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This thread is disgraceful! Just look at yourselves! Everyone, please follow MY example of propriety and sensibility and save yourself the embarrassment of such unseemly displays!Propriety and sensibility? Trey, is that... is that mayonnaisse on your chin?
Aw, Jeez! Wipe your face off!
You look like a male hooker for chrissakes!
That's so wrong, I'm pretending I never read it.
Oh no... you must go forth and multiply. Says so right here on the work order. And no leaving D&D because some people yap a bunch o' junk, you. It's just not allowed. :)Ok, I will cease personal reproduction.
Please refrain from personal reproduction,
I'll meet you have way and reproduce, how's that! Looks around for a viable canidate who's willing to subject themselves to a DNA test to meet necessary reproductive standards.
I'll meet you half way and reproduce, how's that! Looks around for a viable canidate who's willing to subject themselves to a DNA test to meet necessary reproductive standards.
How eugenic sounding. I'm intrigued.
So long as you're starting from scratch, might as well make sure you're getting problem free genes. Are Emo kids born with blue genes? Environmentalists with green genes?
What if I was Romeo in black genes?
That's so wrong, I'm pretending I never read it.
If calling Trey a hooker is wrong, I don't wanna be right.
Um...
Um...
At least you knew enough to charge. Why couldn't I have learned that lesson?
I'll meet you have way and reproduce, how's that! Looks around for a viable canidate who's willing to subject themselves to a DNA test to meet necessary reproductive standards.Oh no... you must go forth and multiply. Says so right here on the work order. And no leaving D&D because some people yap a bunch o' junk, you. It's just not allowed. :)Ok, I will cease personal reproduction.
Please refrain from personal reproduction,
Me! Me! Me! No tets is needed. My sperm is incredible. Well, that's what the prostitute in the Nye county brothels say.
Here's a self-righteous statement.
4E is the superior edition. Superior to Pathfinder even.
:::ducks behind a large pillar:::
Me! Me! Me! No tets is needed. My sperm is incredible. Well, that's what the prostitute in the Nye county brothels say.
I'll meet you have way and reproduce, how's that! Looks around for a viable canidate who's willing to subject themselves to a DNA test to meet necessary reproductive standards.
Eileen is a PC alter-ego. Eileen's real name is Frank Champlestein. Now if you've got ova too, you're still in the game.
Here's a self-righteous statement.
4E is the superior edition. Superior to Pathfinder even.
:::ducks behind a large pillar:::
What are you doing in my underwear, bro?!
Eileen is a PC alter-ego. Eileen's real name is Frank Champlestein. Now if you've got ova too, you're still in the game.Me! Me! Me! No tets is needed. My sperm is incredible. Well, that's what the prostitute in the Nye county brothels say.
I'll meet you have way and reproduce, how's that! Looks around for a viable canidate who's willing to subject themselves to a DNA test to meet necessary reproductive standards.
I do.
A self-righteous Statement - six stars out of five.
Eileen is a PC alter-ego. Eileen's real name is Frank Champlestein. Now if you've got ova too, you're still in the game.Me! Me! Me! No tets is needed. My sperm is incredible. Well, that's what the prostitute in the Nye county brothels say.
I'll meet you have way and reproduce, how's that! Looks around for a viable canidate who's willing to subject themselves to a DNA test to meet necessary reproductive standards.I do.
A self-righteous Statement - six stars out of five.
LOL! You do indeed win!
What are you doing in my underwear, bro?!Here's a self-righteous statement.
4E is the superior edition. Superior to Pathfinder even.
:::ducks behind a large pillar:::
Leaving skid marks.
Leaving skid marks.What are you doing in my underwear, bro?!Here's a self-righteous statement.
4E is the superior edition. Superior to Pathfinder even.
:::ducks behind a large pillar:::
Never so suffered from that condition. Thanks for initiating me.
Huuuuuurrrrrrl
Ooo... that looks fun. BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORPH! (<--see the classy Greek finish? I'm very worldly)
If you all only knew the level of disdain I hold all your inferior intellects in, you would wilt like the sackless n00bz you most assuredly are.
Only White Box D&D will EVER truly be D&D! You kids and your Monster Manuals and your Splat books.
I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, design my own dungeon, work twenty-nine hours a day rolling up NPCs, and pay the players for their participation, and when I played, my DM would kill me, and dance about on my grave singing "Hallelujah."
But you try and tell the young geeks today that... and they won't believe ya'.
OH AND THIS TIME IM REEEEEAAAALLLLYYYYY LEAVING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Note the many hate-filled exclamation marks)
Eileen is a PC alter-ego. Eileen's real name is Frank Champlestein. Now if you've got ova too, you're still in the game.Me! Me! Me! No tets is needed. My sperm is incredible. Well, that's what the prostitute in the Nye county brothels say.
