Klaus van der Kroft |
Isn't it ironic that the short topic has two pages now?
It's like getting a Chevy when you ask for a Ford.
I have a theory that maybe, maybe, all the posts are an illusion caused by the extreme state of relaxation achieved from staying in such a short and quiet topic.
Aye, that must be it.
zylphryx |
Alanis Morrissette wrote:Isn't it ironic that the short topic has two pages now?
It's like getting a Chevy when you ask for a Ford.
I have a theory that maybe, maybe, all the posts are an illusion caused by the extreme state of relaxation achieved from staying in such a short and quiet topic.
Aye, that must be it.
Or the illusions could be actual hallucinations caused by you smoking the eyes of Things from Beyond the Veil ...
MissingNo |
Klaus van der Kroft wrote:Or the illusions could be actual hallucinations caused by you smoking the eyes of Things from Beyond the Veil ...Alanis Morrissette wrote:Isn't it ironic that the short topic has two pages now?
It's like getting a Chevy when you ask for a Ford.
I have a theory that maybe, maybe, all the posts are an illusion caused by the extreme state of relaxation achieved from staying in such a short and quiet topic.
Aye, that must be it.
*b|0^p!*
Klaus van der Kroft |
Guys, we are out of chairs. Also, we only have 10 plates for pizza. I think we're going to have to share.
So, Undead Leon Czolgosz... you and Dick Cheney will use the same seat. Try not to shoot/eat each other; the carpet is new.
Rusty, I think we have plastic cuttlery in the back for you.
Ensirio, we said pizza! If they get stuffed with hot-dogs, they won't eat what we ordered. And we're not having this pizza go stale.
Gran Rey de los Monos and Blind Squirel, you guys are going to have to eat on the floor. I'm sorry, but we just don't have the infrastructure.
JDM031, take that hat off. It's bad form. Only then you can eat.
Zylphryx, I think this medula oblongata-pepperoni one is yours. Please use a fork; no eating with the tentacles straight from the box.
Wot and Acolyte of Leafar, goblins go in the back. We talked about it in the memo.
As for all the unspeakable horrors from between the stars we have in the room, please, PLEASE, stop flushing colour-out-of-space into the toilet.
Good Heavens, this was supposed to be my vacation.