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Skullbitch Singalong

In the tradition of the old skullbitch singalong pages. Now he likes drinking songs. Retarded ones.

12,000 empty bottles on the wall
12,000 empty bottles
take one down
confirm that it's empty
put it back in disgust
Still 12,000 empty bottles on the wall
repeat, etc.

10 trillion toilets in the stall
10 trillion toilets
take one out
poop in it
put it back
again, 10 trillion toilets in the stall
Repeat ad nauseum

1700 slices of bread on the wall
1700 slices of bread
take one down
toast it
put it back
1700 slices of bread on the wall (1 toasted)
and so on.

The Profile

It's my AIM profile. It's a doozy.

Whistle. Thistle. Both good words in their own little way, but less useful in diplomatic situations than a few particular macadamia nuts would prefer. Nevertheless, we cannot forget the contributions chicken feathers and twine made to the war effort in the 1830s. Without their assistance we would surely not have the letter W today. Can you imagine a world without W? I can. An orld. I don't want to live in an orld. Orlds are for people with no toes. And I have toes. 13 of them. This of course leads me to certain recollections of yesteryear, an individual of much renown for his delicious minty flavor. He sailed the world in a taco shell and defended Poland from the Klingon invasion in 1245. All people owe him a debt of gratitude that cannot be measured in the Imperial system or even in the metric. And how can one mention the metric system without mentioning its illustrious illustrator, Marco WaterPolo. But that is a story for another day and another profile.

The Script

This is the script started on the newdoom.com forums. It has no beginning, no end, and no point. It just blathers on for eternity.


/me reaches into large open cavity in head and pulls out a duck, which begins quacking incessantly

CUT TO: Bill Gates sitting in his posh office.

BILL GATES: I wish I had a turkey.

CUT TO: /me holding the duck

GEORGE BUSH stumbles onto the stage from the right and bites the head off the duck. He then collapses through the floor and into a meat grinder.

The camera pulls back to reveal three cows turning the crank on the grinder. They are wearing bandanas over their faces, bandito style.

CUT TO: Bill Gates and his office

The ground meat falls on BILL GATES' lap.

BILL GATES: YAY! TURKEY!

A pie flies from stage left and strikes BILL GATES in the face

SFX: canned laughter

BILL GATES: And I would have gotten away with it too, if it hadn't been for you meddling kids!

TITLECARD: THE END

Anouncer (V.O):
(screams) THE! END!

FADE TO MAGENTA

Estabilishing shot: A stump with a headless duck sitting on it

CUT TO: The inside of the stump, in which there are two walnuts, both with small dollops of cheez whiz on top

NUT #1: Dear friend, there seems to be a duck upon our stump!

NUT #2: Indeed, there is! Outrage! If only that squirrel had not removed us from Big_Al!

CUT TO: The stump again

GEORGE BUSH staggers in from the right and spits the ducks head into the stump.

GEORGE BUSH: Bleagh! Tastes like Turban!

GEORGE BUSH throws himself over the stump, and disapears.

The camera ROTATES around to the RIGHT, revealing that the stump is perched on the edge of a cliff.

GEORGE BUSH falls a goodly distance and lands in a large taco.

CUT TO: the nuts

NUT #1: Oh dear. That must have been painful.

CUT TO: Stock footage of a duck flying

NUT #2: Well, there goes the duck.

CUT TO: BILL GATES standing in front of a still shot of the eifel tower

BILL GATES: (nasaly voice) Of course, this tower would be much more user friendly if it was powered by Windows XP.

A cockroach knocks over the eifel tower.

BILL GATES: CURSE YOU COCKROACH!

In the background, WINONA RYDER crouches furtively over some clothes. She is holding a pair of left handed scissors.

WINONA RYDER: DAMN!! I can't use these left handed scissors as I have no hands!

She drops the scissors and leaves the store.

FADE TO BLACK

FADE TO: A small cardboard box, covered in glitter.

The box opens, and a midget tumbles out.

MIDGET: THE! END!

FADE TO: A still shot of Doom_Dude sitting on a flaming couch

DOOM_DUDE: (totally without emotion) Ouch.

FADE TO BLACK








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