esrasnac – v. to give someone a box of chocolates over fifty pounds
A man entered an ice cream shop and asked, “What flavors of ice cream do you have?”
“Vanilla, chocolate, strawberry,” the girl wheezed as she spoke, patted her throat, and seemed unable to continue.
“Do you have laryngitis?” the man asked sympathetically.
“No,” the girl whispered. “Just vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry.”
INT. Apartment-type room.
PORTER RODELL fumbles around with the camera as he sets it up.
Fucking tripod, I don’t understand this shit.
Porter leaves the camera alone and walks back a little bit.
Okay I’ve had enough of this shit man. Nick and his supertanker of an ass seemingly use up all the toilet paper in the house, constantly. That shit is expensive. And he’s a fucking—
The video cuts, and in Porter’s place we see NICK STALWHART, Porter’s roommate.
I’d just like to say that Porter has got it all wrong. I don’t know what Porter uses all of his toilet paper on, he still smells like he doesn’t wipe his ass.
2 squares bitch! That’s all you need! 3-ply Quilted goodness filleting my taint!
Man, you’re gross!
Video cuts again and Nick and Porter are in front of the camera.
Alright, let it be known that starting today, we will monitor both of our toilet paper usage on video.
And we’ll finally prove that you’re trying to destroy our toilet with your massive shits.
Man, shut up!
You’re always in there for thirty minutes, at least!
I like to watch videos.
What the fuck?
Nick stands up and turns off the camera while Porter looks at him in astonishment.
Cut to Nick holding the camera and recording two new rolls of toilet paper. Nick’s name is on one roll and Porter’s is on the other.
To test our hypothesis, we have two new rolls of toilet paper. All previous rolls of toilet paper have been burned as to prevent any cheating. These rolls will be used until gone. When one is used up all the way, we will compare to the other roll to see how much is left.
Nick moves the camera to look at Porter.
Say hi to the camera Porter!
Man, FUCK YOU!
PORTER smacks NICK but you only see PORTER’s hand go off-screen.
Cut to Porter holding the camera and walking around the house to a closed door.
The time is now 7:05 pm. Nick has been in here since six FORTY FIVE.
NICK (Behind door)
HEY! What the hell are you doing out there Porter?
Nothing Nick! Nothing at all!
NICK (Behind door)
You’re a fucking liar!
HEY FUCK YOU
OH YOU SON OF A BITCH
PORTER fumbles with the camera and it turns off.
Cut to Nick holding the camera and looking down at the rolls of toilet paper.
After one day, we are about even. For reference we have another new roll of toilet paper. About 1/8 of an inch has been used off each of the respective rolls.
Respective? I hate that word! Why do you use it? You’re such a lamer!
It’s not lame to be sophisticated!
And it’s sophisticated to have a good vocabulary?
Then I’m glad I’m not sophisticated because I don’t want to be a sour gummy bear!
That’s my word for being the ultimate form of stupid! See, I can be sophisticated too, with my extreme mastery of the English language!
Cut to Nick holding the camera.
There has to be some way of disproving Porter’s 2-Square Law. It’s impractical, and I know he’s lying. I must go to the source. I have been able to trap a flush of Porter’s… “business” by rigging the plumbing to dump into a basket outside. As I do not want to get the camera dirty, I will investigate and report back in due time.
Cut to Nick gasping.
Oh god, I dug through his shit for like 20 minutes. I couldn’t find ANY toilet paper at ALL. I am now of the persuasion that this man does not use any toilet paper at all! No wonder he always smells like fecal matter!
Cut to Nick holding the camera as he goes toward Porter on the couch.
Ah-ha! There you are! You’re a goddamn louse – a cheater at the very least!
What the fuck are you talking about?
You sick fuck! I trapped one of your toilet flushes in a basket outside. There was no toilet paper at all!
Wh-wh-what the fuck did you just say?
YOU DON’T USE TP!
PORTER (breaking down)
I-i-its true…I don’t use toilet paper at all. I’m allergic to it, my legs chafe after I use it. I have to…use my hands!
WHAT THE FUCK!
But it was to my benefit! I would have won this raspberry-filled chocolate of a contest!
But wait a second, that doesn’t make any sense. If you don’t use toilet paper, then how come your toilet paper roll has been steadily decreasing?
There is a saboteur in our midst! There is only one person that can be behind it! Or two.
Camera style changes from this point on. Becomes more like a normal movie.
Nick and Porter walk slowly to a closed door with no lights on behind it.
