not after he was done with it anyway. 
Wait a minute. You mean this thread is actually about something? I thought it was an exercise in post-modernist irony.
(Bolding mine), would it be like Auto-Suiciding yourself?
I just splorfed gingerale all over my desk…
Anybody want a drumstick? They’re extra large.
Plun-Darrian trollop! YOU were the one who, by training your damn monkey ninjas, obliged me to branch out from my own flying monkey armies! Not to mention PROMISING me that the ostriches were reliable.
You have set my plans for world conquest back WEEKS. I shall have my revenge.
Argles quietly in the corner.
argle argle argle
All black. You forgot that I am pure evil, a veritable spawn of Morgoth himself. No longer can I assume a fair form, or for that matter a form with fewer than three penii.
Hey! I didn’t train the monkey ninjas, they were created that way. I just won them in a poker game. And I believe I recommended crow-people, not ostriches. It’s your own fault for using such stupid (but tasty) beasts. BTW, how do you like my new cape? saunters around in feathered cape See, I did that quick-release collar like you recommended.
The quick release control is supposed to be on the breastplate and g-string. Do you read ANY of the memos I send?
offers to assist Silver Tyger Girl in properly installing her quick release control
saunters back in What’s this memo? Mavericks don’t wear g-strings! And dagnabbit, I can’t fasten a breastplate, my hand won’t go up that high. I was a POW, you know. Because I love this country! That’s why we all have to reach across the aisle, my friends, because know where Barack Osama is hiding! I know how to get him. Go team Venture!
[The Colonel] Right! No more. This Thread is getting too silly! [/The Colonel]
Wiles away the time
I don’t think I want to be a Junior Mod. Could I be a Junior Mint instead?
I could be a Junior College if forced or maybe a Junior League, definitely don’t want to be a Junior Samples.
Reallys all over freekalette
Only for inspiration and certainly not to fulfill your fantasies. Unless you start paying me, a hell of a lot.
yes, I can be bought. But I’m not cheap.
Oh, you do not want to engage me in a contest of “acting out usernames against one another”!! I just might lette you.
You forget I’m married, love. I was trying to help you and Tygra out.
Married men don’t have fantasies? Rats. I guess my wife was right about that after all.
Of course I have fantasies. But it’s TACKY to indulge in sexual fantasies about message-board friends. I only fantasize about Natalie Portman, Angela Basset, and conquering the Earth.