Moderate emotion is the path to the dark side.
Moderate emotion leads to apathy.
Apathy leads to depression.
Depression leads to suffering.
DANGER! DANGER! By friending Lumpy, you're only two degrees of separation from being a friend of the Pony-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!APPEAR!So uhm, I friended you on fb, and nothing, no acceptance. :(
Am I not good enough for you, do we always have to keep our freindship so secret? Can't it be time to tell everyone? And what a better way than to have me on your exclusive FB friend list? ;)
Well, what is wrong with Pony Boi? Plus, is that the reason why you don't like me, Miss Slaad? ~Grins~
I should hang out here more often.
So, Gary hasn't attacked you lately?
pp
Wanders into the thread and lifts his leg.
Funny, cause that's not what I'm imagining.Dave, you are such a snob. I can picture you right now in some Masterpiece Theatreesque library sipping tea and listening to Bach with a smoking jacket on.Grrrr, I am so irritated today. Every little thing is bugging me. I need to find a way to relax and chill out.Some hot chamomile, lavander, and jasmine tea and classical music always does the trick for me.
You really are a naughty boy. Ruth was right.
Poor, poor Pony Boi.
Edit - WOOT!!! Top of the page!
Moderate emotion is the path to the dark side.
Moderate emotion leads to apathy.
Apathy leads to depression.
Depression leads to suffering.DONE!
I actually don't disagree with your spoiler at all, I just wanted to put something saucy in that thread. And I resisted for so long...
EDIT: Ninja'd by CH? Something's wonky in board land.
You're almost as slow as that useless husband of mine.
Next up: Giddiness
Oh Saged One, what damned steps lead a mortal down the path to Fall as a Hippeh?
It's like I'm not even here...
Who are you?
Seriously, the boards didn't update for me for a few minutes there.
Next up: GiddinessOh Saged One, what damned steps lead a mortal down the path to Fall as a Hippeh?
Don't ask me. I'm still looking for the pot golem.
It's like I'm not even here...
{secretly flashes boobies to Flash}
Whatchyoo talkin' 'bout, cranky girl? Go, check, and feel uplifted.APPEAR!So uhm, I friended you on fb, and nothing, no acceptance. :(
Am I not good enough for you, do we always have to keep our freindship so secret? Can't it be time to tell everyone? And what a better way than to have me on your exclusive FB friend list? ;)
A Whoops *Red faced* Stupid slow FB wouldn't show had been accepted. Uhm...I...Yeah
Don't ask me. I'm still looking for the pot golem.Next up: GiddinessOh Saged One, what damned steps lead a mortal down the path to Fall as a Hippeh?
Goddang hippeh!
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lifts leg again
I still don't feel like strong opinions got its proper schematization:
Strong opinions are the path to the dark side.
Strong opinions lead to arguments.
Arguments lead to anger.
Anger leads to suffering...
and obviously, heavy-handed moderation.
Bella Sara Charter Superscriber
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Hmmm...
Giddiness leads to over consumption of sugar.
Over consumption of sugar leads to running around the house with my shirt over my head shouting "Do you have TP for my bunghole."
Lack of TP for my bunghole leads to skidmarks in my underpants.
Skidmarks in my underpants leads to suffering.
Suffering leads to the Dark Side!
Brain-eating ghost post.
~looks around~ Where is that dratted post.
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Hmmm...
Giddiness leads to over consumption of sugar.
Over consumption of sugar leads to running around the house with my shirt over my head shouting "Do you have TP for my bunghole."
Lack of TP for my bunghole leads to skidmarks in my underpants.
Skidmarks in my underpants leads to suffering.
Suffering leads to the Dark Side!
You're funny.
