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'''Hello, traveler!''' The Smoking Monkey is taking some time to re-imagine his user page. He needs to answer important questions, such as:
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'''Man!''' It's been like, over a freaking year, and there's still no re-imaginin' going on for this user page! No graphics, no funny statements, no funny questions! Not even a miserable italicized word!
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#Will it have words?
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[[image:homestar.jpg|thumb|100px|right|<small>The world's first slingshot?</small>]]
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#Will there be pictures?
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''That's better.''
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#Can he have a sandwich?
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Sadly, only time will tell if any of these questions will bear the bitter fruit the bards once called "an answer."
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==The Failure of Imagination (Or, Why No One Should Ever Compose Streams of Consciousness)==
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<small>'''DISCLAIMER: None of the following is true, nor is it endorsed by the Homestar Runner Wiki, employees of SOGLO, Ltd., or any sandals, anywhere. Maybe Teva sandals, but that would be the exception.'''</small>
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In the meantime, occupy yourself by checking out ''the rest'' of this fine wiki.
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The Smoking Monkey thinks that when angels cry, this means Vlad Guerrero has a season-ending MCL injury. When someone says, "I Can't!" he replies ,"not ''the'' Immanuel Kant, philosopher extrordinaire?" He believes firmly that everything Homestar says is really a coded message somehow linked to that piece of tire he once say on Route 95. He feels it's not always right to hold the door open for little old ladies - what is he, a professional doorman? No, no, no. He is, was, and shall be a proponent for getting manatees put on restaurant menus, expunging the word "crotchless" from the English language, and tapioca. Lots of thick, rich, tapioca.
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&mdash; {{User:Thesmokingmonkey/sig}} 14:41, 28 March 2006 (UTC)
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Dee-lish.
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&mdash; {{User:Thesmokingmonkey/sig}} 17:25, 9 April 2007 (UTC)

Revision as of 17:25, 9 April 2007

Man! It's been like, over a freaking year, and there's still no re-imaginin' going on for this user page! No graphics, no funny statements, no funny questions! Not even a miserable italicized word!

The world's first slingshot?

That's better.

The Failure of Imagination (Or, Why No One Should Ever Compose Streams of Consciousness)

DISCLAIMER: None of the following is true, nor is it endorsed by the Homestar Runner Wiki, employees of SOGLO, Ltd., or any sandals, anywhere. Maybe Teva sandals, but that would be the exception.

The Smoking Monkey thinks that when angels cry, this means Vlad Guerrero has a season-ending MCL injury. When someone says, "I Can't!" he replies ,"not the Immanuel Kant, philosopher extrordinaire?" He believes firmly that everything Homestar says is really a coded message somehow linked to that piece of tire he once say on Route 95. He feels it's not always right to hold the door open for little old ladies - what is he, a professional doorman? No, no, no. He is, was, and shall be a proponent for getting manatees put on restaurant menus, expunging the word "crotchless" from the English language, and tapioca. Lots of thick, rich, tapioca.

Dee-lish.

THE SMOKING MONKEY 17:25, 9 April 2007 (UTC)

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