But don't become ill from all of that cake! ;-)
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Ooooh, ooooh! I got a idea! Write her a note, but better yet send her mail. Explain everything to her! And possibly give her some nice flowers! Yes, that might help!
Heck, how about a trio? :-D
Thanks you two! Do you have machine guns? :-D
BTW, this is my 500th post after being accepted back. What a great way of celebrating this, talking about being stepped on by "my girl" because of the f*cking gossipers.
Now, now, now, HeM. Killing is not the answer! Besides, if you kill someone, how are they suppose to suffer? ;-)
And congrats on your posting!
Me.
We'll talk about it in the chat! Now c'mon HeM!
*smashes bottle* Shaddddddup!
*sniff* It's true. I'm not drunk...not at all. But will be tonight. So take THAT Burnham.
And that...but not this. It's all mine.
*sniff* It's true. I'm not drunk...not at all. But will be tonight. So take THAT Burnham.
And that...but not this. It's all mine.
I took it, and cut my hand. You owe me a new spleen.
I BELIEVE IN A THING CALLED DOUBLE POSTS
*plays ripping guitar solo*
Posting youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, posting meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! OHHHHHHHH YOU'RE POSTING ME!
I believe in a thing called double posts!
Gotta post you all behind and post the truth.
Poster, ooooooh, anyway the wind blows.
I don't want-a posta.
Sometimes wished I've never posted at all.
*Brian plays a poster*
Freddie: Hey! Don't do that!
Brian: Shut up!
Brain: I was in Thunderbirds.
Brian: Shut up! I am the original guitarist of Queen, Guns 'n' Roses and to a lesser extent Roxy Music and Yes!
Roger: Crap, I hate it when Cameron dribbles shit in his post.
John: Me too. Hey look! I talked!
Cameron: I created you John and I can destroy you! *presses button*
Cameron: Hmm, must have put it in the wrong bass player.
*Gene Simmons explodes*
Paul S.: Phew, I'm glad that's over.
Paul MacCartney: I'm sorry, were you talking to me?
Paul S: No, my sons name is also Trampoline.
Trampoline: pwnd!
Paul M: Anyway thanks for joining us on another episode of Ridgy Didgy Double Dazzler Maze of Totally Wild Time Masters. With me today is John, 12, of Wolverhampton and Sally J. of Number 4 near Brian May.
John: *whispers* Do you get any?
Paul M: Eh?
John: Do you get any?
Paul: Look you little fuck, I've got nine of these to do today and I don't need this shit. *boots John like an Ooompa Loompa*
Freddie: Looks like another one bites the dust.
John: But I haven't written that song yet.
Freddie: Quiet you or we'll put you back in the dungeon again!
John: Yes sir...ya knuckle head.
And that concludes a lot of fucking tripe.
Don't like it? Fuck you, you sensitive pricks. Y'hear? Go write a fucking book about it you complaining asshats.
Posting youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, posting meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! OHHHHHHHH YOU'RE POSTING ME!
I believe in a thing called double posts!
Gotta post you all behind and post the truth.
Poster, ooooooh, anyway the wind blows.
I don't want-a posta.
Sometimes wished I've never posted at all.
*Brian plays a poster*
Freddie: Hey! Don't do that!
Brian: Shut up!
Brain: I was in Thunderbirds.
Brian: Shut up! I am the original guitarist of Queen, Guns 'n' Roses and to a lesser extent Roxy Music and Yes!
Roger: Crap, I hate it when Cameron dribbles shit in his post.
John: Me too. Hey look! I talked!
Cameron: I created you John and I can destroy you! *presses button*
Cameron: Hmm, must have put it in the wrong bass player.
*Gene Simmons explodes*
Paul S.: Phew, I'm glad that's over.
Paul MacCartney: I'm sorry, were you talking to me?
Paul S: No, my sons name is also Trampoline.
Trampoline: pwnd!
Paul M: Anyway thanks for joining us on another episode of Ridgy Didgy Double Dazzler Maze of Totally Wild Time Masters. With me today is John, 12, of Wolverhampton and Sally J. of Number 4 near Brian May.
John: *whispers* Do you get any?
Paul M: Eh?
John: Do you get any?
Paul: Look you little fuck, I've got nine of these to do today and I don't need this shit. *boots John like an Ooompa Loompa*
Freddie: Looks like another one bites the dust.
John: But I haven't written that song yet.
Freddie: Quiet you or we'll put you back in the dungeon again!
John: Yes sir...ya knuckle head.
And that concludes a lot of fucking tripe.
Don't like it? Fuck you, you sensitive pricks. Y'hear? Go write a fucking book about it you complaining asshats.
Apologies for the last post.
Except that last part. I meant that.
Except that last part. I meant that.
he shoots, he scores, he brings back the oldest topic right to the TOP..hahahaahheheheheheh, oh and bybthe way yesh im mibbe a wee bitty driunk. but who cares,,,, what are YOU lokkin at.EH? did you spill my girlfriend? are you lookin at my pint?.why ill take the both of yiz ootside and stare at yez sheepishly till my taxi comes.... so THERE!
*cuts Shanyaks Achilles tendon*
you guys forgot the last kind of drunk...the one who get's extremely...."affectionate." That's me. And the one who randomly calls ppl.