Young Axl Rose and Cake Cream in 2022! :D

[MHF]

Her hideously expensive private eyes had determined that Garnabby, always reclusive, had become paranoid and moved as far north as he could: he now lived in an igloo outside of Polar Bear Town, i.e. Churchill.

Antipode of Portland, United States

The opposite side of the world to Portland is Port-aux-Français, Kerguelen, French Southern Territories.

https://www.geodatos.net/en/antipode...tates/portland

[MisterV]

Errata: I mistakenly said Tasha / Kentry took the final stage of her trip by bus; nope...it was by train.

Aptly enough, it was while on board the choo-choo that she learned the TRUE meaning of "pulling a train."

[pinchingyourballs]

Bundled in a parka she scavenged off of a frozen hobo, Tasha hiked the rest of the way to Polar Bear Town. To her amazement, the town was like a retirement village-style planned community, but with igloos instead of condos. The streets were neatly paved with uniformly sized ice bricks. Each lot had an igloo an a smartly landscaped little front yard with either rocks or snow, little ice sculptures, and picket fences made of yet more ice. Tasha walked along the main avenue looking for Snowshoe Street. She finally found it, and then found Garnabby's igloo at 555 Snowshoe Street. Unlike his neighbors' igloos which were gleaming domes, Garnabby's igloo was a sinister pyramid shape. Of course, his would have to be the weird igloo on the block.

Tasha approached the door and knocked with the door knocker. The door knocker was a large round ice ring that made a satisfyingly loud thud every time it hit the door. Damn, I love big knockers, Tasha mused.

An irritated voice called out from the ice pyramid. "Who's there? I'm busy and I don't want what you're selling. Go bother the neighbors!"

Tasha cleared her throat, her heart pounded. "Hello, My name is Tasha. I'm looking for Garnabby, aka Thomas Clines, aka MHF, aka, fuck I can't remember them all. Anyway, I have the missing ingredient to your theory of everything."

[MisterV]

From within the frozen pyramid came the sound of locks being unlocked and chains being detached, yet the door, crafted of Walrus tusk, bubble gum and baling wire, remained closed.

"There are no missing ingredients; my theory is complete. Now go away or I will harpoon you."

Always one to take "No" for an answer, Tasha / Kentry turned away but then she remembered the REAL reason why she'd come.

"I love you" she whispered.

The door opened, and there he stood, festooned in a Hugh Hefner-like smoking jacket, puffing a pipe: magnificent.

"What did you say?"

"I said I LOVE YOU!" She farted loudly for emphasis as rapturous tears flooded down her moon-pie shaped face, thoroughly soaking her.

"Interesting. Now, beat it" and with that he slammed the door and set the locks.

Alas, Tasha-Kentry had never been taught the one cardinal rule about living in the arctic: "Never cry."

As she walked away her copious tears froze, cocooning her in ice: soon she could no longer walk and "froze" in place.

Two polar bears had been espying her and quickly made their move, making short work of the inert Meal from Miami.

"Chewy center" said one; "Tastes like chicken" said the other; they both farted tunefully while polishing off the remainder.

[Tasha]

You guys have officially ruined my Fictional Axl Rose sequel story. I'm going to go back to the other Website that I wrote my Fictional Axl Rose sequel on. Posters don't reply there, but at least they don't make a complete mockery of it.

[pinchingyourballs]

You guys have officially ruined my Fictional Axl Rose sequel story. I'm going to go back to the other Website that I wrote my Fictional Axl Rose sequel on. Posters don't reply there, but at least they don't make a complete mockery of it.

Posters on WOV would get nuked if they replied to your Axl thread. You are the Wiz's pet. Bitchbumbabs is probably dying to add a chapter where every one of your characters plus "Tasha" gets eaten by piranhas.

[MisterV]

Karen, you can of course stop posting here but you must admit you are getting the ONE THING you really want....ATTENTION.

Perhaps you should heed the old adage that experienced attorneys have been wont to say: "There's no such thing as bad publicity."

