Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Waiting for Wotan #6
"We were told that Wotan doesn't drive."
"We can still part, if you think it would be better."
"It's not worthwhile now."
"Not as worthwhile as the advent of greasy, sad food."
Posted by Randal Graves at 9:05 AM
Labels: inside joke theatre
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And thus the Advent tradition of stopping for Wendy's was born.
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Alfred Woden had a chauffeur. You can ask Max Payne, who is an Everyday Adventist where alcohol and painkillers are concerned.
Are you talking about Wotan the lingo or the Supervillan?
Just so I can be in on the joke as well.
((Hugs))
Laura
That's still the best quote ever.
if, think prayer along is gonna clog those arteries?
karl of the österreich, I've actually never played any versions and/or sequels of that game.
laura, yes. (too Zen?)
duchess, surely Offspring the Younger is guaranteed to win the future that Metal Dad never could.
"Fetch the ketchup, Berserker!"
Halp! My GPS died and I can't find the joke.
What no fries? There must be fries.
I hereby break my "no double-comment-drop at Randal's house" rule to insist you play the first two chapters in the Max Payne saga, first since it's like acting in a John Woo movie and second because Max always has this funny half-grimace, half-smirk look on his face that never fails to entertain.
Do you mean the stuff that fat people grumble about if it's not made correctly?
I'm in the same boat with Demeur. My GPS died too.
"Not as worthwhile as the advent of greasy, sad food."
I find that a cuban sub sandwich, cold ass beer, and spicy doritos can soften the worst wounds inflicted by a cruel and uncaring universe.
Odin asks that you get his name right dammit!
jim, at least you spelled it correctly. Catsup is for the likes of Monty Burns.
demeur, there is no try, for this, like life, has no point.
karl of the österreich, don't even think about a triple burger! And hell, I really need to pick those up. I'm sure I can find PS2 versions on the cheap.
susan, having it your way is in the constitution, you Canadian hippie.
tom, the sun will have her revenge on earth.
BB, it's the little things that keep us from completely falling on the ball-in-the-corner side of the fence.
life, alliteration is poetick, one-eye!
Slowly We Rot, he noticed.
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True enough this is no Théâtre de l'Absurde and you are no Albee or Bechett.
if, you're so metal.
demeur, that's because those yahoos were about Art, & I'm about killing time at work.
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