I do. We're going to put all those letters back...
But you aren't going to like it. :pulls on latex glove with a snap:
The next poster is just going to let it happen. Just let it happen...
That's the story of my life
The next poster has something to add that has nothing to do with reality.
Beans!
The next poster successfully took the test of the Starstone, but unfortunately, there was only one portfolio left...
Oh yes. It took a wish to do it too. Now... I wouldn't recommend it. Infinite planar layers unfortunately means an infinite amount of melted pepper jack.
The next poster has a suggestion to save our world from infinite amounts of cheese, jam, and sauce. Quickly.
I’ve just lit the Bleached Otyugh beacon. Don’t worry folks, help is on the way!
The next poster has just thought up the worst commando name.
Butterfly?, Tinkerbell?, Sissyl? I just can’t decide.
The next poster dies not spend far too much time thinking about pathfinder
The one whic does not exist
The next poster is a giant tentacle abominable nation
I really have to drinking potions given to me by mysterious old strangers.
The next poster has found the cure.
Aha! I have finally found the cure for zombie rot! I will now hold it out of reach of the public and sell it big to a private party...
The next poster suffers from a rare disease.
My fate has yet to be determined...
The next poster is the real poster so please stand up.
This gigantic target is the perfect cover!
The next poster lost a wager they really shouldn’t have made.
I really need to quit betting people that I can lick my elbows.
The next poster is the poster child of a good poster and will post a post to prove it.
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Just look at it! Can't you see the pointed nose, the drooping mustache? It's OBVIOUSLY a hidden slur against Kaifeng Jews!
The next poster is a total SJW - which, of course, stands for "San Jose Warlock."
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It actually stands for Skeleton Jazz Wizard, oo-boo-bebopdebop skiddlyoobie ablihoo doowahbadidbble shooshoo squadulb.
The next poster will translate the previous sentence from Aklo into Common, and hopefully won't perish or go insane in the process.
"One day, Yog Sothoth the Aardvark went quantity-surveying." I am... unsure of the point of this.
The next poster will explain. And since I am not too keen on robins, they will have to redact the material.
I also like Boy Wonder Robins and Robin Williams.
The next poster is having pun too.:)
How did you know I bought a Fiat Punto?
The next poster is a grandmaster spy and knows where I do my shopping.
I have been following your habits! You shop on QVC all the time, of course that's when you cant find what you are looking for in Diagon alley.
The next poster thinks I am the most fashionable.
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Oh yes. Once you are flensed, your muscles and tendons stripped and separated, your organs categorized by size, weight, and tensile strength, and your bones appropriately carved, shaved, and polished, I would be able to fashion you into all manner of useful things!
I would, of course, keep your skull and eyes intact, contained in a bottle of nutrient fluid and kept alive by unwholesome enchantments so that you could watch the proceedings.
The next poster has no mouth, but must scream.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmgh!
Mmmmgh. Mmmmmgh mgh mggggggh.
She's on to something!
The next poster is making thanksgiving dinner for me.
You put the firework in the pickle juice then stuff it in the turkey.
You put the firework in the pickle juice then stuff it in the turkey.
You put the firework in the pickle juice then stuff it in the turkey.
Please kill the turkey first.
The next poster stowed away on the 'Mayflower'
Ah yes Floatsam and Turdsam as we affectionately called it. Even the fish stopped following the ship five weeks in. When they found me, I was almost emaciated. or emancipated? or expatiated? Conciliated? Can't remember, but I had to do a fancy barrel role to get out of there before they made me pay for the trip which consisted solely of washing the poop deck...in some ways I miss ol' Floatsam and Turdsam.
The next poster has changed history without our knowledge.
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And you will never know, except for the parts about Goat Toucher and Goblinbane being spiritual twins separated at puberty only to dsicover one another's innie-bellie buttons at the blashpemous triple wedding of Pulg and JTDV and Ventnor; and why I'm Hiding In Your Closet is. Wait I can't tell you that.
But maybe the next poster can.
Thoes 2 critters are totally incompatible with each other.
The next poster is also taking something horribly literally.
The weatherman told me it was going to rain CATS AND DOGS!!! The poor animals! They will be splattered across the country after falling from miles high, spreading a carpet of blood and entrails everywhere! It's terrible! WHY WON'T SOMEONE PLEASE THINK OF THE CHILDREN???????????????
The next poster will tell us why not.
Really, I don’t know what I expect things to go my way at this point.
The next poster is also disappointed in reality.
Yeah. "Houses" are a social construction. One that we have been conditioned to believe is true from the first "room" we are born in. But there is hope!
The next poster has a suggestion for what we should do to escape this self-destructive "house" society and emerge into true freedom.
Tents on steamrollers.
The next poster snared their life partner by serenading them in CB radio slang.
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♬ You were a Lot Lizard
being chased by the Town Clown
lookin' for a hoe down
when I drove by.♩
♬ So I smacked him down
got in your Pregnant Roller Skate
called it our first date
oh me oh my♩
♬ Now we're at a Nap Trap looking to cap
off all these lovin' feelings
But I hope we're not Spliced when I just wanted to nice
you from the floor to ceiling♩
♬So I hope you don't hate when I Stack Them Eights
But surely it's time to run
You always be my darlin', love
And if you need me again...♩
Go To Channel 41!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The next poster is on fire.
Huh. Wednesday already?
*Notes roiling inferno where right hand used to be.*
Yup, it’s Wednesday all right.
The next poster is also having a mundane Wednesday.
Yes. That's what I call my [REDACTED]. That is where the magic happens, after all.
The next poster has put on a few "wild magic shows" at my place.
Believe it or not, The CLAW embodies his *higher* nature...such as it is.
There is power, power, wonder-workin' power in the precious blood of the next poster!
My blood burns with a passion, such power in my veins.
*Fireballs the nearest peasant to show it*
The next poster has been vigilantly defending the Mexican border from construction workers, who were trying to build a wall on its border.