Nick and Porter look at each other. Nick gulps and then knocks on the door. As he knocks on the door, the door creaks open, obviously not shut all the way. The room is dark.
Um…hey uhh…Alan? Are you…are you there?
He’s not here let’s go, let’s just drop it.
Shut up! I heard something!
A growling noise is heard.
Nick and Porter take a step back.
Who the FUCK is that?
Ummm hey Alan, it’s Nick!
I know who it is! What the fuck do you want, you dweebs?
Uh well…Alan I was wondering…
We were wondering if you knew how much we owe you for electricity!
No, actually, Alan…
Shut up, I don’t want to ask him anymore!
Alan peers out through the cracks of the door.
Well, you see Alan, Porter and I, you see…
That’s the most intelligent thing you’ve said. “I see.” — I DO see. I see two stupid mother fuckers wasting my god damn time. Do you know how that makes me feel?
HAVE YOU BEEN STEALING MY TOILET PAPER??
Oh God. What the hell is this shit?
Have you been stealing my toilet paper?
………YES, its true! Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I only put up this macho man appearance so that you would be scared to ask me about your toilet paper disappearing.
Alan opens the door wide and grovels at Porter and Nick’s feet.
I’m soooo sorry…I can’t make excuses for what I’ve done in the past. The only thing I ask of you is to please not punish me too badly for what I’ve done!
I don’t believe this.
Its not like you’re using it anyway, I figured what would be the problem, you know. I wish I could scoop it all out with my hands but I’m not that kind of person. I’m not, however much I try. I come from the slums of Burbank, you know? We don’t have luxuries like Toilet Paper or CD players or air for that matter!
NICK (whispering to Porter)
What the fuck is he talking about?
PORTER (whispering back)
I don’t know, I thought he was your friend?
He is, but we grew up in Anaheim…
And then there was the time I went to the bowling alley and played Revolution X until my ears bled from too much Aerosmith.
Nick picks up Alan and shoves him back into his dark room.
That’s why we don’t give you any light bulbs Alan! I’m afraid of what you might do if you could actually see what’s around you!
That kid’s fucked up.
It’s not like Alan to make decisions on his own. He was put up to it by someone else…
Nick and Porter appear in front of another door.
I’m sure he was the one that made Alan steal our toilet paper.
Are you sure you want to confront him? It’s only been 7 days since he’s tried to foul up our Cranium game.
Cranium is a different matter. This is Toilet Paper!
Nick and Porter enter the room without knocking and are face-to-face with their enemy.
A sinister-looking man stands in front of his window, facing Nick and Porter.
The infamous Nick and Porter. Your shenanigans have become tiresome in this household. I have brought it upon myself to bring you down.
But we’re upstairs.
I don’t get it. This is kinda Almond Joy-ish.
Almond Joy what?
What the fuck are you talking about?
Almond Joy-ish. It means perplexing.
What the fuck?
A myriad of vehement staplers are on their way to crush your impotent dreams of grandeur, Nathaniel!
Ok, I’m so fucking lost right now. You two are fucking idiots. Just leave my room. I’ll give you the rent check later.
Cut to Nick and Porter outside Nathaniel’s room and the door shuts behind them.
Well, that was easy.
Would you stop that shit?
I can’t, it’s the different things I call my creations as I scoop my ass.
NATHANIEL (off screen)
WHY IS THERE A BASKET OF SHIT UNDER MY WINDOW OH GOD IT SMELLS SO BAD!! I’LL GET YOU NICK AND PORTER!
And the conspiracy to bring down the emperors of 307A had been demolished. Nick and Porter went on to become CEOs of AIG and Lehman Brothers at the same time, while Alan became CEO of Washington Mutual. Nathaniel stayed at home with his mom after college and worked at the local bookstore until he was forty as a cashier. Being fuddled by Nick and Porter had taken its toll on him and he lost all reason for living. He now has 50 max-level characters on World of Warcraft and sells gold to friends around town.
Moral of the story is: If you shit in a toilet, wipe up.
chocotoib – n. a full bath in chocolate in which you also use soap
This is a satire about the way a certain “parent” would look upon a video game. It’s written as if it was for a site that was run by mothers who denounce controversial video games based on third party information rather than actually experiencing it themselves, and making rash judgments about things they have little knowledge about. The name of this “mother” is Soccer Mom Dave.
Developer/Publisher: King Games | Soccer Mom Score: 0/10
How dare they.
They made a game based on candy.
