Thinking about your posts
(and billing you for it) since 2001
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ACES! Another post by Falaanla Marr:
I believe that was in an episode of The Shield wasnt it? I could be wrong, but i know you've mentioned this before.
I believe it was from Jason Goes To Hell.
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Falaanla Marr obviously shouldn't have said:
I believe that was in an episode of The Shield wasnt it? I could be wrong, but i know you've mentioned this before.
The face burning was.
You got off easy with that wooden spoon. Armadillo got beaten with a hardback Dictionary.
It's not something people hear about.
(Has anyone seen leckie lately?)
I guess that leaves Nik and Cass getting it on and Parce impaling them both with a fence post mid-orgasm.
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JooJooFlop wrote this then went back to looking for porn:I guess that leaves Nik and Cass getting it on and Parce impaling them both with a fence post mid-orgasm.
Oh jebus no.
And I'm going to try to find out where leck's been these past few weeks 
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Bajah had this to say about Cuba:
Ask Skaw.. he'd probably know.
It's Skaw who brought to my attention that no one seems to know what's going on with leckie at the moment. I sent here a text a couple of weeks back which was never replied to and she hasn't been on the boards for a few weeks. I'm a little worried. I thought of it before Skaw said anything but now it all seems a little too weird
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Mr. Parcelan had this to say about Captain Planet:
Episode 12Suddenly, a rustle comes from the chimney. Like a dropped bomb, a fat prairie dog wearing a Santa hat and white beard falls down the chimney, dragging a large bag behind him as he walks to the table and hops up on it.
....RedMage: ARGH! MY SPERM! ....
Kagrama: gaesp! SAENTA whart aer yuo doingg hear?!
BEST. LINEZ. EVAR!
hahaha i literally fell off my chair laughing at this one 
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Niklas painfully thought these words up:
It's Skaw who brought to my attention that no one seems to know what's going on with leckie at the moment. I sent here a text a couple of weeks back which was never replied to and she hasn't been on the boards for a few weeks. I'm a little worried. I thought of it before Skaw said anything but now it all seems a little too weird
Here is a clip from her last LiveJournal entry on the 22nd:
"I've not had much time to do anything this week, i've been working nearly every day, and will be for the rest of the week, i've barely seen the computer back home. Annoying yes, but I'm afraid this might become habit if I want to get enough funding for university."
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Katrinity got all f'ed up on Angel Dust and wrote:
Here is a clip from her last LiveJournal entry on the 22nd:"I've not had much time to do anything this week, i've been working nearly every day, and will be for the rest of the week, i've barely seen the computer back home. Annoying yes, but I'm afraid this might become habit if I want to get enough funding for university."
Good good
[ 11-14-2003: Message edited by: Tarquinn ]
(Gangly is quite a good description of me. I'm surprised.)
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Ford Prefect stumbled drunkenly to the keyboard and typed:
Callalron came out unscathed, as did Kagrama. And despite coming within a stone's throw of my hometown, I didn't get a visit (he killed tourists). Maybe later, ya never know.
You know what? Parcelan's come out of each and every one of these unscathed. You can't rely on luck like that.
I think he's next.
Disclaimer: I'm just kidding, I love all living things.
The fastest draw in the Crest.
"The Internet is MY critical thinking course." -Maradon
"Gambling for the husband, an abortion for the wife and fireworks for the kids they chose to keep? Fuck you, Disneyland. The Pine Ridge Indian Reservation is the happiest place on Earth." -JooJooFlop
Scene opens on a view from high above, looking down upon an insignificant speck somewhere in the middle of Siberia. Torches burn down below and hoots raise from the ground as hundreds of teeming figures dance and sing on the ground below.
Zeke the Final Fencer: Hooray! A thousand cheers for Parcelan!
Vise: Praise be to Parce!
Mr. Gainsborough: It has been the great prairie dog that has given us our own country! I always thought he was cruel, but now I see him for the messiah he truly is!
