Voice Post: Zombies attack. Hilarity ensues.

[bliumchik]

Comments

[ambient-hermes.livejournal.com]

Trascript!

I took my speakers upstairs to listen to music, so I am computer-deaf at the mo!

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

Ironically, the post is about how nobody ever transcriobes my voiceposts which is apity cos it's fun to read other eople's versions of what I said.

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Even when they're the crack version that has absolutely nothing at all to do with the voice post?

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

Of course! although it might be kind of hard to tell the difference with some of mine.

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

(More ironically, I wrote the transcript before reading the comment about how nobody ever transcribes your voice posts, and missed the bit in the voice post about how nobody ever transcribes your voice posts.)

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

omg ded of iron.

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Evil girders.

[lackofmendacity.livejournal.com]

oh, it's lovely to hear your voice again, albeit deeper and in a detached-sort of way.

cute little song at the end, but i agree with mel... requires transcript, dammit! the first line was incomprehensible, i only heard the word gonnorhea, though knowing you, that probably was it *laughs*

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

It starts: "Ok, I'm trying to record a voicepost, but [?] is acting up."

Behold! I shall transcribe somewhat usefully in comments! Mine is an evil laugh!

[lackofmendacity.livejournal.com]

Oh no, not the actual first line! *giggles* Thanks for transcribing though.

I was actually referring to the first line of her little ditty, which upon listening to again I think mentions 'fighting for gonnorhea's rights'. *sighs*... Maggie, help!

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Oops. That line ends with something along the lines of "you'll find that gonorrhea's rife", but I haven't a clue before that.

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

In Ron McDonald's house you'll find that gonnorhea's rife
He got it off some floozy and he gave it to his wife
But don't you worry chaps because there's better things in life
Like ice-cream and monopoly... and... stabbings with a knife.

To the tune of Flogging Molly's Irish Drinking Song.