However I for one plan to continue to pen little vignettes to this thread now and then amplifying on that which has already been posted.

In closing: you may be a lousy writer but you seem to be a good sport.

[MisterV]

Young Tasha / Kentry was getting pissed, and she told the playgound monitor about it.

"Those boys, they keep teasing me, pulling my hair and making fun of me and I don't like it."

More concerned about being detected as a sex offender with a warrant out for his arrest than the petty gripes of an autistic school girl the monitor simply said "Tough shit, girlie: get used to it, it's a wicked world."

Tasha / Kentry was thunderstruck at the aide's seeming indifference.

"What, you won't send them to the principal's office? Look what they did. Joey grabbed me and threw me down while Sammy ripped off my clothes and Timmy raped me."

"Yeah, I saw the whole thing. Good stuff. So what? You're in MY world now, sweetie."

The boys she'd just ratted out overheard her narcing and when she walked away they tackled and beat the living shit out of her.

"Keep your damn mouth shut if you know what's good for you" said one.

"Yeah, and next time we rape you you better act like you really enjoy it."

Tasha / Kentry sighed and accepted her fate.

[MHF]

Unlike his neighbors' igloos which were gleaming domes, Garnabby's igloo was a sinister pyramid shape.

---> Possibilities: Essays on Hierarchy, Rebellion, and Desire.

https://anagram-solver.net/Unlike%20...e?partial=true

In this collection, David Graeber revisits questions raised in his popular book, Fragments of an Anarchist Anthropology. Employing an unpretentious style to convey complex ideas, these twelve essays cover a lot of ground: the origins of capitalism, the history of European table manners, love potions and gender in rural Madagascar, the phenomenology of giant puppets at street protests, and much more. But they're linked by a clear purpose: to explore the nature of social power and the forms that resistance to it have taken—or might take in the future.

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She finally found it, and then found Garnabby's igloo at 555 Snowshoe Street.

---> National Shrine of Our Lady of the Visitation of Guibang.

https://anagram-solver.net/She%20fin....?partial=true

The National Shrine of Our Lady of the Visitation of Guibang, commonly known as Our Lady of Guibang Shrine, is a Roman Catholic parish church and pilgrimage site situated at Brgy. Guibang, Gamu, Isabela, Philippines. It is under the jurisdiction of the Diocese of Ilagan.

I'm Xooking for Garnabby, aka Thomas CXines, aka MHF, aka, fuck I can't remember them aX. Anyway, I have the missing ingredient to your theory of everything.

---> If You're Going to Write a Comedy Scene, You're Going to Have Some Rat [MrV] Feces in There.

https://anagram-solver.net/Im%20Xook...g?partial=true


By removing the l's at 1 each, for 111 = (10*3 +7) *3 * 1 ---> 137_731. Ha, ha, ha, it's all about the numeral 137. Why didn't I think of that?

[MisterV]

Garnabby peered through the peep-hole in his door and espied the bulbous butt of his unwanted visitor waddle away through the snow then slow down and stop, frozen in place.

"How curious." he mused; "but my Theory of Everything accounts for this..it's found on page 5923476 in folio 3."

But he was startled by the appearance of two polar bears and their feeding frenzy: he had not allowed for this to happen in his TOE.

"Fuck me!" shrieked the Man from the North Country, "My work is all for naught! It is not all encompassing. Woe is me! "

He pulled out chunks of hair but then calmed down a bit and logged on to VCT, posting his usual gemetria-infused gibberish, searching for clues behind the veil...clues that only he would recognize.

But try as hie might nothing inspired him to believe his life's work was anything other than an exercise in hubris and vanity.

Despondent, he deleted all files comprising his TOE from his 'puter, then taking a walrus tusk he smashed its hard drive.

"Time to start over...The leg bone is connected to the thigh bone, the thigh bone..."