Mr. Crabs: Now we can live as we should! All us insignificant people...together in our own homeland!
Ruv: Indeed, my friends! Let us have a toast! To our new homeland! TO INSIGNIFICA!
All the insignificant lurkers raise their fists and echo his scream.
"TO INSIGNIFICA!"
Ruv: And also to Parcelan! Join me, friends! TO PARCE-....what is that sound, comrades?
The festivities stop as a faint whistling sound reaches their ears from high above.
Vise: Sounds so familiar...what is it?
The sound slowly gets louder.
Mr. Gainsborough: I KNOW! It's...no wait, no it's not.
Louder.
Mr. Crabs: Kind of reminds me of old World War II films...
The whistle becomes a screaming howl as a large, gray object plummets to the tiny Insignifica.
Ruv: Oh, of course! It's the atomic bom-
From his plane high above, the prairie dog pulls up his flight goggles and scowls down at the mushroom cloud expanding below. Re-adjusting his goggles, he pulls on the control stick and begins a course back to America.
Back to the end of his quest.
To Be Continued
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This insanity brought to you by Snoota:
Mine was lame and didn't even make sense.
Yeah, but you say that about everything.
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Snoota tried to impress everyone with:
Mine was lame and didn't even make sense.
Fits you perfectly. 
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Snoota had this to say about Punky Brewster:
Mine was lame and didn't even make sense.
But... but...
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Drysart said this about your mom:
Fits you perfectly.
Drysart is still mad about the SA crack.
I'm sorry, baby, I can change!
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Snoota wrote this stupid crap:
Drysart is still mad about the SA crack.I'm sorry, baby, I can change!
*cues the song from the South Park movie*
sigpic courtesy of This Guy, original modified by me
Good thing I was on vacation. [ 11-16-2003: Message edited by: Taeldian ]
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Mr. Crabs had this to say about Reading Rainbow:
Bwahahahaha!
Scene opens in a quiet hotel bar, locked down and nearly empty. Five people sit around the circular table at the center: one a jovial lawyer, one a scowling hound, one a quiet-looking lad, one a bald and pudgy fellow, and one a tall lad shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
A tall man wearing cowboy boots stands by the closed door while a small Asian man plays with an arcade machine in the corner.
The five men slowly sip scotch and talk in quiet tones.
Karnaj: Then we're in agreement. Parcelan is out of control, he must be stopped.
Gydyon: The question, of course, is how to stop him. Killing a prairie dog is no simple business. If you plan on killing one, you better plan on killing the whole clan.
Vorbis: Parcelan's gone rogue, though. Any ties he might have had with his clan have been severed.
Bloodsage: But what sort of prairie dog would willingly go rogue? He may be crazy...or worse.
Delidgamond: I do love cheesecake.
They all quietly sip on their scotch for a moment.
Gydyon: We should be in complete agreement, though. We can't move against him unless we all agree on it.
Karnaj: What's your vote, nem-x?
nem-x: I'M ON THE SOUP KITCHEN LEVEL!
Bloodsage: That just leaves Drysart, then. Once he gets out of the john, we'll get the go-ahead from him.
Vorbis: And then...good-bye Mr. Parcelan.
A slight chuckle is put to an end by a sudden knock at the door. The tall man looks through the peephole, grabbing a baseball bat in one hand and the doorknob in the other.
Karnaj: Who is it, Pesco?
Pesco: I can't really say...it's short and wearing a trenchcoat. I think it may be Delidgamond running a P.I. business.
Gydyon: Well, what does it want?
Pesco: I think he's lost. He's all furry and he's carrying a sword and a gun. Is he looking for an anime convention?
Vorbis: Wuh-oooooohhhhhh...
Bloodsage: Pesco, you fool! Get away from there!
Before the tall Texan can make a move, the door flies off of its hinges and collapses ontop of him. A plump prairie dog wearing a red trenchcoat around his portly body and carrying a shotgun on his back leaps ontop of the door, a shining katana gripped in his paws.
