I think number one up there would be more accurate if it read "AMERICAN money isn't made out of paper, it's made out of cotton". But then, maybe the site that these came from was only supposed to be read by Americans...
<RJMC>: I wouldn't believe too much of it, if I were you...
I don't recall saying that happened. Spliff would always climb up on the couch of his own free will, and walk off with no apparent ill effect. His owners didn't treat it as a source of amusement, either. It was people from outside the household that found it mildly amusing. His owners were more...
The graphics for that level were originally foreground graphics in the game Menace, a sidescrolling shoot-em-up for the Amiga. The level was supposed to hearken back to the earlier game. The music probably came from the same game.
It's called "Beast of a Level" because the graphics come from...
Nethack, and all of it's kin are based on Rougue, an carry over that game's imperfections, as well as its charms.
The point is, when you play as many as I do (Angband, Moria, Akalabeth, Wasteland, etc) you kinda lose the ability to easily remember the various nonintuitive key layouts.
And...
How peculiar... most people think the exact opposite of me.
Well, dude... even if I was inclined to alter my mental state, I couldn't afford the stuff.
I don't do drugs, I don't even drink. And that seems to piss my pals off, strangely. Probably because they know I'll never shout them a...
Who ever said I used it? Or got my pets stoned?
And for your information, Spliff died somewhere around his mid to late twenties. In 1978, I think. Not sure.
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You've never closely observed a cat on "The Nip", have you? Their eyes unfocus, some tend to drool, coordination goes down, and they have a tendency to roll around on their backs. Ours used to do it all the time, demolishing the catnip in the process.
The "scent" is microparticles (in...
So, no catnip, then?
Sheesh. It used to do the exact same thing whenever they lit up. It wasn't just attention seeking, dude. Cats tend to be more... pointed about that sort of thing.
Now, personally I'd be worried if they were somehow forcing it to snort coke through a teensy-tiny straw...
Oh, man. I get this sort of thing, but from the people down the road. They sit in this big truck shed they have, throwing huge parties after midnight, getting totally drunk, playing loud music, and, by the sound of it, letting off fireworks or something. Everyone for about twenty houses either...
A spliff is a joint, I believe.
Some friends of my mum used to have a cat called Spliff. They were major Wacky Tobaccy fans, and the cat used to climb up and sit between them when they were smoking on the couch. Apparently, Spliff was a stoner too... used to sit there, blitzed out of his...