Profile for Caustic Armadillo:
Hello there, the name's Ian, I'm20 21 22 23 32 36, I live in Ghent (Belgium's finest city), and I'm an animator.
I have a YouTube.
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HappyToast zombified me! Hurrah!
Mean lil fellow, arn't you?
What Monty Python Character are you?
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You are a GRAMMAR GOD!
Congratulations! If your mission in life
is not already to preserve the English tongue,
it should be. You can smell a grammatical
inaccuracy from fifty yards. Your speech is
revered by the underlings, though some may
blaspheme and call you a snob. They're just
jealous. Go out there and change the world.
How grammatically correct are you? (Revised with answer key)
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Hello there, the name's Ian, I'm
I have a YouTube.
--
Some of my work:
Click for bigger (134 kb)
HappyToast zombified me! Hurrah!
Mean lil fellow, arn't you?
What Monty Python Character are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
You are a GRAMMAR GOD!
Congratulations! If your mission in life
is not already to preserve the English tongue,
it should be. You can smell a grammatical
inaccuracy from fifty yards. Your speech is
revered by the underlings, though some may
blaspheme and call you a snob. They're just
jealous. Go out there and change the world.
How grammatically correct are you? (Revised with answer key)
brought to you by Quizilla
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Now England's fuel is burning up
people will probably resort to more alternative methods.
(Sun 11th Dec 2005, 11:48, More)
people will probably resort to more alternative methods.
(Sun 11th Dec 2005, 11:48, More)
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» Missing body parts
My gran managed to chop off the end of a finger
while repositioning her foldout chair at the beach and accidentally putting her finger through one of the scissorsy contraptions that hold it together.
A classic scene unfolded: an unpleasant slicing sound, my gran almost casually said "oh my, the end's missing..." followed by my mum letting out a blood-curdling shriek and going sheet white.
The French beach guards had a hard time understanding my mother, what with trying to preserve the chopped-of bit of granfinger in her mouth...
(Fri 2nd Jun 2006, 14:15, More)
My gran managed to chop off the end of a finger
while repositioning her foldout chair at the beach and accidentally putting her finger through one of the scissorsy contraptions that hold it together.
A classic scene unfolded: an unpleasant slicing sound, my gran almost casually said "oh my, the end's missing..." followed by my mum letting out a blood-curdling shriek and going sheet white.
The French beach guards had a hard time understanding my mother, what with trying to preserve the chopped-of bit of granfinger in her mouth...
(Fri 2nd Jun 2006, 14:15, More)
» Heckles
This odd comedy character was doing an act
in which he demonstrated how to make a sandwich.
He put some slices of bread together, going "this is the top slice, let's pretend this is cheese, and this is the bottom slice."
-"That's not cheese! It's bread!" an audience member yelled.
Cue 5 minutes of him repeating "Let's pretend it's cheese. Let's... let's pretend it's cheese. Let's pretend it's cheese. Let's pretend it's cheese. (...)"
(Thu 6th Apr 2006, 22:48, More)
This odd comedy character was doing an act
in which he demonstrated how to make a sandwich.
He put some slices of bread together, going "this is the top slice, let's pretend this is cheese, and this is the bottom slice."
-"That's not cheese! It's bread!" an audience member yelled.
Cue 5 minutes of him repeating "Let's pretend it's cheese. Let's... let's pretend it's cheese. Let's pretend it's cheese. Let's pretend it's cheese. (...)"
(Thu 6th Apr 2006, 22:48, More)
» Urban Legends
I'm a bit gullible, I think
In preschool some other kid convinced me that I shouldn't make the Ninja Turtle action figures spin around on their back, for this would turn them into real, full sized Turtles which would kill the one who awakened them.
I also believed someone who told me he had an identical twin brother that was sick often, which was why I never saw them together.
Since I rarely saw him in the first place, I found his story very plausible...
(Wed 11th Jan 2006, 13:28, More)
I'm a bit gullible, I think
In preschool some other kid convinced me that I shouldn't make the Ninja Turtle action figures spin around on their back, for this would turn them into real, full sized Turtles which would kill the one who awakened them.
I also believed someone who told me he had an identical twin brother that was sick often, which was why I never saw them together.
Since I rarely saw him in the first place, I found his story very plausible...
(Wed 11th Jan 2006, 13:28, More)
» Phobias
Wasps. Fucking wasps.
When I was a wee lad, i was drinking a lemonade on a terrace in the only manner a 2 year old knows.
As one would expect, my face was full of the stuff.