Karnaj: Looks like the decision has been made for us...
Gydyon: This ends here.
Bloodsage: Your end has come, Parcelan! ATTACK!
Four of them lunge from their chairs, producing various weapons from their overcoats as they charge at the prairie dog.
The rodent takes the offensive, leaping over them and landing behind the gangly lad. Locking the lad's arm behind his back, he thrusts Vorbis forward as the tall, uncomfortable-ass fellow swings a pair of nunchuks at the prairie dog, knocking his companion's teeth out instead.
Tossing Vorbis aside, the prairie dog bashes Karnaj over the head with the butt of his sword, knocking him to the ground. He leaps up and over, just narrowly avoiding a swinging flail from the hands of Gydyon. He thrusts his blade forward, sticking it into Gydyon's thigh and leaving it there.
Gydyon: SWEET BABY JESUS! MY WEIGHT LOSS ONLY MAKES IT ALL THE MORE PAINFUL!
The prairie dog ends the man's flailing by taking his shotgun and bashing him twice over the head with the grip. Swinging it around, he slams the barrel into Bloodsage's face and pulls the trigger. With a startling BANG! the puppy falls over, face comically blackened by gunpowder and slightly less humorously red from blood.
The prairie dog barely has time to jerk free his katana from the lawyer before the bald Canadian rises from the table, taking a final shot of scotch.
Delidgamond: The will of my ancestors is strong! By the Power of Grayskull! IIIIIIII HAAAAAAAVE THE POOOOOOWEEEEEER!
Delidgamond roars and rips off his suit, revealing a Japanese schoolgirl uniform underneath. Swinging his arms around like meaty tentacles, he charges towards the prairie dog, screaming his high-pitched warcry.
The prairie dog is quick to react, leaping from Gydyon's body and delivering a flying kick to Delidgamond's face. He springs back and lands with a plop, then hurls his katana at the Canadian. It whizzes by, grazing the Canadian by the side of his head and knocking him out.
The katana flies by and impales itself on the video arcade machine.
nem-x: Gasp! SHINOBI'S BACK! HE'S BACK!
The prairie dog charges at the machine, his gun swinging as he bashes it into the back of the nem-x's leg.
nem-x: HE'S BAC- ARGH! DIM-SUM KNEECAP ATTACK!
As the Asian topples to the floor, the prairie dog growls and smashes the butt of his gun into nem-x's skull...six or seven times.
By the time it is done, the prairie dog takes a brief moment to survey the carnage, then hurries into the bathroom.
Meanwhile
Scene re-opens on a long-haired elf sitting on the john reading the paper, his robes down around his ankles. Not two seconds after he turns the page, the door to the stall flies open, kicked in by a fierce rodent wielding a shotgun.
The elf looks up, staring down into the barrel of the shotgun for a brief moment.
Drysart: Well...shit.
BANG!
The prairie dog walks out of the bathroom, dragging his gun in one hand and a bottle of Stolichnaya Russian vodka in the other. He takes a moment to survey the damage, then quietly walks to the bar.
He picks up a bottle of cranberry juice and makes himself a drink.
It has been a very long day.
The End
BONUS MATERIAL! If you would like to see Parcelan fight his most hated of foes, post a compliment and dial "1".
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Mr. Parcelan was listening to Cher while typing:
Gydyon: SWEET BABY JESUS! MY WEIGHT LOSS ONLY MAKES IT ALL THE MORE PAINFUL!
*dials '1'*
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Mr. Parcelan obviously shouldn't have said:
The katana flies by and impales itself on the video arcade machine.[/i]nem-x: Gasp! SHINOBI'S BACK! HE'S BACK!
The prairie dog charges at the machine, his gun swinging as he bashes it into the back of the nem-x's leg.
nem-x: HE'S BAC- ARGH! DIM-SUM KNEECAP ATTACK!
Omg! Funnay! ^.^
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