Ask cuncuna...

Dear friend... Do you know who is Kurt Vonnegut?

cuncuna wrote: • If cows could fly, flies could cow.

Genius!

Vompatti wrote: Do you consider Arthur Rimbaud's poetry pretentious and pseudo-artistic? And if you don't, why not?

While I do enjoy reading my copy of "A season in hell" (I'm not sure about how accurate this translation is), the lack of continuity in Rimbaud's work left us with the limitated possibility of simply look at his poems as a rare outburst, instead of a more constructed... ¿you know what? I actually hate poetry...
    

Is Guitar Wolf supposed to be a prize or a punishment?

Viajero Astral wrote: Dear Cuncuna, do you have any question for us?When you gonna give me a Guitar Wolf?

I guess my only question for all of you would be the following:

¿What kind of breakfast is an unbreakableslow if
you silently wait for elephants to dial the phone number of your best friend in order to see what kind of money elephants use and where do they keep it, but only after finishing a mint chocolate stored forever in the eyes of a very cheap miniature Australia, and what for?

And here's your guitar wolf my friend. I choose this one specially for you, and it is the only one that doesn't stand for a penalty red card:




    
    

Edited by cuncuna - January 10 2007 at 16:55

Scapler wrote: Who is John Galt?

John Galt... mmm... entering random suburban contemporary psychotronic mode...

John Galt: A fierce member of the "Erectile disfunctional club", club that lasted only a few hours, and then got closed because there was no active members on it. He joined the royal airforce of my living room in 1968, causing a bit of a problem between my family and the people who was in my living room. In 1969, he purchased a calendar and several cats. Died in a violent explosion in 1983, while trying to cook "Dynamite chicken", a very volatile chicken recipe that, well executed, provides an instantaneous dish and a lot of emotion. It is, off course, a harder preparation than that japanese fish dish (shish, trish, plish). What remain of him was later mistaken for a Jackson Pollok painting, or a Michael Jackson album, or a Michael Bolton haircut. As that trinity, his memory keep us in terror, but what can you do.
    
    

Edited by cuncuna - January 10 2007 at 17:09

Philéas wrote: Can you imagine what Guitar Wolf taste like?

Boiled turtle with some rotten Zombie, sugar, chicken, carrots, mustard and toothpaste. Cold.
    

cuncuna wrote: Boiled turtle with some rotten Zombie, sugar, chicken, carrots, mustard and toothpaste. Cold.

Sounds tasty! Does it sound tasty to you aswell? What do you think Guitar Wolf's opinions are on this subject? Do you think they think it sounds tasty?

cuncuna wrote: Angelo wrote: Would you like to sit with your bum on the surface of the sun? (this one inspired by progadictos signature )  My bum is very inflamable,

hahahhhaha *falls out of chair*

Philéas wrote: cuncuna wrote: Boiled turtle with some rotten Zombie, sugar, chicken, carrots, mustard and toothpaste. Cold.      Sounds tasty! Does it sound tasty to you aswell? What do you think Guitar Wolf's opinions are on this subject? Do you think they think it sounds tasty?

I'm not trying to upset anyone, or disrespect an entire country, but I met a japanese fellow once, and I'm pretty sure he could eat anything. So I guess they would like a dish such as the one described.