[pinchingyourballs]

A little known fact about polar bears is that the closer they are to the North Pole, the stronger the effects of Santa Claus magic upon them. As these two polar bears were munching on the frozen remains of Tasha, one of them starting transforming into Tasha. The polar bear who was not transforming into Tasha looked up from his meal and was startled to discover that his companion was turning darker and her face was becoming less bear like. Frightened, he felt competing instincts to run away or fight. Luckily for him the instinct to run away was more powerful. Tasha-bear was curiously stronger than both polar bear and human, and could have easily ripped the other bear's head off if she was so inclined.

Tasha-bear stopped eating and stood up on her back legs watching her companion run off. Much more comfortable than being on all fours, she mused, but now more lonesome than ever. She looked around the frozen white landscape wondering what to do now that the other bear was gone. Her plan had been to mate with him and then rip his head off, but now that was out of the question. A vague notion of numbers came into her thoughts. Cardboard squares of numbers. Daubers. People calling out names of numbers...

Luckily for Tasha-bear, there was an Inuit bingo hall just over the eastern ridge.

[MisterV]

Tasha-bear used her humanoid paw to open the door to the bingo hall and entered.

'Twas filled with gamblin' Eskimos munching on such treats as Blubber on a Stick and Seal Jerky.

All eyes turned to espy Tasha-bear: a tumult followed as the flight portion of fight or flight kicked in.

Tasha-bear had a field day swatting at and devouring several Bingo addicts; when the hall was empty and her belly full she squatted and laid a smelly, nasty load for the ages on the floor of the Bingo hall.

She noticed something unusual in her huge pile of scat: a hideous handbag.

She was oddly attracted to it, with its colorful image of an Axolotl: she took it with her as she exited the hall and veered, sated, toward the sea.

But something new was percolating in her ursine noggin.

Tasha-bear saw images of palm trees, Cubans and Church's chicken dancing in her mind: an amorphous yet compelling plan began to form.

Tasha-bear, hideous hand bag in hand, snuck aboard the next train out of Polar bear town, headed south.

[MisterV]

Tasha-bear growled a happy growl: she espied a sleeping hobo in the boxcar she'd gotten into.

"Ah, a midnight snack" she thought.

As fate would have it there seemed to be an unending stream of hobos hopping on board as the train chugged merrily southbound; Tasha-bear had some complaints about the quality of the prey due to their shit-stained drawers and fentanyl-infused flesh, but what's a hungry Tasha-bear to do?

She kept her complaints to herself while feasting on the daily specials in her dining car.

Eventually she arrived in Miami after many changes of train, bouts of indigestion and dreams of Bingo.

"Now where is this Church's Chicken I've been obsessing over?"

And there it was...finally.

'Twas empty except for some fops yakking about a concert later that night at the James L. Knight Center.

By this time Tasha-bear, via the magic of the North Pole, had transformed into a half-bear, half-human: she looked eerily like a cross between Queen Latifah and Oprah.

She growled menacingly, causing Axl to espy her.

"Good heavens, listen to that voice! Boys, I think we found our new lead singer."

Tasha-bear was at a cross-roads: should she devour them or become a rock 'n roll diva?

Decisions, decisions.

[Tasha]

You guys have officially ruined my Fictional Axl Rose sequel story. I'm going to go back to the other Website that I wrote my Fictional Axl Rose sequel on. Posters don't reply there, but at least they don't make a complete mockery of it.

Posters on WOV would get nuked if they replied to your Axl thread. You are the Wiz's pet. Bitchbumbabs is probably dying to add a chapter where every one of your characters plus "Tasha" gets eaten by piranhas.

I wasn't talking about WOV when I mentioned the Website that ignores my Fictional Axl Rose sequel story but doesn't make a complete mockery of it. I was talking about MYGNR Forum. MYGNR Forum ignores my Fictional Axl Rose sequel story. I HAD a loyal responder for my Fictional Axl Rose sequel story, Wendi, but Wendi left MYGNR Forum in solidarity with a bullied Poster. The bullied Poster came back under a new name, but Wendi inexplicably NEVER came back. The bullied Poster said he had no idea Wendi was going to leave with him in solidarity. Realistically, she should have came back when he came back with a new name.


