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The Jade wrote:

...flesh feeding freelancers (who know better than to engage in alliteration).

Ol' Anonymous 15 should be a lesson to us all.

Let us not lengthily languish in lament, but rather lounge lazily in our loving memories of the late and long-time lord, Anonymous 15.

The Jade wrote:

Kruelaid wrote:

I am a smiling skull, and I am laughing at you, wolfman.

I keep my loose change in a skull (had to plug up the eye sockets with marshmallows). It may seem like gruesomely irreverent thing to do to final remains but the guy used to be an accountant and a scout leader, so I figured he'd kinda dig it. Plus he messed up my taxes, so screw him.

"Want s'more quarters, Bruce? Yeah... sure you do."

Would that, by chance, be your uncle, ol' anonymous 15?

Your powers of recall are truly astounding.

Anonymous User 69 is the cousin we don't talk about. He got into blue movies and a few years later was showing people his special business for nickels down by the Laundromat.

Come back to us, 69... the door is always open.

They are the frolicking carefree children of their world, although burnt umber lost its innocence in a house fire. Sad case, that.

Valegrim the Wise has uncovered the secret life of writing instruments! All hail the discoverer of the scribbly heirarchy!

His teachings demonstrate that we, the authors, possess the power to edit reality itself, thus erasing the banality of this thread's initial intention. And in its place, we have woven the most clever tapestry on our loom of dreams. By the way, penultimate translates into Lithugarian as penarchi. (See: Valegrim's pen anarchy theory!)

Anonymous User 99 wrote:

The thread itself needed to have the insipidity edited out. I'd say that after ten pages we're finally removing the last of the stain.

We've at least removed the second to last of the stain.

Are pens somehow second to pencils? Is that why they call them pens?

The thread itself needed to have the insipidity edited out. I'd say that after ten pages we're finally removing the last of the stain.

Heathansson, beware. When you get to 11,111 posts you will spontaneously combutt. That's not a type-o, you will turn into flaming ass. Sharoth knows this and he hates you so much that's goading you into post overload.

Thing is, when you're gone, and but a hauntingly distasteful smell in the back of all our minds... Sharoth will greatly miss you. Who are we without our foils?

Evidently, you have not heard the cautionary tale of Anonymous User 15. I'm sure Anonymous User 99 will come along and share the story.

I'm afraid that if I retell the story, adrenalin junkie kids will start daring each other to be alliterative!

Anonymous User 99 wrote:

Whatever you do... do not look down.

I'm afraid I can't help it, the unfortunate tale of your uncle has left me feeling sad.

Feel not this melancholy, one without god. Let us revel in how nice the fall must have felt to Ol' Anonymous 15... who had always complained up to that point in his life that he could never find a stiff enough breeze for his liking. At least he died as he would have lived, in a state of wind-tunnel type bliss. His legs pierced the earth like a lawn dart and his bushy orange fro was all that remained aboveground like some ill conceived shrubbery. A schnauzer happened by and christened him with tinklings before we could extract the poor fellow, but I have no regrets because at least I didn't plummet to my death.

Choosing an epitaph came easily.

"Here lies someone who lived and died and leapt and cried."

You're a braver man than I, Ungoded. Whatever you do... do not look down.

mwbeeler... I believe you won the game. Please go to Talahassee immediately to collect your prize.

Alliteration is a slippery slope. Plan on camping at the bottom.

I had an uncle, Ol' Anonymous 15, who leapt languidly from a lofty ledge to land lasciviously on a luscious Latvian lady's leg, but limping and looking off lazily he lost leverage and... well, fourteen L's later and we use his skull to hold change now.

Well this post has new life it seems. Who is the last loser?

I'd say I'm the last loser but clearly there's a lot of losers who have yet to lose last.

Oh very well...

I am the last loser. And for the next ten seconds that makes me the winner. EAT THAT! KNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW THAT!