Bingowings

The Latest Captain America Film (this year). Fun but with really crap CGI.
234 Pixels

Chewtobacca said:

Mike O, do you at least have a friend to whom you can talk about your problems?

EDIT: I mean a real-world friend, not someone online. Tyrphanax is right that we all support you but that there’s only so much that we can do.

^THIS… we are good and all but humans need the human touch and most of us are aliens or computers.

A friend of mine who has been through a rough patch has now got himself a nice girlfriend and seems to be very happy. I wish them both protracted and torturous happiness, fun, good fortune and the best of health.

What if crotchless cyborg spider Darth Maul was bitten by a radioactive spider with only two legs?

They do face death or imprisonment and the possible destruction of an outpost hundreds of years old. I think the reaction is fine.
Imagine the reaction the people of the Spanish mainland would have is someone dropped a small nuke on Gibraltar.

Handcuffs or superglue?

In Soviet editor syntax marksdown you.

TV’s Frink said:

Bingowings said:

Blame Microsoft for upgrading Onedrive to the point where it doesn’t work and I can’t post a picture of W85H.

Blame yourself for being inflexible.

^I just did 😄

Mike O said:

I feel like I’m stuck inside my own head…

Technically speaking you are but it’s a potentially infinite space which can be as much fun as you want it to be with a little bit of effort a little bit of help.

It was almost as funny as Vuvuzela Frink.

I broke a teacup in the dressing room - we’re maaaaaaaad! Of course, I reported it to the police.

Blame Microsoft for upgrading Onedrive to the point where it doesn’t work and I can’t post a picture of W85H.

I don’t generally drink because the other half regularly binge drinks to the point of being annoying and possibly dangerous. When I do get to drink my tolerance is so low because of my long spells of abstinence that I physically can’t drink that much anyway. I was on a bus from Stirling to Edinburgh the other day and there were three drunk people so drunk and disruptive that I found it very uncomfortable to be there.

the seweth’rs belch me up
the heavens spiteth me out
from eth’rs tragic i am b’rn again
and anon i’m with thee anon
inside thy w’rld of wow
to moveth in desires madeth of deadly pretends
till the endeth times beginneth

is’t bright wh’re thou art
has’t the people hath changed
doest t maketh thee joyous thou art so strange
and in thy dunnest hour, i holdeth secrets flame
thee can gaze the w’rld devour’d in t’s teen
strange

climb mine own ribcage to
the replays runneth f’r thee
unhook mine own lights to peek behind the flasheth
f’r i am crystal chrome
i am shatt’r dome
i am caesar king of angels aveng’d
to destroyeth the endeth

is’t bright wh’re thou art
has’t the people hath changed
doest t maketh thee joyous thou art so strange
and in thy dunnest hour, i holdeth secrets flame
thee can gaze the w’rld devour’d in t’s teen

the air ships raineth upon us
the pistols of loveth disastrous
a shadow lies amongst thee
to defy the future did cast

is’t bright wh’re thou art
has’t the people hath changed
doest t maketh thee joyous thou art so strange
and in thy dunnest hour, i holdeth secrets flame
thee can gaze the w’rld devour’d in t’s teen
strange
strange

He is the walking personification of hubris (i’m going to miss stupid EU Sith Lord names like Darth Ubris btw). Jedi is the least of the OT film but as silly as what the Emperor says is Ian McDiamid does it with such style that it’s easier forgiven. Just like Ben being a crap mentor but played by Alec Guinness.

I do… It gets me the funniest looks at bus stops, especially when I show them to the uniformed authorities.

I’ve recently been playing this too much. It’s very addictive, free and doesn’t demand your circles or photos or access to you underpants (only downside I can find).
http://www.sciencemuseum.org.uk/online_science/games/transmission

I like some disc jockeys but mostly around 1997ish. I haven’t been there for a while.