Enter one of those striped bastards from hell, flying straight into my gaping mouth, stopping me mid-sentence.
Cue total panic as this vicious pest started violently stinging the inside of my cheek, while I flailed helplessly.
One of my mum's friend, thankfully, was a quick thinker and got the little cunt out by smacking me sharply on the head.
Ever since, even the faintest buzzing of the non-bee variety is enough for me to send me running away from any food source, whimpering like a little girl with my hands clasped over my mouth.
Some people find this very comical. Cunts.
(yeah i know, not very innocent)
(Sat 12th Apr 2008, 23:10, More)
Wasps. Fucking wasps.
When I was a wee lad, i was drinking a lemonade on a terrace in the only manner a 2 year old knows.
As one would expect, my face was full of the stuff.
Enter one of those striped bastards from hell, flying straight into my gaping mouth, stopping me mid-sentence.
Cue total panic as this vicious pest started violently stinging the inside of my cheek, while I flailed helplessly.
One of my mum's friend, thankfully, was a quick thinker and got the little cunt out by smacking me sharply on the head.
Ever since, even the faintest buzzing of the non-bee variety is enough for me to send me running away from any food source, whimpering like a little girl with my hands clasped over my mouth.
Some people find this very comical. Cunts.
(yeah i know, not very innocent)
(Sat 12th Apr 2008, 23:10, More)
» Bastard Colleagues
Barry
Classmates count as colleagues, right?
Anyhow, most of my entourage at college is a bit weird to begin with, being an art school and all that, but there are some that stand out.
Let's call him Barry, for he'll probably find this post if I use his real first name.
Despite his tremendous ego, soap-dodging, casual racism and raging homophobia, the vice that makes Barry truly unique is his avarice.
This bloke makes Scrooge McDuck look like Father Christmas.
His mobile card is never ever charged; he puts a minute amount of money on it every three months to make sure his subscription stays valid,
and replies to his text messages via a "send free sms" website.
After discovering the school cafetaria only charges for the teabags, and not the hot water, he started bringing bags of cheap instant soup to mix with his free cups of hot water, under the pretense that he was "sick of the school's soup anyway"...
But the clincher came when our little gang went to a holiday resort for a week.
As it were, at the end of our stay, we were left with some leftovers.
You know, a pack of coffee with half a cup's worth, some stale bread, a jar of chocolate spread with a little layer at the bottom left...
One of my other mates told Barry: "Hey, d'you mind throwing these out?"
Shocked, Barry replied "But this is perfectly good food! You gonna throw all that out?"
-"Don't be ridiculous, just put it in the bins, what use is three spoons worth of milk?"
"Fine", Barry replied, and walked out.
My mate was then treated to the sight of Barry walking rather theatrically towards the bins, and, when he mistakenly thought nobody was watching him, swiftly sneaked to his car like some sort of hirsute, overweight ninja and, eyes darting left and right, threw the whole lot in the trunk.
massive girth etc.
(Sun 27th Jan 2008, 19:59, More)
Barry
Classmates count as colleagues, right?
Anyhow, most of my entourage at college is a bit weird to begin with, being an art school and all that, but there are some that stand out.
Let's call him Barry, for he'll probably find this post if I use his real first name.
Despite his tremendous ego, soap-dodging, casual racism and raging homophobia, the vice that makes Barry truly unique is his avarice.
This bloke makes Scrooge McDuck look like Father Christmas.
His mobile card is never ever charged; he puts a minute amount of money on it every three months to make sure his subscription stays valid,
and replies to his text messages via a "send free sms" website.
After discovering the school cafetaria only charges for the teabags, and not the hot water, he started bringing bags of cheap instant soup to mix with his free cups of hot water, under the pretense that he was "sick of the school's soup anyway"...
But the clincher came when our little gang went to a holiday resort for a week.
As it were, at the end of our stay, we were left with some leftovers.
You know, a pack of coffee with half a cup's worth, some stale bread, a jar of chocolate spread with a little layer at the bottom left...
One of my other mates told Barry: "Hey, d'you mind throwing these out?"
Shocked, Barry replied "But this is perfectly good food! You gonna throw all that out?"
-"Don't be ridiculous, just put it in the bins, what use is three spoons worth of milk?"
"Fine", Barry replied, and walked out.
My mate was then treated to the sight of Barry walking rather theatrically towards the bins, and, when he mistakenly thought nobody was watching him, swiftly sneaked to his car like some sort of hirsute, overweight ninja and, eyes darting left and right, threw the whole lot in the trunk.
massive girth etc.
(Sun 27th Jan 2008, 19:59, More)