Let me think about that...no.
Go Vaccuum yourself and leave me to my win.
Why don't you go play w/your ranger trap. The win is mine!
You're back, Mark. Long time, no see. I suppose I should reacquaint you with the game. I win, you lose.
My chin juts out further than yours G money. The win is mine
Please. None of you losers has the blood of dragons coursing through your veins.
This is what makes you a winner.
You AM wrong son!
AM MATT AM DAT...
AM DAMON DAT...
MATT AM...
MATT AM DAMON...
*sighs*
MATT DAMON!!!
BEN AFLEK!!!
Don't encourag the muppet, please. It gives me the heebie jeebies.
Not that this will detract me from my win.
You go have the heebie jeebies, I will take my win.
*wants the heebie jeebies back now*
MATT DAMON!
*Watches Bourne series again* Meh...overrated. How you like THESE apples Daemon?
All I see is a grouchy banana who just lost.
Did you see that big fool moon that's out tonight?
Nope. Huzzah!
[*launches aerial self-propelled steampunk device with many coppery gears and gurgles, adorned with corny cupids with whirring blender blades for hands, in the general direction of the Vicious Chicken of Bristol*]
He he he ! The win will soon be MINE !
When? Because it certainly isn't now.
I feel like chicken tonight. Like chicken, like chicken, like chicken tonight...
I had chicken last night.
;p
Here kitty kitty...
Yum kitty wrapped in human very tasty.
Indigestion's a killer your nastiness
Me have not that problem. I can eat anything. And it tastes good stomach of iron.
Is it "Me" or "I"? Get it together Baron Von Nastygram
You're looking for the nickname thread, Hoover.
*Strolls by the argument and wins*
*takes win back*
Not for long.
Longer than you.
Check my posts Bird of Paradise Lost; I make up bad nicknames in EVERY post. Stop telling me I'm having badwrongfun or I'll have to open yet ANOTHER gripe thread. Oh, and the win is mine
I am still winning here so you best just go home.
*demands worship from scaly pest*
Demands worship from all fire creatures
Get a clue.
I'm clueless and thus ignore your command
Buy me a gyro, servant!
*Offers a huge and very full pan of lasagne to the Dragon of Agnor, with salad, bread sticks, and a nice chianti accompanying it.*
*sniffs*
*wonders if it's from Olive Garden*
*gets upset at the thought of food from Olive Garden*
It seems like you have acquired a worshipper.
*is deserving of adulation*
I vomit on adulation
As you should.
Puked.., for the win I should say.
*more offerings for the otyugh*
SSSSSPPPPPPPLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRTTTTTCCCCCHHHHHHH!
What's this? A buffet? *grab's bib*
I will pass on the *food*, and take the win.
I can eat AND run