::Fainting dead away::
I believe I’d pay $10 to see that. 
I believe that MamaHen and I are dating spider-fearing clones.
I believe that Mnementh and I will omne day take over the world amnd force eveyomne to stick amn “m” imn fromnt of every “n”.
I believe I will now go to bed, because it’s way past my bedtime and I have to clean the house tomorrow before MommyMnem comes to visit.
In case anyone has any doubts as to whether I’d ever met jarbabyj…
[sub]Okay, it was a stupid error; I was thinking about David Cassidy when I typed “his”. Deepest apologies for the gender confusion.[/sub]
I believe that Fairy Princess Kitty is really a blonde eight-year-old girl wearing an angel costume and co-posting with her pet cat, Mr. Chubby.
I believe that if I met any of you people in person I would blush and sound all dumb and stuff.
I believe that Techchick is a brilliant and purdy lady.
I believe that Coldfire’s multi-thousand-mile-long penis is still blocking my driveway (and the smegma smell is starting to get unbearable… I should turn the hose on to it tomorrow).
I believe that Unclebeer pees a lot, hence his nickname, Unclepee.
I believe Wishbone has WAAAAY overestimated how disturbed (and rich) I am.
I believe that Reprise returns to the TMI Thread WAAAAY too often.
I believe that Fenris is really Bill Watterson, cackling and giggling away in his basement/evil laboratory as these bizarre creations of his take life… even as I type this, I’m picturing him screaming “It’s alive! It’s ALIIIIVE!” as a half-man, half-breakfast-cereal type creature receives a surge of electricity and, with a pained moaning of the damned, it RISES from the table…
I believe that ExTank has a collection of several hundred fully-automatic rifles, machine guns, SMG’s, carbines, and a good-sized collection of berettas, glocks, HK’s, all sitting around on his bedroom floor, waiting to be used. I also believe that he wears a cowboy hat, a thong, an ammo belt, and a bandolier… and nothing else.
Becomes so shocked that, as he staggers about the ring, he bounces off a rope and collapses in a corner, unable to move
And the Creme Mne Menth thing was theorised to me. I didn’t figure it out myself. It’s a soup, isnt it?
Other Mnem, that would accomplish mnothing! At least mnot by itself. See, themnext phase of my plamn is to see who camn and camnnot promnoumnce the words, which is how I will decide who survives and who does mnot! cue evil laughter, followed by whooping coughs, followed by a hack and more laughing
::Stands in opposite corner of the ring,makes the gunz gesture at her temples,runs and leaps,landing with her thighs on his shoulders. Commences bouncing::
BTW…Great Raw last night. I’m still marking out over RVD.
Creme de menthe is a mint-flavored alcoholic beverage, used to make (among other things) grasshoppers. And for a silly joke this has gone much further than I expected.
This could get confusimng…
“I’mn a gmnu!
I’mn a gmnu!
The gmnicest work of gmnature imn the zoo!..”
celestina, I am very touched and honored. Any time you want to drop by and have a few beers and talk about things, feel free. There’s plenty of beer here, because friends bring it for parties, and neither Pepper Mill nor I drink it. But I’ll open a bottle of wine, or possibly Pepper’s home-made mead, so you won’t be drinking alone.
celestina sounds like the name of the heroine in one of those “Classics Illustrated Junior” fairy tales. She’s diminutive, with a gown covered with stars.
I firmly believe Max Torgue could use a hug right now.
Handsome, eh? Sensitive is good also. We can work around the tobaccophage bit, though.
This is actually not too far from the truth, Thinksnow! and thanks…I think?
I firmly believe that mnemosyne and Mnementh are really two beautiful anemone, maybe oh, purple and pink. They are attached to the rocks in a beautiful tropical cove.
The water is turquoise blue.
Oooh, CalMeacham, sounds like your’s and PepperMill’s place is the place to be since folks are always stopping by and dropping beers off. Shoot, I can’t get folks to drop no beers off at my place, just the far too infrequent bottle of single malt Scotch. If I’m ever up your neck of the woods, I’d love to stop by and meet you and PepperMill. I’ll even bring you a bottle of wine. What kind of wine do you drink? I don’t like sweet wines, but I do like most other whites (Sauvignon Blanc, Chardonnay, Semillon, Pouilly Fuisse?) and reds (Merlot, Cabernet Sauvignon, Pinot Noir). I don’t think I’ve ever had mead before, though. What’s the difference between beer and mead? And Cal, I’m not a diminutive fairy. [giggle] I wonder what’s got folks thinking I am?
I thought of some more folks.
I believe I get really good vibes from Ginger of the North. She just sounds like she’d be A LOT OF FUN to hang with.
I believe I’d like to sit down and talk philosophy with Francesca. Mind you, I don’t know shit about philosophy, but I think we’d have so much fun that somehow that wouldn’t matter.
I believe I’d like to go ballroom dancing with Gartog.
I believe I’d DEFINITELY like to go dancing with Collounsbury.
Having met ExTank, I can not tell you how funny, and disturbing, this statement is.
Actually, you’re not too far off. I’ve done some S/M, B/D-type stuff. Nothing too out there, and I don’t go for auto-erotic asphyxiation while masturbating (see Hutchence, Michael or Strickland, David). But there’s some sort of power in submission. Like I said, I don’t get too out there. Usually just handcuffs and stuff. But I like being told what to do. There’s power in submission.
Mead is “honey wine”, made from fermented honey + water + yeast. Not like beer at all. Actually, there’s a whole class of underappreciated beverages of that type, using honey and fruit juices. Pepper’s made some very interesting experiments. (Some companies simply mix honey into existing white wine and call it “mead”. But it ain’t.)
I like all sorts of white wine, especially Chardonnay. I also have a soft spot for native American “foxy” wines, like Niagara. This drives Pepper Mill crazy, since she thinks they’re all too sweet.
“celestina” just sounds too much like “Thumbelina” or “ballerina” for you not to be a diminutive imp.
…I believe jr8 is getting to close to the truth about me…
(If you find jr8 naked in the woods, with a crazed expression and gibbering about “the Black Goat With a Thousand Young” don’t say I didn’t warn you.)
I believe Superdude is neither super nor a dude.
I’ll be damned, thinksnow, you’re absolutely right:
I believe screech-owl is really Lady Polgara the Sorceress. She shape-shifts to a great snowy owl. I believe my synapses aren’t firing right because it took me so long to make this connection.
I’ve seen pictures of someone in Montana having to, on a daily basis, shovel eight feet of snow off the roof of his cabin to keep it from caving in. I believe this is thinksnow. (Those conditions, what the hell else COULD one think?)
I believe Vestal Blue is making very good money from doing those Intel commercials.
I believe that rjung is prjonounced “rung” and he’s just trjyimng to do the samne thimng with everjybody’s "r"s that Mnenmenth is doimng with "m"s.
Lindy, you don’t know the half of it!
Oh baby oh baby!
Big? <looks down> Check.
Hairy? Well, not especially.
Superhero? <opens shirt to reveal blue spandex top with ‘K’ emblazoned upon it> Yup!
I believe it’s been way too long since I was able to post on this board. Man, I missed you guys!!!
I believe that ‘hunky’ is about one of the nicest things anyone’s ever called me.
I believe Scylla is about my favorite poster on the board.
I believe jarbabyj was a real hellion as a kid and used to tie her bedsheets in knots so she could sneak out the window to meet boys.
I believe celestina is one of the most garrulous and friendly people I’ve had the pleasure of emailing.
I believe that hardygrrl is actually the wrestler Chynna in cognito.
I believe it should be time for another game of Calvinball sometime soon. 