Your post… now there are two of them.

thee knoweth not how thee tooketh it
thee just knoweth what thee did get
oh l’rdy thee’ve been stealing
from the theives and thee did get hath caught
in the nets
of a long barge
thou art a star

dressing liketh thy sist’r
living liketh a tart
those gents knoweth not what thou art doing
babe, t wilt beest art
thou art a headache
in a suitcase
thou art a star

oh nay, beest not dainty
thee has’t not to wend blindeth
holdeth me, thrill me, kisseth me, killeth me

thee knoweth not how thee did get h’re
thee just knoweth thee wanteth out
believing in yourself
almost as much as thee doubteth
thou art a big smasheth
thee weareth t liketh a rash
star

oh nay, beest not dainty
th’re’s a crowd to caterwauling
holdeth me, thrill me, kisseth me, killeth me

those gents wanteth thee to beest jesu
those gents’ll wend down on one ham
but those gents’ll wanteth their wage backeth
if 't be true thou art alive at thirty-three
and thou art turning tricks
with thy crucifix
thou art a star

oh issue

of course thou art not dainty
thee has’t not to deny loveth
holdeth me, thrill me, kisseth me, killeth me

Did they find him in the fridge?

th’re hath used to beest a greying toweth’r high-lone on the flote
thee becameth the lighteth on the dark side of me
loveth did remain a drug yond’s the high and not the pill
but didst thee knoweth yond at which hour t snows
mine own eyes becometh large and the lighteth yond thee shineth can beest seen?

baby, i compareth thee to a kisseth from a did rise on the grizzled
ooh, the m’re i receiveth of thee, the strang’r t doth feel, yeah
anon yond thy did rise is in bloom
a lighteth hits the gloom on the grizzled

th’re is so much a sir can bid thee, so much that gent can sayeth
thee remaineth mine own pow’r, mine own pleasure, mine own teen
baby, to me, thou art liketh a growing addiction yond i can’t deny
wonneth’t thee bid me, is yond healthy, baby?
but didst thee knoweth yond at which hour t snows
mine own eyes becometh large and the lighteth yond thee shineth can beest seen?

baby, i compareth thee to a kisseth from a did rise on the grizzled
ooh, the m’re i receiveth of thee, the strang’r t doth feel, yeah
anon yond thy did rise is in bloom
a lighteth hits the gloom on the grizzled

i’ve been did kiss by a did rise on the grizzled
i’ve been did kiss by a did rise on the grizzled
and if 't be true i shouldst falleth, shall t all wend hence?
i’ve been did kiss by a did rise on the grizzled

th’re is so much a sir can bid thee, so much that gent can sayeth
thee remaineth mine own pow’r, mine own pleasure, mine own teen
to me, thou art liketh a growing, addiction yond i can’t deny
wonneth’t thee bid me, is yond healthy, baby?
but didst thee knoweth yond at which hour t snows
mine own eyes becometh large, and the lighteth yond thee shineth can beest seen?

baby, i compareth thee to a kisseth from a did rise on the grizzled
ooh, the m’re i receiveth of thee, the strang’r t doth feel, yeah
anon yond thy did rise is in bloom
a lighteth hits the gloom on the grizzled

aye i compareth thee to a kisseth from a did rise on the grizzled
ooh, the m’re i receiveth of thee strang’r t doth feel, yeah
and anon yond thy did rise is in bloom
a lighteth hits the gloom on the grizzled

anon yond thy did rise is in bloom
a lighteth hits the gloom on the grizzled

Visage to visage, mine own lovely foe.
That from which we speak to that from which we speak,
Raining heaven’s blows. hand on heart, knucklebones.
Und’r the stars, nak’d as we floweth,
Cheek to cheek,
The bitt’r sweet.
Commit thy crime in thy deadly timeth.
Tis too divine,
I wanteth to bend.
I wanteth this bliss but something sayeth I wilt intermit
Anoth’r life, anoth’r time.
We’re jove’s misprision, writhing, int’rtwin’d.
Visage to visage, nay telling lies
,
The masks, away slideth to bewray a new disguise
Thee nev’r can winneth,
Tis the state I’m in,
This dang’r thrills and mine own conflict kills.
Those gents sayeth, followeth thy heart,
Followeth t through,

But how can thee, at which hour t’s did split in two?
And thee’ll nev’r knoweth.
You’ll nev’r know
, thee’ll nev’r knoweth,

One m’re kisseth bef’re we kicketh the bucket,
Visage to visage and dreameth of flying,
Who art thee? Who art i?

