January 25, 2007

Go Sloth!!!! Goooooooo!!!!!
  • Reminds me of my ex-girlfriend, in bed.
  • it reminds me of her, too.
  • It reminds me of watching the three of you.
  • It reminds me of this thread.
  • This thread is a disgrace.
  • Isn't choosing not to choose a choice? Didn't the sloth further the experiment by choosing not participate?
  • Reminds me of all of you in bed while you're sound asleep like little babies aw, how cute. Isn't sloth one of the ninety-three deadly sins?
  • Some sloths. The bad ones.
  • Neither pounds of cucumbers nor plates of homemade spaghetti were appetizing enough... Well, that's just typical! I wouldn't come out of my tree for that, either. Just because I'm sloths are slow and hairy doesn't mean they don't enjoy some mighty fine cookin'.
  • If it's a critter on a pole ye seek ...
  • And I shall raise an army under the sloth banner and together we will...we will...we will...just fucking frustrate you. Take that, results-oriented science fuckers.
  • You've got to admire such commitment.
  • They forgot bringing in a female sloth. Only sex can beat sloth.
  • He's a sloth, guys.They call him that for a reason. He probably wouldn't drive a car, either.
  • Mats obviously wanted absolutely nothing to do with furthering science," said Axel Burchardt, a university spokesman. Well, did they explain it to him that way, or did they just try to bribe him with some stupid fucking cucumbers?
  • I have Stupid Fucking Cucumbers on DVD.
  • Have you seen Stupid Fucking Cucumbers on HD? Man, them are some bumpy ass cucumbers.
  • I say good for him. If I were stuck in a cage and asked to climb a pole, no amount of cucumbers would do it for me, either.
  • That one time we went to see those pole-dancing sloths? Dude, that was a pretty tame evening right there.
  • You were maybe expecting some hot cucumber action?
  • Rolling in homemade spaghetti
  • A poem about sloth and food and poetry (but no poles)for the sloth: Blues by Elizabeth Alexander I am lazy, the laziest girl in the world. I sleep during the day when I want to, 'til my face is creased and swollen, 'til my lips are dry and hot. I eat as I please: cookies and milk after lunch, butter and sour cream on my baked potato, foods that slothful people eat, that turn yellow and opaque beneath the skin. Sometimes come dinnertime Sunday I am still in my nightgown, the one with the lace trim listing because I have not mended it. Many days I do not exercise, only consider it, then rub my curdy belly and lie down. Even my poems are lazy. I use syllabics instead of iambs, prefer slant to the gong of full rhyme, write briefly while others go for pages.
  • Baby sloth video! scroll down a bit Oh, teh squee, the squeee, it burns! his widdle arms, his widdle eyes, his widdle yawn waste of film to show teh smiley girlfriend
  • Happy sloth (NSFW).