Steampunk. Steam, and Punk. Perhaps…scheme, and funk. Schemefunk! There! Now I created a new subject for what will amount to be another black hole for Hunter Cressall’s time! Your welcome, Hunter!
Steampunk. Steam, and Punk. Perhaps…scheme, and funk. Schemefunk! There! Now I created a new subject for what will amount to be another black hole for Hunter Cressall’s time! Your welcome, Hunter!
>:(
Stop making frowny faces and get me a hat! My head is cold, and the sunlight is damaging to my golden locks.
Also, I counter Schemefunk with…Meanjunk. A new subgenre in which people dress up in angry salvage. Set perhaps in 1970′s America. I’m coming to join ya…Victoria!?…nah.
Does Schemefunk involved wringing one’s hands deviously and twirling mustaches??
Schemefunk is a carefully arranged and systematic plan of action for attaining a musty odor, such as moldy tobacco or Hunter’s room. If you can’t make a movie out of that, then perhaps, you should consider putting down the camera and STEEPING BACK!
And, I meant to stay “steeping”. By no means did I mean stepping or doorknob!
Eugene feel bad about about the harshness of the steeping comment. He thinks that it is just the sort of balderdash that the Commodore would say!
He still wants Hunter to leave him alone. Hunter eats his boogers. Steam boogers, of course.
I logged in and rubbed my private parts all over Eugene’s profile.
And by private I mean elbow. My elbow likes its privacy.
Yes, but given Hunter’s alien physiology, his elbow actually performs some unsavory functions. Farm animals have pictures of Hunter’s elbows with a red circle and line through them. Do not EVEN breach the subject of his knees!
We’d stop him, Eugene, if Hunter weren’t so demmed entertaining!
And, I meant to say “steeping”. By no means did I mean “stepping” or “doorknob.” Did I just post this twice?