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[AliceinHalloweentown]

The history of the world, my love --
Save a lot of graves,
Do a lot of relatives favors!
Is those below serving those up above!
Ev'rybody shaves,
So there should be plenty of flavours!
How gratifying for once to know
That those above will serve those down below!

Now let's see, here... We've got tinker.
Something... pinker.
Tailor?
Paler
Butler?
Subtler.
Potter?
Hotter.
Locksmith?

Lovely bit of clerk.
Maybe for a lark.
Then again there's sweep
If you want it cheap
And you like it dark!
Try the financier,
Peak of his career!
That looks pretty rank.
Well, he drank,
It's a bank
Cashier.
Never really sold.
Maybe it was old.
Have you any Beadle?
Next week, so I'm told!
Beadle isn't bad till you smell it and
Notice 'ow well it's been greased...
Stick to priest!

 

[marypops!]

Happy I found that again. It's fun to make it work.

 

[AliceinHalloweentown]

Now then, this might be a little bit stringy,
but then of course it's... fiddle player!
No, this isn't fiddle player -- it's piccolo player!
'Ow can you tell?
It's piping hot!
Then blow on it first!


The history of the world, my sweet --
Oh, Mr. Todd,
Ooh, Mr. Todd,
What does it tell?
Is who gets eaten, and who gets to eat!
And, Mr. Todd,
Too, Mr. Todd,
Who gets to sell!
But fortunately, it's also clear
That ev'rybody goes down well with beer!

Since marine doesn't appeal to you, 'ow about... rear admiral?
Too salty. I prefer general.
With, or without his privates? "With" is extra.

What is that?
It's fop.
Finest in the shop.
And we have some shepherd's pie peppered
With actual shepherd on top!
And I've just begun --
Here's the politician, so oily
It's served with a doily,
'ave one!
Put it on a bun.
Well, you never know if it's going to run!
Try the friar,
Fried, it's drier!
No, the clergy is really
Too coarse and too mealy!
Then actor,
That's compacter!
Yes, and always arrives overdone!
I'll come again when you have JUDGE on the menu!

Wait! True, we don't have judge yet,
but we've got something you might fancy even better.
What's that?
Executioner!

Have charity towards the world, my pet!

Yes, yes, I know, my love!
We'll take the customers that we can get!
High-born and low, my love!
We'll not discriminate great from small!
No, we'll serve anyone,
Meaning anyone,
And to anyone
At all!

 

[AliceinHalloweentown]

I love writing short stories on Mrs. Lovett's obsession with Mr. Todd...

 

[marypops!]

I short head to bed soon...

 

[marypops!]

The marbles on this marble door are so... Marbley!

 

[::Snow_White::]

Anybody good at limiting reactants?

I'm fine with the mass ones, but I don't know what to do to find the limited reactant using moles.

 

[AliceinHalloweentown]

Oooh marble door!

 

[marypops!]

Take a look at who's on the front page

 

[AliceinHalloweentown]

Steamboat Willie

 

[marypops!]

Didn't notice these guys until this trip.

 

[nerdylightbulb]

 

[marypops!]

 

[AliceinHalloweentown]

Holy shnaz.. Humpty Dumpty is suggesting Alice should've arranged to be killed at 7 years old:
“Seven years and six months!” Humpty Dumpty repeated thoughtfully. “An uncomfortable sort of age. Now if you’d asked MY advice, I’d have said “Leave off at seven”–—but it’s too late now.”

“I never ask advice about growing,” Alice said indignantly.

“Too proud?” the other inquired.

Alice felt even more indignant at this suggestion. “I mean,” she said, “that one can’t help growing older.”

“ONE can’t, perhaps,” said Humpty Dumpty, “but TWO can. With proper assistance, you might have left off at seven.”

 

[marypops!]

I never got that until you just explained it

https://www.keyboardforblondes.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=products.demo

Hah, that's hilarious.

 

[nerdylightbulb]

Everyone's a writer. I just have a general plot.

 

[AliceinHalloweentown]

I think if I arranged to be killed, I'd want Sweeney Todd to do it...

 

[AliceinHalloweentown]

Chapter 1: Welcome to the Haunted Mansion
shhhh.tick.shhhh.tick.shhh.tick

The sound of someone hobbling up to the old mansion filled the air. A hat sales man was approaching the house, a manor, up at the top of a crooked hill. It was a stately place, time had done it well, and the grandeur of New Orleans was clearly reflected in its towering pillars and intricate ironwork. Pausing for a minute, the man smelled the air. Damp, he noted, like the threat of rain. He continued now, stepping carefully up a series of stairs to the impressive front door. With his hands full due to the hatbox and a walking assistant, he tapped on the door still holding his cane. Tired and frail, the man chose to place the large hatbox on the ground while he waited.
Footsteps boomed from behind the door. The clicks and slides of what sounded like various locks and security measures echoed. The large oak door began to creak open, and a beautiful woman peeked from behind with a blank expression. Her hair was black as a raven, and seemed to be oddly speckled with green and silver strands. Her eyes shone like two stolen emeralds upon a pallid surface. She had blood red lips, and a dress made up of a black and green striped bodice and a violet skirt. What the man noticed most, though, was her stunning long, pale neck, with nothing but a black cameo choker to cover it.


Haha.. wow there's a reason I never finished this story xD
FAIL.

 

[::Snow_White::]

O: There was a rumor a month or so ago that Emma Watson died in a car crash.

Good thing I didn't hear about it or I probably would've cried 10 times over.
She's like one of my ultimate role models besides JK Rowling. Seriously.
Who would make a rumor like that?

 

[Mrs. Chamberlain]

I really hate blonde jokes. Your hair color doesn't change your intellegence. They're pretty much the same as race related jokes -_-