A group of buffoons who have enough gall to create a game so delicious-looking that it influences my children to eat candy!!!!!! All of these developers who made this game will rot in Candy Hell – don’t they know that America’s obesity epidemic starts and ends with the media? Games like Candy Crush Saga influence our children to become stupid, fat, obese adults who want to eat more candy and junk food. Jelly, whip cream, gum balls, exploding candy, chocolate balls with sprinkles that turn everything else into exploding candy! What kind of a sick mind would think of this stuff?
Not only does this game appeal to children, since they put a little child in the game as the main “protagonist” but they also try to appeal to sexy fatherly men who wear suits, just like this butler guy who tells you how to accomplish all of these massively unappealing, evil puzzles while talking in a sultry voice. It is just perfect that this game is a “match-three” game – it influences our children and prospective husbands to always want to eat candy in groups of three, four, or five. Not only that, but you get rewarded for matching higher combos, implying that you will succeed if you eat more candy! What lies are they feeding the general public with their implications!? There are absolutely no disclaimers that this candy is Calorie-Free, or even Fat-Free! Eating candy will kill you. Also, dragons and talking robots do not exist. I don’t know why they even put them in this slow-and-torturous-murder simulator. The dragon probably has diabetes from swimming in sugar water too long.
As if my life wasn’t terrible enough before this game came out, for free, I now have to deal with my children begging me for candy and acting like the whip cream in the game. They hug my knees, and don’t allow me to move until I clear them out. The only way I can get them to leave me alone is by pelting them with candy, just like in the game, and then I can move more freely. Sometimes my children cover themselves with Jelly and the only way to remove the Jelly is by throwing multiple combinations of candy at the Jelly chunks on their faces. My children are also recreating the game board from Candy Crush Saga in our 10-acre backyard with 300+ levels, just like in the game. When my husband gets home, all he does is drink beer and neglect me and my children, so it’s not like he’s going to put a stop to this madness! I wish that I could hire a butler to escort my children around this hugely elaborate candy game that is evolving in my backyard.
And just like the real-life version in my backyard, Candy Crush Saga was probably play-tested by all of three people, none of them paid. What’s the point of balancing a game when you can charge people anywhere from a dollar to FORTY damn dollars to cheat on an unbalanced game? Instead of trying to make the game a “fun,” balanced, and healthy experience, they’ve created a death machine meant to extort money and make the obesity epidemic even worse! Candy Crush Saga takes over the minds of the sheep we call our fellow humans and bleeds them dry for “power-ups” that shouldn’t even exist in a balanced game. No wonder they made 300 levels – you will inevitably be stuck on level 30, and never be able to play the other 90% of the game unless you pay to cheat! The temptation is absolutely unbearable! My children, both with iPhone 5s, have spent nearly 200 dollars each on this game to cheat. In real life, cheating is free — all you have to do is skirt around your obligations and make the other guy pay for the hotel. This game doesn’t teach my children any valuable or “useful” lessons.
Why can’t they make Health Food Saga, instead? It would have relieved my potential stress levels immeasurably. They should have used Fat-free milk, Baby Carrots, Asian Pears, Romaine Lettuce, Cherry Tomatoes and Vitamin Pills.
To conclude, this game needs to be more like real life – STOP PUTTING DELUSIONS IN MY IMPRESSIONABLE CHILDREN’S HEADS!!! LOOK AT WHAT IT HAS DONE TO MY LIFE, MY HOUSE, AND AMERICA!!! BAN CANDY CRUSH SAGA FROM YOUR iPHONES, PARENTS! THE RESISTANCE STARTS WITH YOU!
“Something about me? If you ask I will have to tell you I am a spicy chocolate! I am sweet and affectionate most of the time, BUT! If you dare to mess with me this sexy lady, I am very feisty so be warned ;p haha”
– from a girl’s dating profile
June 1, 1999
Today I went to Office Depot and bought a notebook. It was a pretty good price, if I do say so myself. A colleague of mine had suggested I get a college-ruled notebook this time, as the wide-ruled paper I had been getting over the years did not allow for sufficient explanation of scientific principles, and often I would take fifteen notebooks explaining one concept and I would get confused in the order or lose whole notebooks at any given time. Somehow I don’t think the college-ruled notebook will help me act smarter but given that Dr. Sandra DeBaer also had suggested the good idea of using paper towels instead of my hand to clean things in my house, maybe this will work better too.
June 18, 1999
My research team, Braduly Research Team, has set up a lab and funding for our next experiment. We have located ourselves to the outskirts of a marina in Long Beach, CA to prepare for excursions out into the ocean. I have selected a team of brave volunteers to deep sea dive into the treacherous depths of Long Beach to accomplish our research goal.
