Oh man have I been there.
I saw Tep today, a little worried about him...
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Re: I saw Tep today, a little worried about him...
"Ain't no party like an S Club party!'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
Re: I saw Tep today, a little worried about him...
"Suck our Earth dick, Martians!" —Doc
- Dr. Medulla
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Re: I saw Tep today, a little worried about him...
"Ain't no party like an S Club party!'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
- Dr. Medulla
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Re: I saw Tep today, a little worried about him...
"Ain't no party like an S Club party!'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
Re: I saw Tep today, a little worried about him...
Here's what ChatGPT came back with from the prompt Make up a story about Dr. Medulla, his left nut, Shakin' Stevens and a graveyard in Saskatchewan:
Once upon a time, in the vast prairies of Saskatchewan, there lived a peculiar man named Dr. Medulla. He wasn't your average doctor; instead, he was a self-proclaimed expert in the obscure field of parapsychology and metaphysical anomalies. Dr. Medulla had an eccentric aura about him, with wild hair and a penchant for wearing mismatched socks.
Now, Dr. Medulla had a peculiar condition that set him apart from others—he possessed an extraordinary left nut. This wasn't just any ordinary testicle; it was rumored to hold mystical powers, granting him insights into the unseen realms. Dr. Medulla treasured his left nut dearly, believing it to be the key to unlocking the mysteries of the universe.
One chilly autumn evening, Dr. Medulla found himself wandering through a desolate graveyard on the outskirts of town. He was on a quest for enlightenment, seeking answers to questions that had plagued his mind for years. As he strolled amongst the tombstones, a haunting melody caught his attention.
It was the voice of Shakin' Stevens, the legendary Welsh rock 'n' roll singer, echoing through the stillness of the night. Dr. Medulla was puzzled by this unexpected encounter but intrigued nonetheless. He followed the sound of the music until he stumbled upon a lone figure standing amidst the graves, strumming a guitar under the pale moonlight.
Shakin' Stevens, with his slicked-back hair and leather jacket, seemed out of place in the quiet cemetery. Yet, there he was, serenading the departed souls with his soulful tunes. Dr. Medulla approached him cautiously, his curiosity piqued.
"Ahoy there, good sir!" Dr. Medulla greeted, his voice echoing in the chilly night air.
Shakin' Stevens turned to face him, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? A lost soul wandering amongst the dead?"
Dr. Medulla chuckled nervously, feeling a sense of camaraderie with the enigmatic singer. "Not lost, per se, but rather on a quest for knowledge. I am Dr. Medulla, seeker of the arcane and the unknown."
Shakin' Stevens nodded knowingly, strumming his guitar with practiced ease. "A seeker, eh? Well, you've come to the right place, my friend. This graveyard holds more secrets than meets the eye."
Intrigued, Dr. Medulla listened intently as Shakin' Stevens regaled him with tales of lost souls and restless spirits. The two men bonded over their shared love for the mysterious and the supernatural, exchanging stories long into the night.
As the first light of dawn began to peek over the horizon, Dr. Medulla felt a strange sensation stirring within him. It was as if his left nut was vibrating with an otherworldly energy, pulsating with newfound power. With a sense of awe and wonder, he realized that the graveyard had bestowed upon him a gift beyond comprehension.
With a newfound sense of purpose, Dr. Medulla bid farewell to Shakin' Stevens and the graveyard, knowing that his journey was far from over. Armed with his mystical left nut and the wisdom gleaned from the night's encounter, he set forth into the unknown, ready to uncover the secrets of the universe one enigma at a time.
Once upon a time, in the vast prairies of Saskatchewan, there lived a peculiar man named Dr. Medulla. He wasn't your average doctor; instead, he was a self-proclaimed expert in the obscure field of parapsychology and metaphysical anomalies. Dr. Medulla had an eccentric aura about him, with wild hair and a penchant for wearing mismatched socks.
Now, Dr. Medulla had a peculiar condition that set him apart from others—he possessed an extraordinary left nut. This wasn't just any ordinary testicle; it was rumored to hold mystical powers, granting him insights into the unseen realms. Dr. Medulla treasured his left nut dearly, believing it to be the key to unlocking the mysteries of the universe.
