O, pay it no mind. Mr Grumpy Pants got up on the wrong side of the coffin this evening - that's all.
I guess one would have to expect the remnants on this old thread to be mostly undead. Probably still some cockroaches running around somewhere.
I'm not undead or a cockroach.
That's a matter of opinion.
>.>
That looks like a spider that's looking to the side which is moderately unsettling.
I can't help myself, I keep winning.
I'm going to the doctor tomorrow morning.
Come in. Come in.
Now what seems to be the problem?
Excuse me, UNCLE GoatToucher, but I believe that some people wrote to you to ask for your help and you never replied to them.
Goodness! Please remind me.
Why did the blind man walk into and fall down the well?
Because he didn't see that well.
If he was entirely blind, he couldn't see at all, surely?
His name was Sue.
Only if you have the charlie sheen definition of winning which I think is cocaine.
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Certainly! If you look over there...
*Points to the "ask uncle GoatToucher" thread.*
I'm sure that you can solve all of their problems.
What a stimulating intellectual exercize!
Yes all you head that direction I'll just hang here and keep this thread warm.
Sit on it. Maybe it'll hatch.
BEEP BEEP!
Me belief wanes.
I may cautiously look into that thread. cautiously!
Delta Green was a tabletop roleplaying game by Arc Dream Publishing, which evolved from a Call of Cthulhu setting. It was set in modern times, and features a special task force which combats horrors the rest of us are better off not knowing about.
So those were the unfriendly chaps in camouflage lurking around GoatToucher's workroom!
I wonder what happened to them?
That is what I need to do right there.
There is no work elsewhere. Once you're fired it's over.
You ruined such a long streek of win.
To cheer y'up, here's a proper thigh-slapper:
Q: What's a 5th Century barbarian's favourite stringed musical instrument?
A: A vandal-in! Hoo hoo hoo hoo hooooooo!!!!!
I never 'axed' ya to do that!!!
I don't know. I wasn't there.
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Good grief man, do you mean to say that even after all this time, you still haven't received the letter addressed to your deceased mother from her secret lover that may in actual fact be your biological father?!
*Quickly checks pockets of self then everyone else.*
Aha, here it is! It appears that Vidmaster7 forgot to pass it on to you, here you go!.
*Takes the letter from out of Vidmaster7's pocket and gives the letter over to Chuck Les.*
*Removes helmet, revealing himself to be, in fact, Maury Povich, staring at letter with intense but detached interest.*
Good grief man, do you mean to say that even after all this time, you still haven't received the letter addressed to your deceased mother from her secret lover that may in actual fact be your biological father?!
*Quickly checks pockets of self then everyone else.*
Aha, here it is! It appears that Vidmaster7 forgot to pass it on to you, here you go!.
*Takes the letter from out of Vidmaster7's pocket and gives the letter over to Chuck Les.*
H'mmm. Let's see....
"Dere person, this is a leter of curse iff you put $10 in ther male and send it to me u will not get cruse but if you do not and do not send 2 five other person u will. Get currse. And Jesus wil be very cross.
PS: Count Reiner Heydrich is ur reel dad."
Golly gawsh!
I tried using that excuse once, except it wasn't blood that I donated. Maybe that's why it didn't work.
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True, but the Du Montrian Galleria was more than happy to accept all the wax and paint you gave. Now they have the security system they always wanted. What better way to protect paintings and sculptures than with living paintings and sculptures (seriously, I use the occasional Trompe l'Oeil whenever I can).
One thing about living in Santa Carla I never could stomach; all the $%^& vampires.