June 19, 1999
Today I brought in three starfish to experiment on. Part of the lofty goal we have chosen to explore will require us to test the electrical resistance of starfish and other sea-life we might encounter during our deep sea dive. Documenting our tests before the first dive will prove to be useful as we will make sure to not be surprised about exploding sea animals.
June 24, 1999
It has been five days since we barbecued starfish. We decided to eat the starfish but they didn’t sit very well with our stomachs and we have been feeling sick for the past five days. We should have just stuck with the Brazilian restaurant down the street. They might take forever to make their food but at least we won’t feel like more starfish are growing in our stomach.
June 30, 1999
The second stage of our pre-dive experiments has been successful. We have acquired thermal shielding for our deep sea scuba gear and are retrofitting our underwater vehicles. We must now plan for the contingency of releasing something we may not want to release. We will be experimenting with the torpedo systems in case any unforeseen terrors arise from beneath the Earth’s crust.
July 4, 1999
Today is July 4th, Independence Day. The beach has been overrun by patriots and their silly showings of nationalism. Nationalism is bad for countries; don’t they know what they are doing to their own country? We are all at base right now waiting for the escapades to end. We watch the silly explosions of chemicals on television, adding to the already existing pollution in our air. They celebrate the birth of a nation by killing the world it is on! It is quite hilarious, really.
July 5, 1999
We have spent the better part of the day re-establishing our communications array that was knocked askew by a rogue firework. I had to call AT&T to come out and look at it, and they said next time they come out they would have to charge us forty dollars because we have equipment attached to our communications systems that we didn’t purchased from them. How does that even make sense? Do they expect us to not use the communications systems that we pay for because we are using computers that aren’t made by them for a problem that isn’t even something that I had control over? Who do they think they are? Our dial-up modems download at five kilobytes a second — it might be fast but we can’t afford to waste any more time than is necessary.
I’ve been a paying customer for 3 years and pay 150 dollars for our phone lines each month. The funding for this experiment will run dry if there are too many more delays.
July 23, 1999
I have just got back from our funding meeting with Hersher & Globula, a multinational candy-making company. Those goobers think they can just cut off my funding with no explanation when I ask for more operatives to take over the marina. Well I got news for them! I am so close to the discovery of what lies beneath the Long Beach Seaquarium, that I will find volunteers to help me – FOR FREE.
July 26, 1999
I’ve posted bulletins up on telephone polls for operatives to help me discover what lies beneath the crust of the Earth. The response has been surprisingly overwhelming and I now have over three hundred volunteers equipped with their own gear and weaponry to put my experiment into motion. The Landrill has completed its final tests and is now ready to begin digging in the whale tank of the Long Beach Seaquarium.
August 12, 1999
It is the first day we have full control of the Long Beach Seaquarium. After we threw out all the marina employees and released the animals into the ocean, we activated the Landrill to begin its long trek into the crust. The 345 security operatives have full control of the marina at this very moment and we are keeping the administration of the marina locked in their offices. They are allowed to resume their daily duties, as we require food to be imported. We may get sick of eating fish that was meant for dolphins and whales, but I do not plan on waiting long for our goal to be accomplished.
August 14, 1999
There have been three incursions to our sanctity by the local law enforcement. Two by land, one by sea. All I will say is that it was a good thing we brought torpedoes. Due to our preparation and strategic location, we have very limited casualties and work on the Landrill goes swimmingly (pun intended).
August 17, 1999
The police chief has agreed to send us daily regiments of pizza to feed my army in exchange for one prisoner. I believe this is a fair trade off, considering this one prisoner is so ridiculously illogical and talks about how she believes in God. Honestly, how can you be a scientist and still believe in that good-for-nothing loser? He is a rapist and a terrorist, and he’s probably guilty of murder.
August 20, 1999
Our quest to find what lies beneath the Earth’s crust is nearly through! We have finally almost hit the edge of the crust with the Landrill. We must be careful now, as the chocolate that lies beneath the Earth’s crust must be cultivated and sold to candy makers at high prices! This will be the biggest discovery mankind has known since I proved that clouds are made of cotton candy!
August 22, 1999
As I write this, I felt it was important to note what evil I have unleashed upon this Earth. There are DEMON CHOCOLATE BUNNIES UNDERNEATH THE MARINA! They have dismembered fifteen of my operatives and our bullets and electricity guns do not harm them. They slowly advance out of the hole created by the Landrill. We are in a pincer attack situation, with Demon Chocolate Bunnies coming from within our position and police advancing from the outside. This situation is hopeless, but when the police discover what is happening, I will be who has the last laugh.
