Quote me or quote me not

SparkyTech

I dare ye to quote me as I quote you

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

So if you quote me, I shall feel rather spiffying much like Shakespeare here.

Dare they not tantalize my wishes?

SparkyTech wrote:

Quote Me Biotches

I was eating pie

I was eating pie



And this, ode be picture of said banoffee pie


:cool:

Star Lord

Bananahammockbudgiesmugglers!

SparkyTech

DamoElDiablo wrote: »

Bananahammockbudgiesmugglers!

SparkyTech wrote:

Indeed. Quote. End Quote

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SparkyTech

FoxT

Shall I compare thee to a toffee pie?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
I’d gorge on good banoffee till I die ,
But give it up to have you as my mate:
Sometimes too hot desire burns in my heart,
And often do I wish my lust more tame;
You grumble that you’re not a bloody tart!
But cheer me up no end when you are game:
And then I think of love and constancy
Banoffee pie doth never have your moods!
It lies there waiting for me patiently,
And gives me ease when fickle love eludes.

Your moods at times can leave a man hard pressed
Banoffee pie will always soothe my breast!

SparkyTech

FoxT wrote: »

Shall I compare thee to a toffee pie?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
I’d gorge on good banoffee till I die ,
But give it up to have you as my mate:
Sometimes too hot desire burns in my heart,
And often do I wish my lust more tame;
You grumble that you’re not a bloody tart!
But cheer me up no end when you are game:
And then I think of love and constancy
Banoffee pie doth never have your moods!
It lies there waiting for me patiently,
And gives me ease when fickle love eludes.

Your moods at times can leave a man hard pressed
Banoffee pie will always soothe my breast!

Darling, not in front of the children! I dare say we shall have merang shenannigans next :eek:

FoxT

Good Banoffee is never the outcome of mere chance.

Meringue just doesn't come close.

SparkyTech

Oh really?

These meringue's look pretty turdy to me

FoxT

Ugh! They look like Colon Polyps.

sNarah

/munches

FoxT

/munchies on de colon polyps. like?

Indeed, sNarah, you are a wonderfully kinky girl, much to be applauded. Can I send you a PM after my next irrigation?

SparkyTech

Stars, hide your fires!
Let not light see my black and deep desires.

Paddy The Pirate

Arskin flasrsterm?

Squarewave

Irrelevant Bourbon Cream.

Paddy The Pirate

Squarewave wrote: »

Irrelevant Bourbon Cream.

He doesnt eat biscuits only bicuit owners

SparkyTech

Im sad. Where has the standards and morals of this thread one used to hold so high in ones self esteem gone down to? No decent olde ee english quotes Piddely pooo.



Here is an ANGRY Bourbon Biscut. He's enraged I tell you, pure and hatred evil.

Matt Holck

who made you the top dog of on topic ?

Sarky

I did. It was a super secret ceremony, so not everyone was invited. Actually it was so secret that SparkyTech wasn't invited! But it happened, and it's irreversible.

SparkyTech

I hope you brought the praprika so. Need to season my humble pie (sobs hysterically).

Matt Holck

I can't stand arguments or conversation

SparkyTech

Matt Holck wrote: »

I can't stand arguments or conversation

How about a single plum, soaking in perfume, served in a man’s hat?

Matt Holck

I'll do it myself

Matt Holck 04-15-2010, 11:02 PM
I rewrote to the lyric to "The Art of Suicide"

I wrote a pie song
to the tune of Emilie Autumn's "the art of suicide"
which I hasten to say already has great lyrics




the art of making pie,
sealing filling
with crinkled crimped pastry ring.
The contents steep inside
juices and fruit
and spices kept under the crust.

Under the arches pushed up be the steam
escaping though slits cut across the crusting
Rise
Rises in whiffs
That carry the smell of the concealed contents
Rise to the brain
That singles the spill of the salivary gland
Rise while we're drooling
Just for a taste of that hot pie filling
I want the pie
I want the pie

The art of cooling pie,
piping and crisp
set onto the window seal lips
Delicious, It's gone she cried
pie snatched away
by thieves that were passing that way

...

Pie is not like making cupcakes
with a simple batter that's poured into a hole
no, the dough must be rolled
cut and pressed for the fillings it holds

Pie is not like making cupcakes
with a simple batter that's poured into a hole
no, the dough must be rolled
cut and pressed for the fillings it holds

...

the bruises on the cherries
melt into the pie
the worms within the apples
melt into the pie
the sour of the lemons
melt into the pie