If I ever get Pitted (unlikely, I’m not interesting enough), I want adhay to do it. It’s like those automatically generated spam letters. I save those – not the V1GR4 ones, but like
I think BrEkers got his ass handed back to him by a piece of sewer cable.
Oh, really? Well, I happen to have Sontag right here…
Standing behind Marshall McLuhan.
Marshall McLuhan should have been a roadie for a rock band. Then everybody probably would have called him “Stacks.”
Everclear
Everclear. With enough I can see G* for myself and not bother with ummm whatever that OP said.
I’m so confused and I still know nothing about G*.
You aren’t alone. We probably won’t find out the truth until if and when Half Life 3 get made.
Shodan:
You don’t have to choose.
Regards,
ShodanYes, but if you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice.
Leaffan:
Yes, but if you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice.
If I haven’t yet decided have I also made a choice? Shades of pre-ordination!
Yes,
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill;
I will choose a path that’s clear
I will choose Freewill.
Leave your son alone, you moron.
Mambo dogface in a banana patch.
Shagnasty:
To know G, one must first travel to the spot.
No thanks, I tried that and the bed got soaked. Also the walls, the ceiling…
Show off!
Leave your son alone, you moron.
Assuming this is addressed to me, what’s your problem?
Michael_Ellis:
Leave your son alone, you moron.
Assuming this is addressed to me, what’s your problem?
You’re here!
Please explain this damned thread.
adhay:
Assuming this is addressed to me, what’s your problem?
You’re here!
Please explain this damned thread.
In normal speak, if you please.
Mambo dogface in a banana patch.
I tried so hard to get my oldest to say that to her teacher on the first day of school! ![]()
As for the OP: I am undone. I’ve lost my touch. If only I had some Prozac.
One has to say that it takes a certain kind of skill to write an OP so confusing, you don’t know whether he’s calling out Bryan Ekers or Bricker, or whether he’s referring to God, Gatorade, or Snoop Dogg.
You’re just cranky because your mononame can’t be melded.
Refarts,
Vurnip
Michael_Ellis:
Leave your son alone, you moron.
Assuming this is addressed to me, what’s your problem?
This bloated, semen-filled decaying goat carcass of a thread is my problem. Explain yourself, sir.
I love you guys, figuratively speaking.
I love you guys.
Sigh.
I love you guys, figuratively speaking.
You sure have a strange way of showing it.