I believe you are mistaken.
I firmly believe that the previously mentioned party needs fire trucks and paramedics.
I beleive evilbeth is a sneaky person for posting her news like that. 
I believe iampunha is a lot sexier than he believes.
I believe Verrain is going to make some lucky woman a great husband one of these days.
i believe i’m off the radar. cool.
i believe Esprix tends to skip, run and prance across rooms like a giddy little kid.
i believe geobabe is really cute, but that’s 'cos i saw her picture online.
i believe GuanoLad can outdo me in cynicism, and Manservant Hecubus thinks he can.
I’ll be the judge of that, young man.
Do we now have to make another one of them flirt threads so we can let this one go back to things other than “I believe hardygrrl and Arden Ranger want to have hot sex with me”?
I believe I am in the wrong place. Forget time.
I believe Knighted Vorpal Sword wouldn’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell against me. 
I’m not a granny just yet but not only has he helped me across the road, he grabbed my arm when I fell UP the stairs for the umpteenth time. Perfect gentlman.
I believe that Cranky sits on her front porch wearing a dirty wife-beater tank top and face whiskers, yelling and shaking her fist at all the neighborhood kids.
Even though I know Cranky is a young woman, I believe that she actually is an old man. A very crusty one. With flaky bits.
Only if Bun Bun is really just a docile lop-eared rabbit.
I believe enolancooper makes barrels. Lots and lots of barrels. And fills them with Vaseline. And ships them to various retired FBI agents. Just to weird them out.
A:
Purplebear, in swooning, falls right past his arm, getting up close and personal with the floor. ::Thud!:: “Oooff!”.
B:
Purplebear, caught in his strong right arm, is rushed off to the oasis where the cactus is her friend, after the camel is put to bed. Eat your heart out, Maria!
Knowing your fascination with blades, I figured you’d try to pick the poor guy up and cut someone’s head off with him.
I believe stolichnaya would go well with orange juice.
:eek: And poor purplebear, valiantly attempting to aim for his arms, suddenly realizes that that might not after all be the best place for her; with his nefarious plan to put her with some dastardly cactus.
Umm…I choose B, minus any cacti. Now, my big, strong fella, how about a late night swim in the cool water? :batting my big eyes at him, leaning over showing lots of cleavage:
Ah yes ! I have a lifetime of experience with fallen women. And if they ain’t, they will be by the time I’ve finished with 'em.
Thank you, kabbes for the amusing description - of course, any association between pubs and myself is purely coincidental. Accompany you where, Occifer ?
I believe purplebear is on a car’s rear window sticker with bluebear, greenbear, red bear and yellow bear. And the license plate says “SHAKDNST,” “SUGARMAG,” or perhaps “FURTHER.”
A typical weekend for me.
I believe that jarbabyj was an early 1980’s rapper.
I believe that purplebear is faintly grape-flavored.
I believe that Eutychus is an over-the-counter medication for ear infections.
I believe I get irritated living in a whole other timezone so I only see these threads when they’re already six pages long and have soooo much reading to catch up on
I believe Mnementh is a large bronze dragon…
I got five bucks and some stale Cheetos that says I can outslob you on the slobbingist day of your life.
I just glanced at a GQ thread with a couple of well-named newbies…so, without further ado:
I believe RufusLeaking is all wet.
I believe Slacker is the personal lackey of Bob, the divine drilling equipment salesman.
Hair and Stand Up
This thread was recently brought to my attention. Unfortunately it contains some inaccurate speculation, if I may call it that. I am afraid I have to disabuse the OP of the idea that I have an Afro. For better or worse my recent heritage excludes such and my hair, left in its natural state, is resolutely ruler straight, although it does have a tendency to go hedgehoggish and stick out. I can admit in the interest of full disclosure that once at the start of the 1980s for reasons which remain unclear to this day, I did get a perm, which turned out to be rather afroish. I can only say that at the time this was both fully acceptable at the time (although as I recall so were polyester pants) and relatively positively received, to my face in any case. The experiment was not repeated. I destroyed all known photographic evidence of this and other fashion detours some years ago so I am afraid that you would not find any confirmation of this account.
I may add that I do not like stand up comedy, I have never been to any stand up comedy event or show and have never found any stand up comedy particularly amusing. However blaming bad reception on vodka is not out of character.
Carry on.
This has given me a teribly devious idea.
However, the startling leaps of logic I so often take are due to the following: I think 100 words per minute. I speak 120. I type 45. sigh
I would bang her, then go have a drink with her husband.
So then kabbes tosses off…
[Silence of the Lambs] I’d fuck me.[/Silence of the Lambs]
enolancooper “I believe ERISLOVER will implement a working solution to promote peace in war-torn Northern Ireland…for free. Then, implement the same solution in the Middle East… for a Hundred Billion Dollars (BWA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!).”
:wipes tear from eye: Wait 'til you see what I’ve got in store for the Ruskies.
I believe collounsbury posts on message boards strictly as a devil’s advocate, and reads libertarian works with misty, forward-looking eyes.
I believe Stoid really is a democrat, against all evidence to the contrary.
I believe Wildest Bill can spell, despite all evidence to the contrary.
I believe that erislover truly believes God is a crazy woman since there is no evidence to the contrary.