Seriously, it's a high-schooler in Queens that creates an adhesive that is stronger than anything that 3M can think of. Really? Really?
The next poster's favorite movie is Howard the Duck.
How can I? I never saw it .
The next poster was photocopied and sold for $3 a pop.
And they come with a free autograph!
The next poster only writes in crayon.
[Actual honest answer]
I don't play any computer-based RPG, for the same reason I don't shoot heroin: I'm afraid I'd like it all too much.
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The next poster doesn't have that qualm about heroin.
I love watching the colors change as they swirl around the loops.
The next poster would use his superpowers for evil if he had them.
I WOULD, but then I'd get arrested, called a terrorist, and let's be honest: I just don't have a motive... Except people that really REALLY annoy me... Darnit, I do have a motive... Would going after annoying people be considered evil if I dealt with them permanently?
The next poster did not get a signed poster of Haladir.
Why would I? I'm not THAT vain!
The next poster just got a bad haircut.
If they are so advanced why do they need a guide?
The next post thinks we are talking about aliens.
Aren't we? They'd have to be advanced to build those flying saucers!
The next poster just left on a long sea voyage.
Over the sea,
Lets go men.
We're shoving right off again.
The next poster is in over his/her head.
Hard to interpret as I have no head. So either that does not apply to me, or it applies 100% of the time.
The next poster would like to shove off on a long sea voyage with Captain Spalding.
By posting after my post you are implying that you wish to take this journey with yourself. Are you going alone?
The next poster will reply with a comment so funny that everyone who reads it will be snorting assorted liquid refreshments out of their collective noses.
Oh cripes, you put too much of a burden on me. I'm so sorry, I'll just go to the punisher now...
The next poster will probably be said punisher.
Well, I just greased up the paddle.
The next poster has said "Please, sir, may I have another?" at some point in their life.
Yes I have, but I was talking to the guy serving Maine Lobsters at the Clambake.
The next poster doesn't know that "Rock Lobster" and "Langostino" are not really lobsters.
shoot, there goes that experiment...
The next poster owns a Rock the size and shape of a lobster.
I suddenly have a hankering for over-processed chicken parts.
The next post has to stay up all night.
Of course it's hard work over processing chickens!
The next poster thinks that processing chickens is a euphemism.
Wink, Wink, Nudge, Nudge.
The next poster is wondering how I can wink.
Must... find... it's... eyelid!!!
The next poster found the eyelid and it did strange things to him.
Why did my Eyelid attack me? I thought we would bond, be close. Instead it jumped me, covered me up! I couldn't see anything!
The next poster is trying to think of something special to do with those bottle-rockets he just bought.
WOOHOO TRIP TO THE MOON!!!!
The next poster also thinks that was a good idea.
Yep, sending Marthian to the moon was the best idea I came up with in the past four minutes.
The next poster has to work today.
And by work, I mean working on launching fireworks at Signore because he didn't include enough fireworks for a return trip.
The next poster is a goblin.
Seriously, how could you tell my race?
The next poster likes to eat lime green Jello with Spam chunks.
I call it Spello and prefer it with peanut butter and chicken gravy... yum!
The next poster thought the movie Catwoman was the best film ever made.
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Of course it was, hands down! How could you ever top Humphrey Bogart AND Peter Lorre AND Claude Rains AND that one scene with the Marseillaise AND non-stop immortal one-liners all in the same....wait. That WAS Catwoman, right?
The next poster used to work at Gizmonic Institute, just another face in a red jumpsuit, and did a good job cleaning up the place, but fell out of favor with their employers and got shot into space.
Yup, The directions read: Open can and place in a dark warm spot under Tirq's bed.
The next poster told me to put another one in Tirq's carriage.
But DJ didn't listen because it would have been too much.
The next poster got into Paizocon... As a poster.
Because I'm still handing out autographed Haladir posters.
The next poster didn't see any fireworks this Fourth of July.
I did not see them on the Fourth, I did see some nice ones tonight though.
The next poster thinks Bottle Rockets are made from bottles.
And I still stand by it! Yup!
The next post can do whatever he wants.
I'm chaotic neutral!
The next poster found a paladin thread caught in his wife's earring.
Darnit, no wonder she left me. Darn Paladins and their Charisma... (who am I kidding, I'm not married.)
The next poster didn't expect the spanish inquisition. .
Not cool, man. Not cool. But yes, I'm trying to stabilize. Ow
I hope the next poster has a Cure Something Spell.
Marthian, here's a box of band-aids and some iodine. And a flask of bourbon (purely for medicinal reasons.)
The next poster should join me for a drink at the nearest tavern. First round's on me!
Yes, would someone please check my reality, I think it is getting a little low.
The next poster should be doing something more important than wasting his time here.
I know I SHOULD be doing something more important, but there really isn't anything more important. It's either this or video games, and I'm getting bored of those.
The next poster thinks that DJ-Bogie is nuts for thinking the Paizo forums is a time waster.
That totally cured my headache.
The next poster stayed up too late catching up on this season of Glee.