I’d like everyone to meet Evry1sMom. She’s a good friend of mine whom I’ve been talking with for about a year via IM. I think she’ll fit in quite nicely. So, flame her a little to make her feel welcome. Here’s your Mom!
Welcome to the Board and prepare to be addicted! 
I really try to be good but it just isn’t in my nature!
okay, I jumped the gun. she’s still registering…
and doesn’t have her password yet…
Okay, well, she was still signing up when I introduced her, and she is having problems getting her password. Aren’t I red-faced.
Well, that was anticlimactic…
Yer pal,
Satan
Yeah. I’m going back to the threesome thread.
He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts.
But no smilies.
Me, too.
I’m home mom. What’s for dinner and can I borrow the car tonight?
“Many count their chickens before they are hatched; and where they expect bacon, meet with broken bones.”
–Miguel de Cervantes–
Welcome, whateveryournameisgoingtobe! Beware the evil *clique!
"Every one is bound to bear patiently the results of his own example. "
-Phædrus
{i]make sure you **KNOW how to use UBB before you go {i}trying{/quote] to use the :Damn codes…
She’ll be here, I promise. She had to take her kid to the doctor’s while she waited for her email to work. I really didn’t plan out this recruiting thing very well.
Is she black?
:: ducking ::
Yer pal,
Satan
She is now approx. 5 hours late.
I think this calls for a pit thread, you goat-felcher.
Oh boy, my first official case of sig line writer’s block.
Mom. the decision has been made.
Besides, you’ll love it there. They have Bingo and Euchre, and you’ll have a TV in your room.
Of course we’ll visit.
Hey, it’s not my fault. It’s not hers, either. Her damn email kept on pulling a 404 and she couldn’t get her password. she said she was done when I posted. But she’s online now, and I’ll try to get her over here.
Hey, it’s not my fault. It’s not hers, either. Her damn email kept on pulling a 404 and she couldn’t get her password. she said she was done when I posted. But she’s online now, and I’ll try to get her over here.
Just admit you made her up. She doesn’t really exist and the sooner you realize that the sooner you can begin getting treatment for your psychosis.
[enter 4 men in white lab coats]
“Hey, it’s not my fault.”
Uh huh. The old Richard Nixon dodge. Well, it didn’t work for him and it ain’t working for you.
Do you have any other imaginary friends? Maybe a 6 foot tall rabbit?
A seminar on time travel will be held two weeks ago.
Actually, it’s the Lando Calarissian defense.