Post in this thread, and I will make a roast-like joke about you.
Under capitalism, man exploits man. Under communism, it's just the opposite. - John Kenneth Galbraith
and, ya know, way to hang out for seven years and whatnot.
She says she's been going out with him now for about two and a half years, but they don't live together so he'd never find out. And you think about chasing her about school when you were wee and lying in your bed and listening to love songs and pretending they were about you. And the first time you asked her out she said no but one night you went to a wedding and when you came back to the pub she'd changed her mind and you went out. You remember the way she swung her arms when she held your hand but you can't remember how she kissed and now you've got the chance to find out. But you have to remember there's this other kiss. And she's sitting at home, wondering where you are and what you're doing. And you work hard on this kiss and you know it inside out, it's as much yours as it is hers, and it took a long time to get right, it took months of practice and months of embarassment but now you've got it perfected and you've been looking forward to that kiss all week.
You can see her breath in the air between your faces as you stand in the leaves and she just asks you straight out if you want to come and stay at her flat. But you make sure you get separate taxis and you go home and there might be a slight regret and maybe you'll wonder what you missed but you have to remember the kiss that you worked so hard on - and you'll know you've done the right thing.
"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 am so confused right now 
I was sitting out at my old house giving out halloween candy in a hoodie. In between visitors I'd run back and post.
Pesco and ms paint Solstyce with the ponytail that doubles as a whip were popular at the time.
"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
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Over the mountain, in between the ups and downs, I ran into Blindy. who doth quote:
These threads never go very long.
The one sean did (or was it black?) went to about three pages or so
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So quoth Maradon!:
The one sean did (or was it black?) went to about three pages or so
that one was wonderful.
Ah well, it seemed like a good idea when I had it yesterday. No worries though: I like all of you guys a lot, you're all good people, and I just want to say, from the bottom of my heart:
Sean, fuck off.
Under capitalism, man exploits man. Under communism, it's just the opposite. - John Kenneth Galbraith
Under capitalism, man exploits man. Under communism, it's just the opposite. - John Kenneth Galbraith
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Nemx said this about your mom:
you're a liar
Thinking about your posts
(and billing you for it) since 2001
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Falaanla Marr was listening to Cher while typing:
Seven years, just as much of a raging homosexual.
I thought Karnaj was supposed to be making the jokes about you. Not you about yourself.
*runs*
sigpic courtesy of This Guy, original modified by me
If Nem-x were any more small and yellow, Sean would try to peel him.
Who would have thought that Falaanla, the man who may be indirectly responsible for the sexual molestation of minors through his white knighting career, would have a college education, decent relationship and family life? There's no joke here, I'm honestly surprised.
If Trent were any more stereotypically Goth, they'd try to put him in a Hollywood remake of the Breakfast Club. He'd be the basket case.
Pvednes is pretty knowledgable, yet still feels that the best way for mankind to progress is to murder everyone who disagrees with him! The more things change, huh!
I eagerly await the day when Delidgamond, finally out of gimmicks to bolster a failing personality, resorts to creating an account for a ventriloquist dummy or, better yet, an entire family of Delidgamonds in a desperate bid to retain any semblence of individuality. The Delidgamondie Smile Time Variety Hour. Starring Mama Cass.
Hey look. It's Tarquinn. Still from Germany? Haha, keep on keepin' on, bro.
Much respect for you, Sean, much respect. I'd make a joke about how you live with your best pal and it's a little odd, but there's nothing funny about the plight of civil unions in this country. That wasn't even a gay joke so much as it was social commentary. Also, your means of living is taking pictures of small girls.
Who are you
Vorbis has recently become eligible for the position of General Secretary of the UN: he hasn't done a single useful thing in his life and has fucked six different ethnic girls in the span of a week.
Lemmy is a silly willy.
The only thing Steven hasn't done right is gone on a rampage and murdered half the people in this thread.
People like ECP.