About Beachbumbabs, I have Beachbumbabs on Ignore. Better she and I not speak to each other.

[MisterV]

While Tasha-bear struggled with her existential dilemna a tearful Mammie waddled through the front door.

"Has you seen my Tasha girl? You knows her, she look a lot like 'dat Huxtable gal on de Cosby show. Oh yeah, she shit da flo' all the time."

The fry cook, Leroy, took this as his cue.

"I sho 'nuf did see her, fact be she be in my crib right now."

Embracing the con, he amplified it with "She be very sick ya know and need money for medicine. But she be sayin' she's 'fraid to sees her mammie."

He quickly convinced Mammie to give him all the money in her hideous purse plus her EBT card.

This subterfuge enraged Tasha-bear.

She leapt over the counter and swatted the fry cook head first into the deep fryer.

Mammie noticed that the half-bear, half-human was autistic and had unusually watery eyes; "Baby, is that really you?"

Tasha-bear leapt back over the counter and while attempting to hug her mother she accidentally eviscerated her with her paw.

Oops.

[MHF]

Garnabby peered through the peep-hole in his door and espied the bulbous butt of his unwanted visitor waddle away through the snow then slow down and stop, frozen in place.

"How curious." he mused; "but my Theory of Everything accounts for this..it's found on page 5923476 in folio 3."

But he was startled by the appearance of two polar bears and their feeding frenzy: he had not allowed for this to happen in his TOE.

"Fuck me!" shrieked the Man from the North Country, "My work is all for naught! It is not all encompassing. Woe is me! "

He pulled out chunks of hair but then calmed down a bit and logged on to VCT, posting his usual gemetria-infused gibberish, searching for clues behind the veil...clues that only he would recognize.

But try as hie might nothing inspired him to believe his life's work was anything other than an exercise in hubris and vanity.

Despondent, he deleted all files comprising his TOE from his 'puter, then taking a walrus tusk he smashed its hard drive.

"Time to start over...The leg bone is connected to the thigh bone, the thigh bone..."

So many references about Garnabby, and his theory of everything, that I copied and pasted the whole thing into the https://www.writingtoiq.com/ estimator. The highest that I've seen, so far, except perhaps for an Abraham Lincoln speech.

Estimated IQ: 134 (genius)

Well, the very first line of the quote above yielded, The Red Web: The Struggle Between Russia's Digital Dictators and the New Online Revolutionaries, which got me to thinking about the North Pole being in Russia. No need to check out any more now, given a 100% strike-rate with the anagrams with gematria.

https://anagram-solver.net/Garnabbyp...e?partial=true

The North Pole is not part of any nation, although Russia placed a titanium flag on the seabed in 2007. The North Pole is the northernmost point on Earth. It is the precise point of the intersection of Earth's axis and Earth's surface. From the North Pole, all directions are south.

In a statement by the Institute of Petroleum Geology and Geophysics, Siberian Branch of the Russian Academy of Sciences (INGG SB RAS), the north magnetic pole of the Earth is shifting towards the Arctic coast of Russia. Year-round observations will soon be conducted at the Samoylov Island Research Station in the delta of the Lena River in Sakha Republic, Russia, on this phenomenon in a specially installed magnetic observatory.

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Ya know, that numeral 5923476 is a lot like 3628800, from my previous post.

3628800 is about 1630.188679245283 * 1961 * 42 / 37 ---> (2 + 40) * [(10 + 20) + (600 + 1000)] * [10*(6 + 90 + 100)+ 1] / 37 ---> 241_2061__1691_137, with 137, 142, and, 1961, 2061.

https://vegascasinotalk.com/forum/sh...l=1#post181882

5923476 = about 42 * 2661.0404312668466 * 1961 / 37 ---> (2 + 40) * [0^0 + (110*6 + 02000)] * (196*10 + 1) / 37 ---> 241_1602__1961_137, with 137, 142, and, 1961, 2061.

