I should probably feel bad about stealing from my parents. But stealing my own birth certificate is something I probably shouldn't have to do.
Crazy honkies.
So I'm playing Taboo and the word is E-Mail
Me: Okay, It's something you send
Friend: Anthrax
Me: ಠ_à²
And later during Scattergories, one of the categories is "Things You Shout" with this rounds letter being "N" and the only thing I can think of is "Nice Dick" XD
(04-11-2009, 09:54 PM)Vongore link Wrote: [ -> ][quote author=Scary Womanizing Pig Mask link=topic=2632.msg76108#msg76108 date=1239504746]
So I'm playing Taboo and the word is E-Mail
Me: Okay, It's something you send
Friend: Anthrax
Me: ಠ_à²
And later during Scattergories, one of the categories is "Things You Shout" with this rounds letter being "N" and the only thing I can think of is "Nice Dick" XD
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I think we've had control of you two for too long.
I live in the hippy part of a hippy town. Â We were on an after dinner walk at 10 PM. Â Turns out there is quite a nightlife going on on our sidewalks. Â We saw a guy on a trike, it was a mans trike none of that pussy shit. Â Then some guy on a bike called my wife comrade.
In other news Two Jays puts a cheesecake in a chocolate cake (yo dawg).
I live in the bicycle capitol of america. It is also the white-people-with-dreadlocks capitol of america (good god WHY?). So it's not unusual to see someone riding these around town.
I'm really hungry. Oh god my stomach hurts.
But there are threads to read. Onward!
(04-12-2009, 01:08 AM)Wedge link Wrote: [ -> ]I live in the bicycle capitol of america. It is also the white-people-with-dreadlocks capitol of america (good god WHY?). So it's not unusual to see someone riding these around town.
only so many bricks, only so much time.......
this world needs more more than it even knows
Once upon a time there was a little girl. She was tall and blond and smelled of raspberries. Her name was Clarence. One day Clarence went for a walk. She walked out of her house and up a nearby hill. Then she walked down the hill. She walked this way and that way. Walk. Walk. Walk. Walk. Walk. Then she stopped. She was tired. She sat down on a log. The log was brown. She sat and she rested. Then the log spoke. "Why are you sitting on me," it said. "Pardon me?," she replied. "Why are you sitting on me," the log repeated. "I heard you the first time," she said. "Well then get the fuck off of me," barked the log. "Die in a fire," she said.
The End
(04-07-2009, 07:19 PM)rumsfald link Wrote: [ -> ]Tonight I did okra battered in corn meal and double-fried in butter/olive oil with a cilantro-lemon-japelpeno tabasco dressing.
Fuck, that sounds amazing. Fried okra = best vegetable ever.
Also, I love you rummy.
Just formatted my computer.
Should've done this some time ago, I've been 2 years without doing so.
And I installed Steam in French.
Not used to it, it's terrible.
I just did a page of math. And another one.
I just read all of Dresden Codak. I hope he does more. Actually I hope he gets picked up by Oni Press or something.
I just wrote a really long reply about math. And then upon proofing it I came to the realization that I sound like a fucking insane person when speaking about teh maffs and scratched it.
I just realized I'm seriously in the mood for some soup in a breadbowl.
I got home at six o'clock this morning.
quater past seven, i win.
gurren lagann is going at 0.7kB/s >