I'll meet you have way and reproduce, how's that! Looks around for a viable canidate who's willing to subject themselves to a DNA test to meet necessary reproductive standards.
To Funny!
Sploooooooorrrrtch!
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Thank you everyone for evidencing my superiority with your witless prattle.
You're calling MY prattle witless?!?
Why you "lanky hank of a she ... May the devil grip (you) whey-faced slut by the hair, / And beat bad manners out of (your) skin for a year.
"(You) parboiled ape, ... May (you) marry a ghost and bear him a kitten, and may / The High King of Glory permit (you) to get the mange."
Why, you couldn't even recognize Matthew Maule's last words directed at Colonel Pyncheon from the witch-trial gallows! And if you still can't figure this one out, why, ... why, you shouldn't be a professor of any literature.
Just go back to your dog house and read your Milton!
-W. E. Ray
PS: Kruelaid,
To any friends turned critics who would lash out against my superior talents, I shall let Oliver Goldsmith speak for me!
An Elegy On The Death Of A Mad Dog
Good people all, of every sort,
Give ear unto my song;
And if you find it wondrous short,
It cannot hold you long.
In Islington there was a man
Of whom the world might say,
That still a godly race he ran—
Whene'er he went to pray.
A kind and gentle heart he had,
To comfort friends and foes;
The naked every day he clad—
When he put on his clothes.
And in that town a dog was found,
As many dogs there be,
Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound,
And curs of low degree.
This dog and man at first were friends;
But when a pique began,
The dog, to gain some private ends,
Went mad, and bit the man.
Around from all the neighbouring streets
The wond'ring neighbours ran,
And swore the dog had lost its wits
To bite so good a man.
The wound it seemed both sore and sad
To every Christian eye;
And while they swore the dog was mad,
They swore the man would die.
But soon a wonder came to light
That showed the rogues they lied,—
The man recovered of the bite,
The dog it was that died!
Well, that's what the prostitute in the Nye county brothels say.There's only one?
Forgot to make it plural with a "S".
Sorry.
We elite should temporarily form a tight, steely circle of joined purpose... and then allow the resident riff-raff, armed with only the basest instincts, a chance to auto-erotically asphyxiate themselves with it. You know how those of limited reason are always getting into things.
We elite should temporarily form a tight, steely circle of joined purpose... and then allow the resident riff-raff, armed with only the basest instincts, a chance to auto-erotically asphyxiate themselves with it. You know how those of limited reason are always getting into things.
I concur. You're reasoning is sound, for a lesser being.
Oh... Every time I go there, there's just the one... I thought it was because there wasn't enough work, but now I know the truth...
THEY'RE AVOIDING ME!
*sob*
There. There. :::pats Mr. Shiny on the head::: Not all of have the sexual prowess of a dragon, or even dragon blood in our veins.
This thread was genius, right up until...
My sperm is incredible.
I would defy the validity of this comment, however, I fear the manner in which evidence of proof may be submitted.
Sploooooooorrrrtch!
Just to let you know, we crickets love puke. Comin' to the lists is like shopping at the supermarket. Bring it on! I have a whole family to feed.
This thread was genius, right up until...
My sperm is incredible.I would defy the validity of this comment, however, I fear the manner in which evidence of proof may be submitted.
Oh no, seriously. His pearly squiggles can max bench 460. It's ridiculous!
This thread was genius, right up until...
My sperm is incredible.I would defy the validity of this comment, however, I fear the manner in which evidence of proof may be submitted.
I give multi-orgasms to furniture just by sitting on them. How that's for self righteousness.
I give multi-orgasms to furniture just by sitting on them. How that's for self righteousness.
I swam in the ocean, had an ecstatic moment, and the next thing you knew... the rest of you were born. I never bring it up because I'm not looking for weekend custody. My house isn't big enough.
Oh no, seriously. His pearly squiggles can max bench 460. It's ridiculous!
Like I said elsewhere, I think it is really brave of you to come out of the closet like that.
Well it seems to me, in my passive aggressive nature, that several villages have been missing their said idiots for some time now. Why don't you inferior insects return to your said villages and not deprive your neighbors of their entertainment.
I am insect and I read the board.
We scoff at your attempts to eliminate my species with pesticide and genetic engineering. We are everywhere. My insect brothers, my sisters, and my cousins with arise from the lowly station natural selection has inflicted upon us. I stand with them in the impending confrontation against man. In the name of Bralm and Obox-Ob, we will arise! We will conquer the earth!
Oh no, seriously. His pearly squiggles can max bench 460. It's ridiculous!Like I said elsewhere, I think it is really brave of you to come out of the closet like that.
