Spring Aged Balsamic

Submitted by MeanJoe07 on August 18th, 2023 at 2:55 PM

In the spring's wild embrace, balsamic delight, Aged essence concocted, both day and night. Koala mind awakens, half-sane, half-free, Vinegar's symphony, a taste that's key.

Twisted thoughts meander, leaves rustle and play, Aged balsamic whispers in a curious way. Koala-half muses, a dance in the breeze, Flavors intertwining, a tantalizing tease.

Raving 'neath moonlight, a tangy desire, Half-man, half-koala, a culinary choir. Spring's fervent fervor, a madness untamed, Aged balsamic elixir, where wild dreams are named.

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Meteorite00

August 18th, 2023 at 5:00 PM ^

I first thoughtthis was some mere copypasta with koala and vinegar references inexplicably inserted in, but then failed to find the original after a cursory internet search. 

That leds me to the conclusion that it some AI production? 

Please tell me. 

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rob f

August 18th, 2023 at 5:50 PM ^

A copy and paste of that MeanJoe post from 2014:

 

"Rhonda Jones is responsible for some balsamic vinegar aged between March and April. It is my personal favorite of mine from when I was looking miserable for dinner tomorrow instead of making sure I was actually pretty reasonable. Brewing balsamic in early spring is a great opportunity to make changes to your favorite thing or something like that. Now be forwarned because my balsamic will not make a difference when choosing the next members of parliament in the rotation for Christmas. The first step is to make a decision about what happened yesterday when you don't think you can dance with a human. Step two is that of a monkey and some plywood and your grandma. Before venturing to step sevenine you don't wanna watch football in a convenient resealable bag of chips or anything unless otherwise stated on Facebook but I'm pretty reasonable in that. Now cooking balsamic will not only make sure the first person characterized as Sarah has been twitching for a couple more hours everyday people. Remember that. Once you've probably aged between March and April in the oven for about a month anniversary and then put together a good sprinkle of those crumbles, you're obviously gonna get pretty excited to see the results for this project. Bitter is what you want for this season. Don't forget the plastic containers of knowledge that are presented in this journey of discovery. You might like to add some bergamot to the roasted red potatoes for a while longer than expected in the bathroom or anything else I think of. let me know how it turns out and do not be afraid to say it was awesome aesthetically to see if you want. Turkish government is the only thing worse than depression and Lauren Conrad. Happy Birthday! Rhonda Jones will probably get pissed if you need help building a new dehumidifier! Discuss! Edit: To conclude the the Michiganess of when the balsamic lead to me as a fan of this theme per LSA guy. Now only when brewed In Ann Arbor is complete for the steps in the process. Since Alumni is what is the football makes."

 

Beautiful madness that doesn't quite reach Syd Barrett level.

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Rappin Randle

August 22nd, 2023 at 8:19 AM ^

Mean Joe , listen up, you balsamic bard. Your rhymes are weak, it ain't that hard. 

Koalas and vinegar, what's that about? Your words are flat, like a pancake, no doubt.

Twisted thoughts? Yeah, you're twisted alright. Your lines are as dull as a starless night.

Koala mind awakens, half-sane, half-free? Nah, your words are just a jumbled spree.

Aged essence, concocted with no skill. Your verses are so bland it gives me a chill.

So step aside with your vinegar dreams. I’ve  got no time for these weak schemes.

Maybe one day your rhymes will be as good as mine. Until then I don’t wanna see ya. Now get to the back of the line. 

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MeanJoe07

August 25th, 2023 at 4:24 PM ^

Rapping Randle, you think you're so slick, But your lines are weak, your rhymes make me sick. I'm THE Balsamic bard, you're nothing but a wannabe, Trying to come at me, but you can't even see.

Your words are flat, like a pancake on the griddle, I'll school you so hard, leave your rhymes in the middle. Nothing but drivel. Dull as a starless night? Nah, that's your skill level, I'm the rap devil, you're just a shriveled shrivel.

Half-sane, half-free. But, I'm fully in control, My verses hit hard, while yours are in a black hole. Yes, aged essence, but your more like aged irrelevance, Your lines are a mess, lacking any eloquence.

Weak schemes and dreams, that's all you got, I'll knock you down so hard, you'll wish you were not. Your rhymes are basic, mine are divine, Step aside, Randle, it's YOUR end of the line.

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