Does not feeling ok with no one buying my stuff count as not feeling well?

The next poster doesn't like that I started a new page.

You started 2 pages in a row, that was my dream, so not fair.

The next poster doesn't care that it's not fair.

Hey, the world isn't fair.

The next poster is going to a fair.

Sometime in the future, yes.

The next poster did something with my red onions that they shouldn't have.

I cooked them.

The next poster ate what was made with the red onions.

Only because you dared me and paid me $5.

The next poster took my $5.

I did, but don't tell anyone, I owe them all money.

The next poster wants the Chicken's $5.

Hey, I could always use another $5!

The next poster just left the waitress a $5 tip.

Actually, it was $9.

The next poster is a big tipper.

It's not easy being a constellation (you can't imagine how hard it was to get Internet, for starters), but you can't beat the real estate value.

The next poster has a time-share on Jupiter.

It's got a great view, but the annual maintenance fees are horrible.

The next poster would like to buy it from me.

Why buy now when I can just get it at a Tax Sale later.

The next poster is spaced out.

Huh?

The next poster was very sad upon learning of Neil Armstrong's death.

There goes my childhood hero. :(

The next poster was born during the Space Race.

A little before, but I remember it. I was 8 when John Glenn orbited Earth, and 15 when Niel Armstrong landed on the Moon.

The next poster wanted to be an astronaut.

Mmm, free Tang.

The next poster liked Tang with their breakfast.

It was great.

The next poster remembers the flavors of Tang.

I have only had the original orange, but there are a lot of other flavors.

This site lists a lot of them: Tangy Flavors list

The next poster is afraid to click on my link.

Part of me thinks there will be a jpeg of Dumbledore saying, "Alas! Earwax." The other part thinks there will be a girl and a bathtub.

The next poster still has nightmares about that picture.

Eating a Jelly Belly "Bertie Botts" earwax jellybean is a nightmare.

The next poster loves Jelly Belly jelly beans.

I try to bring them to my gaming tables as a gift to my players.

The next poster loathes NCIS for the least expected reason.

Not enough Abby...just make the freakin' show about her!

The next poster likes the smell of brand-new Pathfinder books.

My boyfriend assumes I take them out of the packaging in the car to read them. He should know better.
-eyelids fluttering-

The next poster lost a brand-new Pathfinder book in an absurd location.

I lost it in a time / space hole.

The next poster finds it hard to believe me.

Yeah, sorry, what with my high Will saves and you just being a phantasmal effect and all.

The next poster found Jesus Christ in a wood chipper.

Actually, it was the sacrifice just before I sent him through.

The next poster knows what it is all about.

The hokey pokey.

The next poster is a hopscotch master.

It's really simple: I hop, then I drink scotch.

The next poster is more of a bourbon guy.

I don't know much about hop, but I can show you a great scotch whiskey.

The next poster would rather play Twister.

Twister is much more interesting when you're also trying to hold a glass of scotch.

The next poster's dad taught them that Operation is more fun as a drinking game.

Twister is much more interesting when you're also trying to hold a glass of scotch.

The next poster's dad taught them that Operation is more fun as a drinking game.

yes but mom always insisted on putting plastic down because you can never get spleen out of hardwood floors.

The next poster lost the drinking game.

And I don't know where to find it.

The next poster wants to write the best man's speech I'm supposed to give Saturday.

There's a fine line between wanting to, being able to, and having the time to. (Good luck anyways.)

The next poster needs more cowbell.

I already have a goat bell. I am trying to complete the set.

The next poster rains on peoples' parades.

Some people call me Rain Man. I don't know why.

The next poster has killed someone with their right thumb, or at least made a pancake with their right thumb.

I made a pancake that looks like my right thumb and killed someone with it.

The next poster has an evil twin.

Yup, indeed I do. He keeps giving splinters to everyone.

The next poster can't jump over fences.

I just float over them.

The next poster never made it.

OOOOWWWWW!!!!!!

The next poster plays with puppets.

Yeah, I'm the party Warlock, Pinocchio is our halberd-obsessed Fighter, Howdy Doody's a Paladin, Prince Tuesday's an Oracle and our nominal healer, Punch and Judy play an Alchemist/Gunslinger hybrid and Mountebank respectively, and The Count is our dear DM.

The next poster sometimes looks up at the stars and wonders....

I wonder who, who wrote the Book of Love..

The next poster had to google those lyrics.

Only because the correct lyrics are "Oh, I wonder, wonder who, mmbadoo-ooh, who, who wrote the book of love".

The next poster is a doo-wop geek.

Well, the "geek" part is right, but I'm more of a prog fan.

The next poster is a huge Jethro Tull fan.

Haladir, my friend
Don't start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, its only me.

The next poster wonders which one is pink.

Regardless, I think I'll have a cigar.

The next poster is going on a long distance runaround.

I did, in the beginning.

The next poster is just a singer in a rock and roll band.

It sure beats being a teamster or something. Yeah, this is the way to do it: Play my guitar on MTV. It's like getting money for nothing and checks for free. :)

The next poster is having a serious ontological crisis.

What if I exist sooooo much that I stop existing? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

The next poster is questioning ornathology.

It will never get off the ground.

The next poster has no idea what just happened.

Wait, what?

The next poster is only here because Xbox Live is down.