User:Tayor
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User Biography[edit | edit source]
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“Alright to your comment earlier---penis backwards is sinep and if you seperate those words, that makes sin ep, a sin is an unforgivable thing against god, and ep is etymology for after, or it means bible. So my question to you is: is a penis really something given to someone after they did a sin, or is it something given to someone to correct a sin?”
This user posses the rank of Musk Calf, and is an up and coming member of the CMC. Ain't he/she sweet? Their fledgling Cow Power is growing, steadily...
Have you ever noticed that when you look up during the day into the beautiful rays of the sun, you can become momentarily blinded? Tayor embodies the very essence of that feeling. Tayor is that feeling. You don't really want to look into the sun, but every once in a while you get curious. So, here, sent from above to satiate your curiosity (mostly from herself, as she is God) Tayor sits, poised and ready to respond to any comments you leave her on her talk page.
Origins[edit | edit source]
This user is a girl, born to two mentally...touched individuals. She grew up in several places, including New York, Vermont, and Your Mom. You can guess where she was happiest.
The HRH MuCal. Tayor MUN (Praise!) (CMC!)[edit | edit source]
Amazingly brilliant is it not? I owe it to Severian, so, thanks!
Stolen Templates. Oh yes.[edit | edit source]
This user loves Gerard Way
, and does think he looks pretty walking down the street in the best damn dress he owns. |
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This user speaks Français at a near-native level. |
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This user does not speak Dumbass and believes it to be an embarrassment to language. Furthermore, this user desires the genocide of all Dumbass speakers. |
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Bushisms[edit | edit source]
“As you can possibly see, I have an injury myself — not here at the hospital, but in combat with a cedar. I eventually won. The cedar gave me a little scratch. As a matter of fact, the Colonel asked if I needed first aid when she first saw me. I was able to avoid any major surgical operations here”
“I think we are welcomed. But it was not a peaceful welcome.”
“Those who enter the country illegally violate the law.”
“Wow! Brazil is big.”
“So please give cash money to organizations that are directly involved in helping save lives — save the life who had been affected by Hurricane Katrina.”
“The relations with, uhh — Europe are important relations, and they've, uhh — because, we do share values. And, they're universal values, they're not American values or, you know — European values, they're universal values. And those values — uhh — being universal, ought to be applied everywhere.”
“I promise you I will listen to what has been said here, even though I wasn't here.”
“We both use Colgate toothpaste”
“It is white”
“I'm the master of low expectations”
Frank Zappa[edit | edit source]
Listen close, as I tell you a story,
The Muffin Man is seated at the table in the laboratory of the utility muffin Research kitchen... reaching for an oversized chrome spoon he gathers an Intimate quantity of dried muffin remnants and brushing his scapular aside Procceds to dump these inside of his shirt... He turns to us and speaks: "Some people like cupcakes better. I for one care less for them!" Arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot of a fully charged icing Anointment utensil he poots forths a quarter-ounce green rosette (oh ah yuk Yuk... let’s try that again...!) he poots forth a quarter-ounce green rosette Near the summit of a dense but radiant muffin of his own design. Later he says: "Some people... some people like cupcakes exclusively, while myself, I say There is naught nor ought there be nothing so exalted on the face of god’s grey Earth as that prince of foods... the muffin!" Girl you thought he was a man But he was a muffin He hung around till you found That he didn’t know nuthin’ Girl you thought he was a man But he only was a-puffin’ No cries is heard in the night As a result of him stuffin’ goodnight Austin, Texas, where ever you are.
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Uncyclopedia Contributions[edit | edit source]
I've finally done something.
Find out how sucky it is here.
Hey wait! This one is marginally better!
I tried to write a poem for UnPoetia....it's uh...just...interesting....DON'T READ IT
I've also contributed to Uncyclopedia Horoscopes for the week of 9/29/08. Check it out--there's some valuable (true!) advice.
Awards (kinda)[edit | edit source]
Rangeley has awarded you a cookie! Now go play in traffic. |
Tayor has decided to grace you with her presence. She likes kittens, and apparently you too. Yay!! Now hear these words of wisdom, and good bye. |
On your knees, worthy one! The Right Reverend Major Sir Zim_ulator blesses you. Your blessings are increasing exponentially. In the name of Sophia, the Church of Uncyclopedia and the Universal Church Triumphant of the Apathetic Agnostic, kneel and receive the melding of Zim's holy axe and your wetware. Now go write me a good UnNews article. Cheers! Rev. Zim_ulator (Talk) I am the dirt under your rollers 03:48, March 15, 2010 (UTC) |
Igor, grab me my voting staff. I deem you worthy! Pshazap! |
Somebody has awarded you a cookie! Now go play in traffic. |
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