Twenty-Sixth Run - And I thought I spoke moonspeak

[speeding]

Seriously did I enter the twilight zone? Because I only understand about one word in ten you freaks are using.

Don't make me crack open a can of moonspeak on yo butts.

Pity da foo'.

[Added a little later]

Seriously, can anyone write normally? Like, anyone? Code, please tell me you can translate some of this gobbledy gook.

And don't tell me here if you're going to take ten pages to answer "yes" or "no".

Comments

[speeding]

I'm not a moron but I'm not some language nerd either. It's not that I don't know big words, I think I'm just allergic to that many of them all strung together at once.

I dunno, gimme pizza any day bro.

Got it in one.

[grinninggrifter.livejournal.com]

If I applied myself, I'd be able to do some speedy translations, but I'm not particularly keen on decoding a page describing toast. Before you say I'm joking, I'll tell you that I'm not; it was really about toast. I'll let you know now that you aren't missing anything.

I prefer burgers, if you're talking fast, greasy food.

That seems to be the answer to nearly every mystery here. It'd be enough to make a guy wonder. That is, if said man wasn't allergic to being speared by tree branches.

Bad memories =(

[speeding]

Toast, seriously?

Burgers are good, all American, but my artery clogger of choice is pizza.

... Yeah. Well, sometimes you don't do a damn thing and the tree gets you anyway.