'll eat potatoes with just about anything. It must be the Irish in me.

 

[yossi]

the entwives!?!?


i mean, umm, no. that's gross.

Mhm.

http://38.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnj2s28sf21qm00hqo1_500.gif

 

[lovetoread]

i hear ya, man.

 

[CleverCowardice]

I'd kick a nun down a flight of stairs for a catfish po' boy.

 

[pointless]

Mhm.

http://38.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnj2s28sf21qm00hqo1_500.gif

you just reminded the nerd in me that david teninch is gonna be the purple man soon. this makes me very happy.

should i have gone with gas? i mean, they both work.

 

[gotsnowgotslush]

I just read an interesting article by Colm Tóibín on the "Sex Lives of the Castrati".

*reads article*

Films covering the subject, were made during a short period of time.
Strange, that the interest in such a thing would re-emerge.


Ah, the French and their Enlightenment.


"...made its way more than four hundred years later into the creation of one of the seminal texts of French criticism, Roland Barthes’s S/Z. The intensity of the text that Barthes’s book seeks to interrogate in minute and forensic detail – Balzac’s Sarrasine – and the intensity of Barthes’s own tone in S/Z may arise from the fact that the notion of the castrato was hotly contested in France. Attitudes towards these singers became a way of signalling prejudices and beliefs. How you felt about the castrato was a badge, a sign."

( gsgs comment- What you did, or did not exhibit, might get you killed. France was glutted with deaths. /end gsgs comment)


http://www.lrb.co.uk/v37/n19/colm-toibin/ravishing

Rivers of blood, accumulating in an ocean of blood.

 

[BabblingBrooke]

I'll eat potatoes with just about anything. It must be the Irish in me.

We really should hang out.

 

[smoothg103rd]

I like this nice me. Anyone else agree?

 

[Disgustipated]

Luk ~ Do you have any Irish in you?
Brooke ~ No

Luk ~ Want some?
Brooke ~ Sure, lemme grab Yossi

 

[smoothg103rd]

We really should hang out.

Heeyyyyyy Brooke. How are you feeling gorgeous?

 

[smoothg103rd]

Luk ~ Do you have any Irish in you?
Brooke ~ No

Luk ~ Want some?
Brooke ~ Sure, lemme grab Yossi

You set this line in the sun? This shit dry ishell.

 

[BabblingBrooke]

Luk ~ Do you have any Irish in you?
Brooke ~ No

Luk ~ Want some?
Brooke ~ Sure, lemme grab Yossi

Yes to this!

 

[Jennifer]

I don't need a reason to push a nun down the stairs. It must be the Irish in me.

 

[Saint Peter]

WT = wind turbine

 

[Saint Peter]

And keep your meathooks off of my nun.

 

[BabblingBrooke]

You have your own nun? Kinky.

 

[pointless]

i have my own nun porn. that's gotta count for something.

 

[Jennifer]

And keep your meathooks off of my nun.

May I put my asshooks on your nun?

 

[Saint Peter]

You have your own nun? Kinky.

I do. Go in peace.

i have my own nun porn. that's gotta count for something.

You do? Come in peace.

May I put my asshooks on your nun?

On or in?

 

[Jennifer]

I do. Go in peace.

You do? Come in peace.

On or in?

One hook in, one hook out.

 

[Disgustipated]

Yes to this!

smoot dippy drip doesn't know how to lay it down for the Lit Lady's.

 

[Mr Noone]

Everything but. Book shopping in Waterstones, dinner at *Jamie Oliver's, tea in The Cat Café (with actual real cats clambering over us), tons of laughs and acting the twat with my best friend Ann.



* deep fried squid with chilli, three cheese gnocchi then molten chocolate pudding with salted caramel ice cream.

Sounds marvelous. Except that "cat café"; I've heard of that—not really my thing.

I don't need a reason to push a nun down the stairs. It must be the Irish in me.

Why does everyone love the Irish so much?

I'm going with lingual skills.