A Whoops *Red faced* Stupid slow FB wouldn't show had been accepted. Uhm...I...YeahWhatchyoo talkin' 'bout, cranky girl? Go, check, and feel uplifted.APPEAR!So uhm, I friended you on fb, and nothing, no acceptance. :(
Am I not good enough for you, do we always have to keep our freindship so secret? Can't it be time to tell everyone? And what a better way than to have me on your exclusive FB friend list? ;)
See? You feel better now, right? ^^
Hey you kids! Stop all this racket! And get the hell off my lawn!
little bastards
See? You feel better now, right? ^^A Whoops *Red faced* Stupid slow FB wouldn't show had been accepted. Uhm...I...YeahWhatchyoo talkin' 'bout, cranky girl? Go, check, and feel uplifted.APPEAR!So uhm, I friended you on fb, and nothing, no acceptance. :(
Am I not good enough for you, do we always have to keep our freindship so secret? Can't it be time to tell everyone? And what a better way than to have me on your exclusive FB friend list? ;)
I do :D
Phantom Post!!!!!
You're almost as slow as that useless husband of mine.Moderate emotion is the path to the dark side.
Moderate emotion leads to apathy.
Apathy leads to depression.
Depression leads to suffering.DONE!
I actually don't disagree with your spoiler at all, I just wanted to put something saucy in that thread. And I resisted for so long...
EDIT: Ninja'd by CH? Something's wonky in board land.
June, how are you talking without a head? We've got to find you a pretti...ur, I mean, living head to attach to your body before it's too late, then get back to our misbegotten brood of Cleavers.
RPG Superstar 2009 Top 32
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A Whoops *Red faced* Stupid slow FB wouldn't show had been accepted. Uhm...I...YeahWhatchyoo talkin' 'bout, cranky girl? Go, check, and feel uplifted.APPEAR!So uhm, I friended you on fb, and nothing, no acceptance. :(
Am I not good enough for you, do we always have to keep our freindship so secret? Can't it be time to tell everyone? And what a better way than to have me on your exclusive FB friend list? ;)
Yeah I was wondering about that 'cause I saw him as a mutual friend earlier...
Hmmm...
Giddiness leads to over consumption of sugar.
Over consumption of sugar leads to running around the house with my shirt over my head shouting "Do you have TP for my bunghole."
Lack of TP for my bunghole leads to skidmarks in my underpants.
Skidmarks in my underpants leads to suffering.
Suffering leads to the Dark Side!
A few years of talking like this and we'll all be speaking Tamarian.
Heathy, and Sebastion... at Tanagra!
Sharoth, when the walls fell.
uh oh... this ain't gonna end well! 8OIt's like I'm not even here...{secretly flashes boobies to Flash}
lol, well were they nice?
;)
June, how are you talking without a head? We've got to find you a pretti...ur, I mean, living head to attach to your body before it's too late, then get back to our misbegotten brood of Cleavers.
You're almost as slow as that useless husband of mine.
Like you care about my head. You only stare at my chest when we're talking anyway.
Well here's something you should know.
I was faking it.
There, I said it. You know what I'm talking about.
A few years of talking like this and we'll all be speaking Tamarian.
Heathy, and Sebastion... at Tanagra!
Sharoth, when the walls fell.
Okay, even though it's crossing mythoi, I've got to declare this my favorite post of the morning.
Want to see POSTS!
Space Post!!!
June, how are you talking without a head? We've got to find you a pretti...ur, I mean, living head to attach to your body before it's too late, then get back to our misbegotten brood of Cleavers.
You're almost as slow as that useless husband of mine.Like you care about my head. You only stare at my chest when we're talking anyway.
Well here's something you should know.
I was faking it.
There, I said it. You know what I'm talking about.
Oh my! 8O
I think the lead singer of Devo's baby was killed by Space Posts.
June, how are you talking without a head? We've got to find you a pretti...ur, I mean, living head to attach to your body before it's too late, then get back to our misbegotten brood of Cleavers.
You're almost as slow as that useless husband of mine.Like you care about my head. You only stare at my chest when we're talking anyway.
Well here's something you should know.
I was faking it.
There, I said it. You know what I'm talking about.
Hey you two! Go get a room!
Demmit! Show Me POSTS!
Like you care about my head. You only stare at my chest when we're talking anyway.Well here's something you should know.
I was faking it.
There, I said it. You know what I'm talking about.
June...pats her hand...dear, I don't care about that. That's what my secretary's for. Now let's go find you a new head so I don't have to listen to you gurgling out of your neck stump. Besides, the interior of the Fury is turning into a real mess, dear.
Phantom po