One chilly autumn evening, Dr. Medulla found himself wandering through a desolate graveyard on the outskirts of town. He was on a quest for enlightenment, seeking answers to questions that had plagued his mind for years. As he strolled amongst the tombstones, a haunting melody caught his attention.
It was the voice of Shakin' Stevens, the legendary Welsh rock 'n' roll singer, echoing through the stillness of the night. Dr. Medulla was puzzled by this unexpected encounter but intrigued nonetheless. He followed the sound of the music until he stumbled upon a lone figure standing amidst the graves, strumming a guitar under the pale moonlight.
Shakin' Stevens, with his slicked-back hair and leather jacket, seemed out of place in the quiet cemetery. Yet, there he was, serenading the departed souls with his soulful tunes. Dr. Medulla approached him cautiously, his curiosity piqued.
"Ahoy there, good sir!" Dr. Medulla greeted, his voice echoing in the chilly night air.
Shakin' Stevens turned to face him, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? A lost soul wandering amongst the dead?"
Dr. Medulla chuckled nervously, feeling a sense of camaraderie with the enigmatic singer. "Not lost, per se, but rather on a quest for knowledge. I am Dr. Medulla, seeker of the arcane and the unknown."
Shakin' Stevens nodded knowingly, strumming his guitar with practiced ease. "A seeker, eh? Well, you've come to the right place, my friend. This graveyard holds more secrets than meets the eye."
Intrigued, Dr. Medulla listened intently as Shakin' Stevens regaled him with tales of lost souls and restless spirits. The two men bonded over their shared love for the mysterious and the supernatural, exchanging stories long into the night.
As the first light of dawn began to peek over the horizon, Dr. Medulla felt a strange sensation stirring within him. It was as if his left nut was vibrating with an otherworldly energy, pulsating with newfound power. With a sense of awe and wonder, he realized that the graveyard had bestowed upon him a gift beyond comprehension.
With a newfound sense of purpose, Dr. Medulla bid farewell to Shakin' Stevens and the graveyard, knowing that his journey was far from over. Armed with his mystical left nut and the wisdom gleaned from the night's encounter, he set forth into the unknown, ready to uncover the secrets of the universe one enigma at a time.
Let fury have the hour, anger can be power
D'you know that you can use it?
-- There's no fairytale ending with cocaine.
D'you know that you can use it?
-- There's no fairytale ending with cocaine.
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Re: I saw Tep today, a little worried about him...
Mismatched socks!
"Ain't no party like an S Club party!'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
Re: I saw Tep today, a little worried about him...
Wild hair!
Let fury have the hour, anger can be power
D'you know that you can use it?
-- There's no fairytale ending with cocaine.
D'you know that you can use it?
-- There's no fairytale ending with cocaine.
Re: I saw Tep today, a little worried about him...
Spiff, you had me at "This wasn't just any ordinary testicle; it was rumored to hold mystical powers"
God, what a mess, on the ladder of success
Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung
Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung
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We reach the parts other combos cannot reach
We beach the beachheads other armies cannot beach
We speak the tongues other mouths cannot speak
We beach the beachheads other armies cannot beach
We speak the tongues other mouths cannot speak
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We reach the parts other combos cannot reach
We beach the beachheads other armies cannot beach
We speak the tongues other mouths cannot speak
We beach the beachheads other armies cannot beach
We speak the tongues other mouths cannot speak
- Dr. Medulla
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Re: I saw Tep today, a little worried about him...
"Ain't no party like an S Club party!'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
- Dr. Medulla
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Re: I saw Tep today, a little worried about him...
"Ain't no party like an S Club party!'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
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Re: I saw Tep today, a little worried about him...
I don't remember agreeing to a biopic about me. My dealer... I mean lawyer says I don't have a case.
We reach the parts other combos cannot reach
We beach the beachheads other armies cannot beach
We speak the tongues other mouths cannot speak
We beach the beachheads other armies cannot beach
We speak the tongues other mouths cannot speak