I was looking back over some old threads, mostly mine but a few other posters’ as well. SPOOFE used to be a big contributor to “G. Nome you are a fucking idiot”-type threads but that’s all in the past (or so he says). I noticed that Spoofe seems to have a little habit of discussing himself in cryptic terms sometimes. It’s as though he wants to reveal more if only someone would ask. So I thought I would. He may answer, he may not.
You seem to play “what lies beneath?” a lot Spoofe. There is a suggestion that “down there” in Spoofeworld may not be…up to scratch. Do you do this A) to attract “shy” women B) because you send photos on request?
Do you own a gun or do you have access to a gun?
Have you read Is Data Human? If not, why not?
In one of your website photos your face is covered in mud. Why?
If you never become a moderator what will you do?
That’s all for now. May be other people could ask some as well.
Gah! My name’s in a thread title again! That always takes five years off my life when I see that…
Suggestion? Heck, I’ve flat out said it. In the TMI thread, I posted the exact size, in fact. But no, no pictures of “down there” in “SPOOFEWorld” (what an amusement park that’d be, eh?) will be forthcoming. I don’t want to break the camera.
I do have access to a gun. I still live with me parents, remember?
Nope. Never heard of it, actually. Is it any good?
You’re probably referring to that freaky lookin’ pic in the “About Me” section (I plan on re-writing that… the bulk of it was written when I was still a snot-nosed High School kid, and I was depressed a lot more back then). That was actually just a boring ol’ pic of me making a silly face. Back then, I was new to using Paintshop Pro, and I had just gotten the hang of messing around with things like Hot Wax Coating and Solarization.
Start a band called “The Shubdubs” (fifty SPOOFE points to anyone who recognizes this reference).
Ashtar…
Lifetime of practice. Inadvertent practice, actually. Being a young, reserved kid back in Middle and High School, I developed emotional barriers that manifested themselves in haughtiness, abrasiveness, hyperactivity, and a desire to make with the laughs. And then I got zapped with a cosmic ray and mutated into SPOOFE.
Longer. It dangles down right in the middle of my shoulder blades now.
KK…
Nope. Next question.
Java…
Slap a string of Rosary beads upside my head and call my Jackson, I’m a lazy bastard, ain’t I? I keep meaning to pop on over there and snag it up, but my head is in the clouds (well, actually, Counterstrike). Yeah, bring it on down, and I’ll love you forever. Or if you can’t… well… I’ll still love you forever.
Krispy…
Umm… the kind with Unguentine?
Spooje…
No. Absolutely not. Never in a million, billion, trillion, quadrillion, quintillion years. Ever. Not on my watch, buster. Who’s Charlie Hustle?
'Nomer again…
Ooh, thanks for telling me. I thought that it felt a little too strong. I kept coughing up blood really quickly each time I snorted.
I’m glad for this thread because I’ve been trying to work out what I can do with 50,000 SPOOFE points (errr, be polite) – what’s the story, SPOOFE…what can I buy with 'em ?
Well, at first I was thinkin’ that you were making an obscure reference to Pink Floyd, who, early in their career, called themselves The Abdabs. Then I came across this web page, which is clearly Shubdubian in nature. So which is it, or am I off target completely?
And I’d like to know two things:
Is your amputated Bo Diddley packed away for safekeeping? In salt?
If you threw a party and invited Al Gore, Eminem, Alan Greenspan, and the Pope, would you serve those little cocktail weiners, or would that be gauche?
What is it with you and underpants? Every time I see you post the word “underpants”, I think you’re referring to me (yes, I am self-centered, thanks for asking). It freaks me out. Kinda. A little.
Well, neither. A long time ago (in a galaxy far, far away), the Beatles were on tour. The drummer (Ringo? I don’t have the story handy, and I’m terrible with Beatles lore) was ill, so they got a local guy to drum for them for the night. Anyways, after his experience playing with the Beatles, this substitute drummer started his own band called “The Shubdubs” that went nowhere.
I’ll be nice and give you the SPOOFE points anyway, for trying so hard.
Well, in liquified plutonium, actually.
No, but I’d serve human weiners. Them’s tasty snacks, man.
“Underpants” is a funny word. In fact, I will go so far as to say that “Underpants” is the funniest word in the universe. Yes, it’s a fact. Also, there was an Internet list that took random quotes from Star Wars and replacd certain words with “Underpants” (such as “The ability to destroy a planet is insignificant next to the power of the underpants” and “You don’t need to see his underpants.”)
Colgate. It burns less.
Well, I’d love to get my hands on an MP5… those’re decidedly cool. On the other hand, I’ve also grown quite a hardon for H&K’s G-36 system. And Accuracy International’s AW-50 rifle is downright evil-looking.
