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I have a lot of hobbies and don't subscribe to "traditional" or "normal" gender roles so in response to your statement ...EXTERMINATE>EXTERMINATE>EXTERMINATE.
The next poster is running from the Daleks with Nurse Practitioner Who.
I stole a few gun sticks and dome from them, so yeah I'm running.
Next poster would like to buy those things from me.
That's what you get if you're running from Daleks all day.
The next poster also has a great condition.
Haha! I am victorious! Um, dang. Now what do I do with this fat, bloated corpse?
The next poster will discover life on another planet.
If that means I get to travel trough space, great! If that means I get to travel to space because I get abducted by aliens, uhm...
The next poster knows wich one it is, and will tell us.
If you are going to fund a Zombie uprising you are going to need funds so I have a deal for you. I am crazy for offering this to you but what you need, no I shouldn't, oh all right I see you have a greater need for it than me. Obsidian mine, full to the brim with veins ripe for the picking of sweet sweet rock. Now I will tell you it is slightly used, tunnel three can be a bit dodgy and is prone to collapse, but you have Zombie's to do the work so no worries. I know I am crazy but you can have this mine of mine for the right price.
The next poster knows the right price.
Have a seat in the extra comfy chair. Would you like something to eat or drink? Oh don't mind the cute little kittens and puppies playing. Here put on these comfy bunny slippers. It's not too hot or too cold for you is it? Now I really hate to ask you this but I was hoping you might be willing to answer a question for me, if it's not too much trouble. Would you please be so kind as to tell us the right price? It would mean so much to us.
The next poster will discover the real secret of NIMH and will sahre it with the world.
squeak It was a mass hallucination induced by massive amounts of squeak sewer gas that was released into the atmosphere when all the toilets in London squeak were nearly simultaneously flushed during the half-time break of the World Cup match.squeak
The next poster doesn't believe that, and instead will share with us their conspiracy theory.
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I'll let this masterpiece of heroic and far-seeing journalism explain.
And now for something completely different: The next poster has 9 legs.
That and Immortality which really sucks when your big brother plays "Why do you keep hitting yourself, Why do you keep hitting yourself?"
The next poster has suffered at the hands of bullies but....
Finally, I have found the missing sock stolen years ago by the Maytag Beast.
The next poster just rolled a nat 1.
What the...
I was picking up my pen, dropped it, and it went through my foot. Dang, that hurts!
The next poster will discover that Gizmo from Gremlins is really the child of Yoda and an Ewok.
And with my glasses on the beams are magnified to the point that I can shoot down any encroaching asteroids, saving the Earth from utter destruction.
The next poster will discover the perfect meld of man and machine.
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Bluaaaaarrrrggggg ! Gggggggnnnnnoumnd ! Huuuuuuuungggggg ! Blorf !
The next poster never uses the d4 die in his games.
They are mean pointy little things! If I throw one it might attack someones eye! The D8 and D100 are pointy as well, but they are nice self respecting dices. You can rely on them.
Next poster has a special relationship with one of his dices.
My Precious. My Precious. They wants to take you away, but I won't let them. They can'ts have you, my Precious.
The next poster will invent the ultimate gamer snack.
Funion flavored Mt Dew! Boom Zoom Pow!
The next poster is in the kitchen getting some.
Life much better down where it's wetter...UNDER THE SEA!
The next poster Just Kissed a Ghoul and Liked it.
And then we had fantastic sex.
The next poster once beat Chuck Norris senseless.
Nobody beats me at Slot Racers (an old Atari 2600 game). What? You thought I beat him in a fight. I may be crazy but I'm not that crazy.
The next person will make a really good The Incredible Hulk movie (and no, the Avengers sequel doesn't count).
It will be an incredible Incredible Hulk movie as long as we can get him to stop damaging the cameras.
"Close Up, Hulk SMASH!"
The next poster is losing money investing in this venture.
If this doesn't stop I'll need to sell the Hulk.
Next poster knows how I survived that.
Dungeon Master fiat. Thats the only way.
The next poster knows a different way, but to something completely different.
Just fill the wooden alpaca with your old Moogle costumes and you'll be fine.
The next poster doesn't get the reference.
Can't be blamed if I don't read online comics.
The next poster likes to crush grapes between their toes.
Indeed I am! We're killing you next...
The next poster just lost the game.
Or that's what I want you to believe. The BBEG is really my puppet and I've already have more escape plans than you can counter.
The next poster will remember where they put their keys but forgot where they live.
Edit: Ninja'd again - at least it was someone different this time.
I don't lock my doors...
The next poster will be ninja'd
Already been done. Fortunately I've got me a sweet bunch of Harry Mudd clones in stock to use as shields.
The next poster will discover the source of animosity between tribbles and Klingons.
Credit where Credit is due is all I am saying!
The next poster is President of something useless.
I met up with a priest and a rabbi and walked into a bar, now my head hurts.
The next poster will explain why the bar was hung so low.