[MHF]

Anyway, the post above is a great spot to let also the numerals go. 3628800 is about (1630.188679245283 * 1961 * 42 / 37), versus, 5923476 is about (2661.0404312668466 * 1961 * 42 / 37), which, well, is about as good as it can get.

Do you think that old Karen will, ever, get over her time-traveling nonsense? Hard to imagine that she will post it up where no one will, ever, read it. Or, that you, and the other guy, either, will keep it up, for longer, without her, a nobody yet, to mock.

[MisterV]

So many references about Garnabby, and his theory of everything, that I copied and pasted the whole thing into the https://www.writingtoiq.com/ estimator. The highest that I've seen, so far, except perhaps for an Abraham Lincoln speech.Estimated IQ: 134 (genius)

At first I was flattered; I mean, I've ALWAYS considered myself the bees' knees.

But then I pasted Lincoln's Gettysburg Address into the IQ estimator and it said his IQ was 100.

I'm good, but not THAT good...

[MHF]

The first bit that I googled, tonight, from the "First Inaugural Address, March 4, 1861, Washington, D.C."

Fellow-citizens of the United States:
In compliance with a custom as old as the government itself, I appear before you to address you briefly, and to take, in your presence, the oath prescribed by the Constitution of the United States, to be taken by the President "before he enters on the execution of this office."

I do not consider it necessary at present for me to discuss those matters of administration about which there is no special anxiety or excitement.

Apprehension seems to exist among the people of the Southern States, that by the accession of a Republican Administration, their property, and their peace, and personal security, are to be endangered. There has never been any reasonable cause for such apprehension. Indeed, the most ample evidence to the contrary has all the while existed, and been open to their inspection. It is found in nearly all the published speeches of him who now addresses you. I do but quote from one of those speeches when I declare that "I have no purpose, directly or indirectly, to interfere with the institution of slavery in the States where it exists. I believe I have no lawful right to do so, and I have no inclination to do so." Those who nominated and elected me did so with full knowledge that I had made this, and many similar declarations, and had never recanted them. And more than this, they placed in the platform, for my acceptance, and as a law to themselves, and to me, the clear and emphatic resolution which I now read:

Resolved, That the maintenance inviolate of the rights of the States, and especially the right of each State to order and control its own domestic institutions according to its own judgment exclusively, is essential to that balance of power on which the perfection and endurance of our political fabric depend; and we denounce the lawless invasion by armed force of the soil of any State or Territory, no matter what pretext, as among the gravest of crimes."

I now reiterate these sentiments; and in doing so, I only press upon the public attention the most conclusive evidence of which the case is susceptible, that the property, peace and security of no section are to be in any wise endangered by the now incoming Administration. I add too, that all the protection which, consistently with the Constitution and the laws, can be given, will be cheerfully given to all the States when lawfully demanded, for whatever cause -- as cheerfully to one section as to another.

Estimated IQ: 135 (genius)

More likely that the estimator errors on the side of non-genius writing (but, the opposite, when a matter of Garnabby).

[MisterV]

Axl woke up the lads from their sound sleep in the luxurious penthouse suite for a BIG announcement.

"Boys, we finally made it: the Big Time. We've eclipsed Taylor Swift as the most popular and wealthiest musicians touring today, and we have just secured a residency at the Sphere."

"Hey Axl, I still have this light bulb stuck up my butt, and..."

"Shut up Billie: TMI."

"Hey Axl, my johnson is red, sore and dripping a smelly goo; what does it mean?"

"It means you're pregnant. Now, as I was saying...."

"Hey Axl, why do you keep us prisoners in this luxurious penthouse suite?"

"You're not prisoners, silly: Those bars and locks are to keep the fans out. Now..."

"Hey Axl, what about the idea of time travel irrevocably involving an existential paradox?"

"Only if you're Jamaican. OK, moving on..."

"Hey Axl, I just stuck my finger up my nose: can I eat it or should I save it?"

"Add sugar to it and use it as an ice cream topping."

They all thanked him, shook his hand, and returned to bed.