Gadani is like a lesser Vorbis. Not quite as funny, not quite as interesting, but ten times as shallow and meaningless.
Dr. Gee should tell us some stories about the time he hosted crazy ex-member Kait at his home and, while in possession of a psychotic submissive, didn't think to use it to his advantage. Common sense says "good job," but I say "no dice."
Delphi got laid. Who knew.
Zephyer's recent absence would be more depressing if he was anything besides gay and furry.
Sometimes, I feel privileged to know Maradon in that I will always know a character straight out of a work of fiction. Desperately poor, hideous as sin, socially awkward, stunningly oblivious, but well-intentioned, Maradon would be a friend I'd love if he wasn't destined to die in a tragic bus accident moments after dancing in the streets at the prospect of getting a peck on the cheek from the shy girl wearing glasses in the call center.
I have a hard time even noting Blindy anymore. He was never very bright to begin with, let's be honest, but as time goes on, he seems to continually revert back to what we hated him for. He is completely numb to the notion that people dislike him for his constant touting of his personal life, his retarded emoticons and posting of his fat face upon our fair forums. In a sense, truly living up to his name, but not in the way he had hoped.
Manticore's one moment of glory was when he thought I wrote an erotic fanfic about him. Still funny, broseph.
Get bent, Rodent King.
I hope KaLourin contracts diabetes.
'Doc is by far the most uncomfortable creature ever to walk the earth. He's so incredibly desperate for attention and validation, he's mangled every internet cliche into one hideous, man-made amalgamation of horror. Stealing through the night like a spectre, grimy spade clenched in hand, he trotted from grave to grave, exhuming corpses of white knightery, "are you a girl" inquiry, psuedo-sarcasm, faux intellect, with wild whimsy. He spirited them back to the dank hole he calls home, sewing them together with hands that could not contain his mirth, they trembled so. "How delightful I'll be," he squealed with glee, "how happy I'll be, how loved I'll be, how glorious I'll be when all of EC sees me." Donning this crude exoskeleton made of what we've all seen before, praying that no one would ever see to the quivering Dr. Jekyll within, he has since shambled across the outskirts of the community, quick to duck from the torches of the enraged mob, until we accepted him as that horror that lurks at the edge of our vision. Content with acceptance, his own delusions twisting it into the love he desperately craved, he has lurked there and shall lurk there evermore.
I'm okay with Gains.
I don't know who Annarchae is.
If 'Doc is the most horrible creature around, then Gydyon is surely one of the best. Descending from clouds upon the backs of mighty seagulls, irradiated in the light of God's graces, his very presence has been an inspiration to our fair community, from the way he refused to compromise his morals to the way he kicked people in the testicles for fun. We salute you, Gydyson.
No one does runs anymore, you anus.
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Mr. Parcelan obviously shouldn't have said:
'Doc is by far the most uncomfortable creature ever to walk the earth. He's so incredibly desperate for attention and validation, he's mangled every internet cliche into one hideous, man-made amalgamation of horror. Stealing through the night like a spectre, grimy spade clenched in hand, he trotted from grave to grave, exhuming corpses of white knightery, "are you a girl" inquiry, psuedo-sarcasm, faux intellect, with wild whimsy. He spirited them back to the dank hole he calls home, sewing them together with hands that could not contain his mirth, they trembled so. "How delightful I'll be," he squealed with glee, "how happy I'll be, how loved I'll be, how glorious I'll be when all of EC sees me." Donning this crude exoskeleton made of what we've all seen before, praying that no one would ever see to the quivering Dr. Jekyll within, he has since shambled across the outskirts of the community, quick to duck from the torches of the enraged mob, until we accepted him as that horror that lurks at the edge of our vision. Content with acceptance, his own delusions twisting it into the love he desperately craved, he has lurked there and shall lurk there evermore.
wow just wow
And I don't do the photography thing anymore geez. Now I just take pictures of Black.
