February 13, 2006
Storyboredom
I'll let them describe this in their own words. Enjoy.
"We are storyboard artists in animation. During the course of production millions of sketches are produced. Some are used but most are not. These are the ones that "got away" and scribbly scribbles deemed not worthy for prime time."
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StOryboredom. Yeesh. Monkey not type so good a lot.
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This is where I live my life.
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link not workin' there, Nick buddy.
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Huh. Well, I guess I'll just have to take it to my grave.
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I took it as a sarcastic self-deprecating comment that Nick's life isn't working properly.
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I just kept paring away the URL until I got This server speaks in pictures. Which was weird, because there were no pictures on that page!! *spooky music*
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Monkeyfilter: "I need to clear my head"
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If you just hit enter while Nick's link is in your address bar, blogspot thinks that you are not being hotlinked from another site. Cute post.
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WTF? Someone took my monkey moniker and made a cartoon out of it. Those f*ckers. I burn down your embassy.
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Want we should boycott cartoonists for a while, SB?
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Yes, please. There's no justice in the world. *rails at world* *sobs*
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*wipes tears away* Grrrrr. ...and now they will feel the wrath of Eldratiel, the sting of its Eldium blade ...forged by the Elders of the Eldren, in the Eldrenwood near Eld; bequeathed to the Elected Eldren of El and found by me in a dumpster. Wish me godspeed, I go to avenge my honor! *trumpet blast*
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He won't be back, will he? Poor, doomed bastard!
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*jams cork into trumpet*** **rolls over, puts head under pellow, goes back to sleep**
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This is a fatwa from the non-doomed not-bastard. Throw down your website and come out with your hands up and we will show some forms of leniency to be discussed after your surrender and a groin crushing kick that will lift your body off the planet a considerable distance. And now another trumpet blast to show seriousness of intent! *blaarrrp*
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Where'd this cork come from?
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*eats some butter cookies in support*
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Your quest is noble, storybored. You can count on MY AXE!!! And if that's not good enough for you, I also have A MACHINE GUN!!! And if that doesn't do the trick, perhaps I'll RUN AWAY SCREAMING!!! AND FALL DOWN CRYING!!! FOR MY MOMMY!!! CHARGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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*Madly looks for a way to support the Danes, and ends up watching a lot of Scooby-Doo reruns*
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Call in the Crossing Guards. They will fix your "little problem". With guns.
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For Valhalla! For Asgard! YEEEEAAGGGGHHHHH!
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I'm tellin' ya StoryBoard, one more time with that trumpet, and I'm going to be jammin' more than the cork somewhere. I mean it. You kids get the h@ll of my lawn.
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*rings door bell*
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*giggles behind bushes* Shhh....be cool, man!
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Well, storeybored, the quest has taken an unusual turn. But of course, I stand behind you, and you have my BAG ON FIRE WITH DOO-DOO INSIDE!!!
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*steps backwards into flaming bag of doo-doo* YEAGGGHHH! * stomp * * stomp *
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*opens door, throws bucket of hot, soapy water on StoryBored* *takes wobbly aim at Nickdanger with a .28 loaded with rock salt* I said, "GIT, Yah varmits! "You kids git the h@ll ofen m'front porch. And take yer cowboy friend with ya.
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Ha! She didn't find me behind the bushes. And I peed in there! *runs away giggling*
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Lara always get away with everything, damnit *hobbles away with bag on foot, soapy water on head*
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Hey you guys wait a minnit: Let's pelt her house with snowballs, she can't get us from across the street.
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Eh, no, I guess not. I hear Blue mumbling something about 'Oh, I'll get y'all peppered but [i]good[/i]...'
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*comes up behind StoryBored and gives Underpants Monster-sized wedgie followed by snow balls in the tidy whities* Yer think yer pretty darn big fer yer britches, don'cha? *pokes Flagpole in skinny chest with pointy finger* GIT! Before I douse ya in cockpunch!
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*cries Ah, ah, but I did nuthin', Ma... Mh, wait, cockpunch. *carefully takes rubber gloves from back pocket
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*perks up* Did someone say cockpunch? You guys get her 28, and I'll dash inside and steal her collectibles.
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I'd do it but I'm walking kinda funny right now. Why is that?