i searched for insanity once. i threw a pile of sardines into a bath full of custard and hung upside down above it for a day dressed as a vicar with a violin tied to my chest. when i looked in the mirror i found it.

Me... I just looked in the SFN Staff room.

I read this great book called the Necronomicon. I especially liked the part about "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn".

I read this great book called the Necronomicon. I especially liked the part about "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn".

 

H. P. L. did have some personal knowledge of insanity. Probably too much opium.

Isanity hmmmm....

The only thing that comes to mind is Crazy Laura

a good friend of mine that refuses to use microwaves, televisions, radios or cell phones due to the fact she is afraid of radiation. She is also alergic to about every substance know to man.

 

Crazy poeple sure make me feel crazy

Penguin.

Joan of Arc, schizophrenics, and television mediums all hear voices.

A wise man once told me... "Station marclar smurfing marclar smurfs"

Joan of Arc, schizophrenics, and television mediums all hear voices.

 

Luckily these days very few are burned at the stake because of it.

Every day I wake up from beeping noises. I get out of bed, stand under some artificial rain for a couple of minutes pretending that I like it (contrary to "real" rain). Then get dressed... then I eat: the first sane thing of the day... Then I go to another building only to sit behind a square light with pictures and symbols for a whole day, watching them change while I push some keys with symbols.

 

Am I insane? I don't see how I produce any food or how I increase my chances to mate... yet I do this every day, thinking it is the right thing to do.

i searched for insanity once. i threw a pile of sardines into a bath full of custard and hung upside down above it for a day dressed as a vicar with a violin tied to my chest. when i looked in the mirror i found it.

Try the other Google links. That was just the first.

 

Me... I just looked in the SFN Staff room.

Hey, that was a one-time thing. Blike brought the grape juice, swansont had some radium and it was ecoli's art history book....

 

I read this great book called the Necronomicon. I especially liked the part about "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn".

Oh, thanks a LOT. I bought that on tape and now you've ruined it. How about a spoiler warning next time?

 

H. P. L. did have some personal knowledge of insanity. Probably too much opium.

Mmmmmmm, opium.

 

Isanity hmmmm....

The only thing that comes to mind is Crazy Laura

a good friend of mine that refuses to use microwaves, televisions, radios or cell phones due to the fact she is afraid of radiation. She is also alergic to about every substance know to man.

 

Crazy poeple sure make me feel crazy

Tell Laura about radiation curing allergies, then watch the fun ensue.

 

Penguin.

That reminds me of a story.

 

Joan of Arc, schizophrenics, and television mediums all hear voices.

I used to have a television medium but now I have a television wide.

 

A wise man once told me... "Station marclar smurfing marclar smurfs"

Define "station".

 

Luckily these days very few are burned at the stake because of it.

Mmmmmm, burned stake!

 

Every day I wake up from beeping noises. I get out of bed, stand under some artificial rain for a couple of minutes pretending that I like it (contrary to "real" rain). Then get dressed... then I eat: the first sane thing of the day... Then I go to another building only to sit behind a square light with pictures and symbols for a whole day, watching them change while I push some keys with symbols.

 

Am I insane? I don't see how I produce any food or how I increase my chances to mate... yet I do this every day, thinking it is the right thing to do.

There are microbes in the drain of your artificial rain thingy. You produce food for them when you pee there. Come on, you know you do.

Well, wadda ya know. You can rollerskate in a buffalo herd.

Especially since the holidays are near, listening to and singing Cthulhu Christmas carols is recommended for maximum insanity.

Define "station".

 

In the language of the superintelligent being Station from Bill and Ted's bogus journey, that means ummm ... a thing that gets used when two women love each other very much... though you may have missed a slight inflection and meant "station" which is a genus of molluscs.

A dildo is a peg (one of two) stuck in the side of a dinghy in place of rowlocks. Seriously! It's true.

Yes I know, it's the three-headed monkey.

sigh whats all the fuss about the dingo in the tutu. he only wants some tuna for his kittens.

"station" which is a genus of molluscs.

 

as in cru station?

I accidentally my mental health, is this bad?

Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.

 

I think that is a meaningful and grammatically correct sentence. Am I insane?

I think you`re ALL mad!

and I`m qualified to say this because I`m not insane (my mom had me tested when I was a kid and they said I was Special, no mention of "Insane" ever!).

Not I, I started a savings account with the ambition of becoming merely eccentric.

Eccentric, you lucky dog! All I ever achieved was weird.

You're all just jealous 'cause the voices are talking to me.

I'm insane in the brain on a train into Spain but the strain is a drain on a plane to Bahrain (in the main, I'm still plain old Miss Jane Charlemagne; if there's rain I'll abstain - makes me vain - what a pain!).