I am my own worst enemy.
The next poster has a song in their heart and a chip on their shoulder.
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Why does it feel so good (song) but hurt so bad? (chip)
The next poster will get EDDLAP out of my mind.
Easy just sing...This is the song that doesn't end...........
The next poster wishes they were a sock puppet because....
###Nuclear launch detected###
The next poster is in my base, killing my dudes
Here a crap, there a crap, everywhere a crap crap.
The next poster will be covered in my crap.
Getting tied of me ascent? What does that mean, man?
The next person knows mimes 1-7's real name.
.... :(
.... :)
;)
#$@$%!#$@$%##$@$@#
Canadian celebrities. The very term is an oxymoron.
The next poster is a former child star.
Well, I did appear on an unaired pilot for ...Married With Children.
The next poster is a former porn star.
But only for the green card.
The next poster has fallen and can not get up.
I would have, but there were too many cops around.
The next poster played one on TV.
... *_*
... ♪♫♪ -_-
They are not silly, they are a manifesto of the exalted ones, the truth with a capital t, the warmth to my sunshine, the Folgers in my cup, the commandments to live by, the rules to govern all interactions especially when I am arguing in line at Starbucks on whether or not I get an Attack of Opportunity agains the person who cut in line. They allow me to be FREEEEEEEE!
The next poster wants to be FREEEEEEEE too.
But then I ate my stylist and it got better, I was just crabby from skipping breakfast.
The next poster thinks there is nothing more important than breakfast.
Yup, I'm so proud. Of course, then I got hit on the head by a falling pineapple during a game of Pathfinder while performing brain surgery on a football field (long story) and forgot it all.
The next poster knows why I was playing pathfinder while performing brain surgery on a football field, and will tell us the long story.
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A long story involving a devious pineapple? I believe you're referring to this sucker.
The next poster's favored choice of lethal weapon is unorthodox, to say the least....
Excuse me.
OH you said eat....I thought you meant cut.
The next poster can describe the lovely smell.
It smells like the sound of a pineapple hitting a head during a game of pathfinder while performing brain surgery on a football field. in the rain. It looks the same as the taste of fresh tomato. it sounds like your hand is on fire. finally, it looks like the stench of three-month-old sports shoes.
The next poster has a sixth sense, which unlike his other five is working properly.
I am so not going to say Odious! Hang on... C#$%!
The next poster killed a god. It didn't stick.
The Whiskery! It's good: try it!
The next poster is a stowaway on the international space station.
And they never would have found me if it weren't for those meddling kids!
The next poster will, for the first time, finally share their terrible secret.
FREEEEEEEEEEEEEE
DOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!
*Bang Bang*
"I shot you, you're out of the game"
The next poster thinks I missed, the poster after that still agrees with me.
I'm not a doctor, but I play one on TV.
The next poster is afraid of timey wimpy mubo jumbo.
*Begins theme music*
They say that time is a river. It's not. Time is kind of a sphere-thing, but with bits that lead to other bits that aren't nearby and a couple that go to completely different spheres... and one that's a cube. don't ask me why.
The next poster is altering the thread. we should pray he doesn't alter it any further.
And now for something completely different.
The next poster will tell us what it is, as long as it is not a dead parrot.
It is now happy hour!
The next poster is happy, but only for an hour.