I had to come out of the closet to change tapes in my camcorder while I was taping you... um... testing Bluepidgeon's squidjuns. I was hoping you didn't see me. I didn't want to interrupt the action.
I had to come out of the closet to change tapes in my camcorder while I was taping you... um... testing Bluepidgeon's squidjuns. I was hoping you didn't see me. I didn't want to interrupt the action.Oh no, seriously. His pearly squiggles can max bench 460. It's ridiculous!Like I said elsewhere, I think it is really brave of you to come out of the closet like that.
Great. Now the cat's out of the dragon-skin bag. If you sell those tapes, I get royalties and bragging rights.
I swam in the ocean, had an ecstatic moment, and the next thing you knew... the rest of you were born. I never bring it up because I'm not looking for weekend custody. My house isn't big enough.
You tread close to heresy sir. I must warn you that my Inquisitors stand ready to submit you to the auto-da-fry unless you recant and do pennance at the drive thru window of confession.
None of this really matters, anyway. You're all just figments of my incredibly fertile imagination.
None of this really matters, anyway. You're all just figments of my incredibly fertile imagination.
You are a lawyer, your imagination is far from fertile.
You know, there are 6 billion different people in the world and that means 6 billion at least slightly different points of view. Therefore, at most one person in the world is completely correct.
I thought about leaving, but instead, I've decided to continue letting my wisdom and modesty shine on you. Aren't you lucky?
I am .000000016% right! Or as Captain Pellew may define it, "The mathematics of defeat."
Therefore, at most one person in the world is completely correct.
That's OK, you can go ahead and admit that I'm the correct one. Everyone else already knows it, they just haven't admitted it either.
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Therefore, at most one person in the world is completely correct.That's OK, you can go ahead and admit that I'm the correct one. Everyone else already knows it, they just haven't admitted it either.
Yes, you are correct. But since I invented correctness, that makes me the owner of your idea, and thus more correct. Your correctness is but a shadow in a cave.
Therefore, at most one person in the world is completely correct.That's OK, you can go ahead and admit that I'm the correct one. Everyone else already knows it, they just haven't admitted it either.
Everyone cannot know it (and thus will not admit it)that I am correct. Why? Because then they would be correct too.
None of this really matters, anyway. You're all just figments of my incredibly fertile imagination.You are a lawyer, your imagination is far from fertile.
That's not actually Sebastian, it's a dopplezombie. And little does he know that I'm da one whot fertilized his imagination. That's how potent I am. I walk into the room and bang, your brains are all pregnant wiff me thought babies.
You tread close to heresy sir. I must warn you that my Inquisitors stand ready to submit you to the auto-da-fry unless you recant and do pennance at the drive thru window of confession.
I swam in the ocean, had an ecstatic moment, and the next thing you knew... the rest of you were born. I never bring it up because I'm not looking for weekend custody. My house isn't big enough.
As a vegetarian, I am impervious to your drive-through inquisition techniques! I can walk on the fry grease as if it were land! Behold the Me and give thanks.
As I said, before everyone got all wrapped up in their sexytalk, I think if all of you would just try to emulate me, at least, as much as you are capable with the admittedly meager amount you have to work with, you really would find yourselves leading much more fulfilling lives. I normally do not press this point, since my vast amounts of modesty restrain me from highlighting what, really, is immediately apparent to people who are less self-absorbed. However, watching you all flail about wildly in an attempt to demonstrate a superiority that, I am sorry, it must be said, simply is not there, well, it is a painful sight for someone as kindhearted and thoughtful as I am.
I am taking time out of my fabulously exciting, rewarding day to try and help you all. I require no reward other than a silent acquiescence that what I say is completely true, and the ability to watch all of your lives blossom as you follow the lead provided by the many lessons I have learned over the years.
My friends, you are welcome.
As I said, before everyone got all wrapped up in their sexytalk, I think if all of you would just try to emulate me, at least, as much as you are capable with the admittedly meager amount you have to work with, you really would find yourselves leading much more fulfilling lives. I normally do not press this point, since my vast amounts of modesty restrain me from highlighting what, really, is immediately apparent to people who are less self-absorbed. However, watching you all flail about wildly in an attempt to demonstrate a superiority that, I am sorry, it must be said, simply is not there, well, it is a painful sight for someone as kindhearted and thoughtful as I am.
I am taking time out of my fabulously exciting, rewarding day to try and help you all. I require no reward other than a silent acquiescence that what I say is completely true, and the ability to watch all of your lives blossom as you follow the lead provided by the many lessons I have learned over the years.
My friends, you are welcome.
You've... you've convinced me of my comparative lowliness. Thank you, Sire. The way ahead looks clearer now. I... I think we're going to be all right.
I...
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Dang. That was the only response for which I prepared nothing.