Mike, you get a pat on the back. If I knew you better like some other people on here, I'd be slightly inclined to reward you with something more than a pat on the back. Alas, there we are.
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I like yours, Linda. It's clever :)
Mine's just grapefruit... I don't know why I wanted my name to be grapefruit.. :P well, now it is.. and I can't change it..
Grapefruit has become me :P
Grapefruit has become me :P
Okay... here goes mine.
I have two pets (besides fish) and their names are Kally and Leta (being the "Kal" and "let" parts... OH and BTW- her name is pronounced LEE-tah, not let-ah). Also, I love to listen to Billy Joel music (but not as much as I do Queen), so besides the obvious thing that Freddie was born in Zanzibar, it was also the name of a Billy Joel song (hence the "zibar" part).
Not too complicated, not too creative, but it's mine.
lol. nice. ;)
I have two pets (besides fish) and their names are Kally and Leta (being the "Kal" and "let" parts... OH and BTW- her name is pronounced LEE-tah, not let-ah). Also, I love to listen to Billy Joel music (but not as much as I do Queen), so besides the obvious thing that Freddie was born in Zanzibar, it was also the name of a Billy Joel song (hence the "zibar" part).
Not too complicated, not too creative, but it's mine.
Grapefruit has become me :P
lol. nice. ;)
Alex, you look great on your new pic.
oh, thanx xD
quite sexy indeed...
Hmm, my QZ nickname? Guess. I dare you!
By the way, I refuse to give out hints. :P
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Not only a name...
I bet there's a long long story under this nick...
Alex, you look great on your new pic.
oh, thanx xD
quite sexy indeed...
Alex, do you use Viagra to have such a sexy and HUGE....
.....nose....?
I'm confused... again...
Lol, you still don't get it? :P
Here, I'll explain to you, and to those who don't know. Not that I'm mad or anything, it's Ok, :). I'm Lady Cool Cat, and my sister is ChinesedogTorture. WE share the same computer, so it seems as if we just changed nick, is all. But, when ever you see `ChinesedogTorture speaking´ in the beggining of my posts, it means my sister is talking. It's that my computer won't let my sister change it to her nick, that's why.
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Not only a name...
I bet there's a long long story under this nick...
Yep. I tried to hide it, but I didn't fool you, runy. ;)
One day there was a girl who lived in a village. She lived in a cottage about a half hour jog from the castle. In this particular cottage also resided the town silverman, the girl's father. He would mend broken utensils in a jiffy. He was an absolute genius at this and everything. Everybody loved him and his work. He was always the first man people with bent spoons went to. Has the ice cream you served last night got your scooper all in a twist? This guy's your man.
There was one problem though. Actually, two problems. The first was a group of unruly individuals speculated that this guy and the town ice cream confectioner were conspiring to keep the bent silver business up. The ice cream the confectioner would make would be so dense that scooping it out bent whatever you used to dig it out with. It was heaven, nonetheless. This scenario could not simply be avoided by refraining from buying ice cream, because the silverman would give you coupons for half off any order over $10. A vicious cycle indeed, though both men denied aligations.
The second problem was no one could say his name. Well, they could, but no one really wanted to. You'd understand if you knew what his name was. Perhaps I should unveil this mysterious and complex name. Here it goes. The name of the silverman I have been refering to is ... Bob (deep breath)Vanifferikleikkerdefferudennopinioshkolleskopieindiffer. See? It's a very long name. His first name as you can see is Bob, but the culture in this village was set up so that unless you called someone by their first and last name, you'd be insulting them. And this is more than a Vafanculo caliber insult. Yes, using the first name was nearly 10,000,000,000,000,000.67 times worse. Now, you're probably thinking to yourself, "why don't they just call him Mr. Bob Van or Bob Vaniffer or some other sort of abbreiviation?". Well, this too is insulting. To be precise, it is 10,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000.769 times worse. So anyone and everyone was forced to say (or at least forced to attempt to say) Bob Vanifferikleikkerdefferudennopinioshkolleskopieindiffer. Of course a solution came when they needed to say his name. "That guy" became the popular and culturally accepted address of this particular character.
So life continued on.
But wait! What of the girl I mentioned? Being that guy's daughter, she too had the last name of Vanifferikleikkerdefferudennopinioshkolleskopieindiffer. Her first name was Victoria, so officially she was called Victoria Vanifferikleikkerdefferudennopinioshkolleskopieindiffer. People tired of refering to her as well. So she became "The daughter of that guy". She grew up her entire life wishing she could've used her dear mother's maiden name: Poe. Nonetheless, until her father died, she would not be able to label herself as a Poe until her Vanifferikleikkerdefferudennopinioshkolleskopieindiffer parent had died. No one made fun of her. It wasn't a matter of spite or malice. Nonetheless, despite everyone's lack of conviction of her true name, it got her down in the dumps a little bit. So she'd help her father with his business as the cashier during the week and polish towel changer on the weekends.
One day, a miracle happened. Joe Hilleriffienen and Darin Soemetheer from the other end of town had come down simultaneoulsy to pick up their bent spoons.
"Good day, boys. I'll be right back with your mended spoons," she greeted them as they walked in the cottage with a warm smile, "just have a seat".
So the two young strapping lads seated themselves and began a quiet conversation. A mere moment later, Victoria Vanifferikleikkerdefferudennopinioshkolleskopieindiffer returned with their spoons.
"You both have quiet a number of spoons. May I sugg
diiiiiiiiiirp! xD
mr potato cus im a potato
Obviously from Pain is so close to pleasure...and the Pimp thing, it goes to Jamie!
after a few weeks of posting here, looooong long ago, when most of the posters here never heard about the internet (and some even about queen), I found this a very nice name, referring to a very nice song and yes I'm a dreamer also that's it.
I am reputed to be fat and carry a sack of munch (food) with me a lot. Hence my nickname Munchsack. I was Purple Shoes for a while (from Tenement Funster) but now I'm Munchsack again.
yuri means lily in japanese...