Do you know how hard it was to pick through all of my alphabet cereal and do that? Stupid Rules!
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The next poster is down to the Nitty-Gritty.
Pretty much.
The next poster posts posts on fence posts.
My blog is a log.
The next poster isn't bragging if it's true.
No brag, just fact.
The next poster doesn't know what old TV show this quote came from.
What do you mean? Logs got rhythm? Didn't know they could dance.
The next poster thinks that was a stupid joke.
Not exactly disease, more of a condition: Asteroid Hyalosis.
The next poster got caught up in the Olympics like I did.
As in I don't really want to talk about all this Olympic hype.
The next poster made a poster out of post-its.
They wrote about it in the New York Post.
The next poster reads the Post every day.
Only if i can do so while eating Post raisin bran.
The next poster thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts.
I'm telling you this place is HAUNTED.
The next poster will come up some other clever idea.
Well, maybe not word for word, and the memory is not what it used to.,.,.,.What were we talking about?
The next poster is about the same age I was when the original Star Trek was first on TV.
No, I have a crush on Zulu, dammit!
The next poster understands why.
It's that fencer's body of his. Oh, my!
The next poster crushes hard on Beverly Crusher.
What can I say, I love playing doctor...
The next poster crushes hard on Wesley Crusher (yes i am evil)
Only if I can crush him with a large boulder.
The next poster thinks Sheldon should destroy Will Wheaton.
Yes, but it really isn't going to happen. Plankton just doesn't measure up.
The next poster probably stole my Nat 20 for a boon roll...
Yes, I am the dice thief.
The next poster has a very unusual dice that I want to swipe.
I want to, but since I can't go it would be fundamentally wrong if you did.
Oh, sorry my bad!
The next poster thinks I'm an idiot.
Yes, but only on February 30th.
The next poster has probably already posted here.
And my flight instructor soiled himself!
The next poster invented a better mousetrap.
Unfortunately, I still haven't worked out the kinks. (See Project Here.)
The next poster knows what he's going to do today.
I NEED to get IMMERSED in Spanish. I can't do that here. I mean, taking classes in it doesn't cut it. I don't understand women in the telenovelas yet, so I'm not there. Mexico, maybe?
The next poster abhors spicy food.
I do. It has to be EXTREMELY spicy for me to enjoy it. I use Sriracha like ketchup.
The next poster puts Dave's Insanity Sauce on corn flakes for breakfast.
You would think that I would do that, but my own insanity is more than I can handle.
The next poster doesn't suffer from insanity, they really enjoy it.
:D:D
I find my thought patterns mimic TF2's pyro, actually.
The next poster watched that video.
Indeed I did. I was at a deficit for words.
The next poster also saw it.
Meh.
The next poster ate the whole thing.
Ugh. I can't believe I ate the whole thing. I think I need an Alka-Seltzer.
The next poster now has that jingle stuck in their head.
Plop Plop Fizz Fizz Oh how much better this jingle is, than most of the crap they play on the radio today.
The next poster likes the kiddy rock junk.
Sorry, that was just one of the voices in my head, I try not to listen to that one, but sometime it slips out.
The next poster hears voices too.
They tell me to make fudge of the rules, and level my PFS Skulking Slayer Scout Half-Orc to 5th level... I don't think I'll ever get to play him at his most ridiculous.
The next poster showed those voices who's boss.
As it turns out, they are.
The next poster is going to have a Great Saturday!
Yay, I'm going to have a Great Saturday! Finally, I can start beating up those people that say I'll never have a Great Saturday with my Great Saturday. (Eat 3d6 Days of Fatigue, no save!)
The next poster wants my Great Saturday weapon.
Yes, and I need it in the next hour and a half, or it will be too late.
The next poster is a Florence and the Machine junkie.