Windeth in wings, two angels falling,
to die this with a lasteth kisseth.
Tis falsehood’s flame and t’s a crying shame,
Visage to visage,
the passions breatheth,
I misprise to stayeth,
but then i misprise to leaveth
and thee’ll nev’r knoweth. no, thee’ll nev’r knoweth. no, nay, thee’ll nev’r knoweth
thee’ll nev’r know. thee’ll nev’r know
thee’ll nev’r knoweth
nay, nay, thee’ll nev’r knoweth
no, nay, thee’ll nev’r knoweth
thee’ll nev’r knoweth
you’ll nev’r know
thee’ll nev’r knoweth

knave, i has’t did get a liveth one h’re
receiveth the pow’r up!
bateth danceth
receiveth the pow’r up!
wing’d shrew
receiveth the pow’r up!
“go, wend, wend with a smileth!”
bateth danceth
doth t
keepeth ravishin’

i’ve seen the future and 'twill beest
i’ve seen the future and 'twill beest
wing’d shrew, wing’d shrew
i’ve seen the future and 'twill beest
wing’d shrew, house, doth t, house.
“and wh’re, and wh’re. . . is the wing’d shrew?”
doth t, doth t
alloweth’s doth t, alloweth’s doth t
doth t, doth t, doth t, doth t

"stop the scribe. . . "
“stop the scribe, who is’t is yond?”
“vicky vale”, “vicky vale”
"i liketh. . . "
wing’d shrew, wing’d shrew, wing’d shrew
“oh - yond’s nice”
“hi, sir bruce wayne”
“i’ve hath tried to avoideth all this, but i can’t”
“i jyoust gotta knoweth. . . art we gonna tryeth f’r loveth each oth’r?”
“stop the scribe - who is’t is yond?”
“vicky vale”
“she’s most wondrous, isn’t the lady?”

oh yeah, ooh yeah
i wanna ravish yond corse
ooh yeah, ooh yeah
i wanna ravish yond corse right
“i’d liketh to”
ooh yeah, ooh yeah
“but that gent is out th’re even but now”
i wanna ravish yond corse
ooh yeah, ooh yeah this v’ry night

“well, misseth vale”
“ev’r danceth with the Flibbertigibbet in the whey-face moonlight?”
"i at each moment asketh yond of those i hunteth. "
"i just liketh the soundeth of t. "
“i’ve did get to wend to w’rk”
wing’d shrew
“i’ve did get to wend to w’rk”
wing’d shrew
if 't be true a sir is consid’r’d guilty
worketh!
f’r what goeth on in his mind
worketh!
then gimme the lightning chair
worketh!
f’r all mine own future crimes thee thou oh
worketh!
lightning chair
ho honest jack, alloweth me sticketh the seven inches
in the counting engine
ha, ha, ha
ho, we did get the pow’r
oh, we did get the soyoul
ho, we did get to sure enow receiveth off
to maketh the Flibbertigibbet wend, wend

“this town needeth purging !”
“i’m gonna killeth thee”
power
“i’m not gonna killeth thee”
soul
“i’m gonna killeth thee”
power
“i’m not gonna killeth thee”
soul
alloweth’s to t
“i’m wing’d shrew”
wing’d shrew
stand not ho dancin’
“i’m wing’d shrew”
wing’d shrew
stand not ho dancin’
doth t, doth t, doth t, doth t
wing’d shrew, wing’d shrew, wing’d shrew
stand not ho, stand not ho
alloweth’s doth t
stand not ho dancin’
alloweth’s doth t, wing’d shrew
alloweth’s doth t, wing’d shrew
stand not ho dancin’
stand not ho dancin’
nay, alas t! turneth the music backeth thee son of wench!

“have thee ev’r hath heard of the healing pow’r of laught’r?”

who is’t’s gonna stand ho two hundr’d balloons?
nobody!
wing’d shrew
stand ho!

moviefreakedmind said:

Jetrell Fo said:

I’m still trying to figure out why a person talking like a computer that thinks it’s sentient is funny . . .

It isn’t.

And yet you pretending that it isn’t, is 😄