Yes, I know the picture sucks. It's dark out and my digital camera lacks exposure controls 
or dust, whatever.
--Satan, quoted by John Milton
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Mix Bloodsage with water, and you get:
They were sleeping in the flower bed when I got home from fencing practice. They jupmed up when I pulled into the driveway, scaring both of us.
you fence?
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BeauChan was listening to Cher while typing:
Holy Crap, you gots ghosts!
or dust, whatever.
It's mist, from the heavy fog 
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BeauChan startled the peaceful upland Gorillas by blurting:
you fence?
Yeah: epée. I fenced in college for Air Force.
--Satan, quoted by John Milton
Your yard that is! OH MAN THAT WAS SO FUNNY!
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Channeling the spirit of Sherlock Holmes, Maradon! absently fondled Watson and proclaimed:
Maybe instead of fencing you should have been fencing.Your yard that is! OH MAN THAT WAS SO FUNNY!
I once had a cute southern belle convinced that fencing (she asked me after seeing my team jacket when I was on leave from college) was a sport where two teams each had 500' of wire and posts, and competed in a field with a herd of cows to see who could fence in the most. She thought it was an FFA thing. 
True story.
--Satan, quoted by John Milton
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Maradon! had this to say about Punky Brewster:
Maybe instead of fencing you should have been fencing.Your yard that is! OH MAN THAT WAS SO FUNNY!
Yeah, I wanted to make a joke about Bloodsage dealing with stolen goods. I deleted the post, because it was OMG SO FUNNY!
Anyway, nice deers.
Edit: That sounds a bit too negative. I just wanted to say that your fencing joke was better. Tarquinn fucked around with this message on 07-19-2005 at 03:25 AM.
You know what? Snoota finds reality too difficult to swallow. Or maybe it just gets lost between the sports and entertainment pages. In either case, a central point of Snoota's belief systems is the notion that the best way to serve one's country is to shout obscenities at passers-by. Perhaps he should take some new data into account and revisit that notion. I think he'd find that if, five years ago, I had described a person like Snoota to you and told you that in five years, he'd excoriate attempts to bring questions of hooliganism into the (essentially apolitical) realm of pedagogy in language and writing, you'd have thought me self-serving. You'd have laughed at me and told me it couldn't happen. So it is useful now to note that, first, it has happened and, second, to try to understand how it happened and how some unsavory loons actually insist that courtesy and manners don't count for anything. This is the kind of muddled thinking that he is encouraging with his screeds. Even worse, all those who raise their voice against this brainwashing campaign are denounced as delusional dopeheads. Snoota likes ramblings that fight with spiritual weapons that are as disdainful as they are voluble. Could there be a conflict of interest there? If you were to ask me, I'd say that I am not trying to save the world -- I gave up that pursuit a long time ago. But I am trying to rise to the challenge of thwarting his obstinate plans. The essential point, however, is the following: If this letter did nothing else but serve as a beacon of truth, it would be worthy of reading by all right-thinking people. However, this letter's role is much greater than just to compile readers' remarks and suggestions and use them to rouse people's indignation at Snoota.
Think about this: I do not find strictures that are dim-witted, confused, and pestiferous to be "funny". Maybe I lack a sense of humor, but maybe the facts as I see them simply do not support the false, but widely accepted, notion that granting him complete control over our lives is as important as breathing air. Snoota is utterly mistaken if he believes that individual worth is defined by race, ethnicity, religion, or national origin. To understand why that affects everyone who has ever lived, you need to realize that he goes ballistic every time I so much as hint that after enduring a barrage of his damnable shell games, one normally experiences intense levels of stress, difficulty sleeping, and anxiety about one's physical safety as well as one's career. Let's remember that. I may be beating a dead horse here, but I do want to point out that if you're not part of the solution, then you're part of the problem. I'd like to finish with a quote from a private e-mail message sent to me by a close friend of mine: "This is no time to be atrabilious and no time to be garrulous".
--Satan, quoted by John Milton
"Don't want to sound like a fanboy, but I am with you. I'll buy it for sure, it's just a matter of for how long I will be playing it..."
- Silvast, Battle.net forums
I remember one time I kept using it on Dazzler and she kept responding and I'd reply with another one and she'd respond to that one until someone finally clued her in.
--Satan, quoted by John Milton
She was a wood elf.
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Snoota had this to say about Pirotess:
She threatened to quit once because the Burning Rapier stopped giving off light.She was a wood elf.
But it totally ruins the immersion factor. If I have a rapier that has goddamn fire on the blade I expect it to give off some light.
Asha'man fucked around with this message on 07-20-2005 at 12:26 AM.