Alone in an alley, the mayor of Candybarrio in Foodland, Cassius Candybar was strolling through. It wasn’t exactly the safest of places to take a brisk walk, considering the last five high profile homicides had taken place here, in which all of the victims were mutilated to the point of being called a different food. No one knew what a Tomato Chocolate Smoothie was until last week when Clive Tomato and Sandy Chocandy were murdered and blended together.
“What kind of murderous, Foodlandish person would be able to exist?” the local news stations explored that question to no avail and received higher ratings than ever before. Conspiracy theorists even started to believe the news stations themselves were propagating this uptake in mutilation-type violence — or even hiring people to commit them so there would be more news coverage!
The sad truth of the matter was, that it was not that simple… Cassius knew more than he had let on in his myriad of interviews. To cut the mystery short, it was Cassius who had murdered the the five Foodlandish in the alley. He was using the publicity of the murders to propel himself to the forefront of the minds of Foodlandish in the upcoming elections.
And his plan was working.
That was, until a copycat murderer decided to open his killing spree with a high-profile target. Banana-Face the Orange had trained with his knife skills for like three hours before he came to the alley behind Roger and Jefferson’s Waffle House and Croissant Bakery.
It didn’t take too much effort to slice the ligaments in Cassisus’ legs… and before Cassius could do anything, a six-inch fruit peeler was jutted into his back. Banana-Face twisted the fruit peeler slowly as the caramel began to ooze out of Cassius. In his screams came more and more pain. The nougat began to ooze out along with the caramel and Banana-Face’s Relentless Fruit Peeler began to dig at Cassius’ peanuts. Once the hole was big enough, Banana-Face thrust his hand into Cassius and grabbed a peanut, ripping it from his nougaty center.
Cassius did everything he could to crawl away but it was to no avail. Banana-Face enraged and began to rapidly stab Cassius in his back. He began to bash Cassius’ head with his own peanut and caramel began to ooze from the back of his head. Cassius’ last ditch effort was to get his Battery-Powered Blender Knife from his right pocket. He reached for it and turned it on.
Banana-Face was in the middle of another Stab-and-Twist when Cassius flipped over, causing him to lose his balance. Cassius raised the whirring Blender Knife into the air and came into Banana-Face’s lower extremities. Banana-Face screamed louder than Cassius had, and orange juice sprayed onto Cassius’ face as he laughed maniacally, exacting his painful revenge on the orange. Orange pulp began to spray, as the knife got closer to Banana-Face’s core.
Cassius removed the Blending Knife and readied his thrust again. In that instant, Banana-Face reached and grabbed the fruit peeler in Cassius’ back and used it as a handle to get closer to Cassius before his next thrust. Cassius screamed in pain, but that didn’t do much to offset his balance as the blending knife came from the right and into Banana-Face’s side. They both screamed at the top of their lungs in their weird hug-like stance.
The alley was full of orange caramel juice. It flowed like a miniature river as it ended up into a grate on the floor. Banana-Face’s life force drained away and he eventually fell limp. Cassius fell to the ground as well, but in victory. He was relieved he had survived the ordeal, but little did he know, a new threat loomed beneath the alley — a fire-breathing Drah-Gun!
Shunookle the Drah-Gun was on a vacation from Nikpan and thought the sewer system in Foodland would provide for a nice respite from the hustle and bustle of Dragon Town. Unfortunately for her, this was the sixth extremely loud murder to occur within the last week, and it was pissing her off! She burst out of the alley’s asphalt and flew into the air, throwing asphalt all over the place and flying away.
Cassius Candybar was ultimately known for killing all tourism in Candybarrio once Shunookle the Drah-Gun posted on BizarroBook, the world’s most popular social network that Candybarrio was a very loud and unsafe place to visit.
Moral of the story: Considering the consequences of your actions is prudent in matters of politics.
“I’m just dandy!! I’ve got a bowl of chocolate pudding my underpants!”
“uhh….we didn’t have any pudding in there, buddy”
– from Black Sheep
“My wife, mom, daughters and my sister are all getting these magnificent long-stemmed roses from me for Christmas. And Ghirardelli chocolates, of course!”
– from a spam e-mail
Q: Why did Godzilla swallow the freighter loaded with cocoa beans?
A: He loved chocolate ships (chips).
Q: What kind of bar doesn’t serve drinks?
A: A chocolate bar!
Q: Which candy can’t get anywhere on time?