This just made me laugh my ass off.
Blue circle turn green…NOW
I brought my laptop to bed with me so I can hear when I have mail. This thread is set to alert with every post. 
NAF, are there gonna be any leftovers? I’m hungry.
He’s online…
Since midnight I’ve watched some episodes of CSI (series 6 part 1 just came out over here) and played some Civ 4. 
Now I’m defragmenting my other computer - which quite frankly is not interesting. :smack:
If this keeps up, I might see the dawn… :eek:
Autolycus has been swinging on that rope for what seems like hours now, strangling oh-so-slowly. He’s turning blue. His legs are kicking!
C’mon, even if you don’t care about us, you could at least put him out of his misery.
FWIW, I dunno if you would have convinced pimaspinner or not, but depending on the results, I will address your defense in detail, in light of his results in the morning, as we should not be strategizing at this time.
That said… I wasn’t expecting a full vote count before I got home… wow.
The full count was, I think, irrelevant. The 12 hour window has closed now anyway.
Dinner was quite tastey thanks for asking. Made some chow mein, lots of veggies and chicken, but…no leftover. Sorry pimma.
Ok, that isn’t what you are all here for.
Let see, back in Doperville:
*
The town was quite frantic. Had pimma given them the keys to defeating the mafia AND the SK? Yesterday had worked out so well that they decided to waste no time finding out. Their sights were leveled on the town drunk, and part time mob impersonator Autolycus. Auto had been a controversial figure in the town before, but now it seemed he might be more. Could it be, was he the Godfather of the mafia? The town, in an unprecedented fit of mass agreement grabbed Autolycus and strung him up by the neck. Then they found out the truth…*
Autolycus- Citizen
is dead.
The night will end at 6pm on saturday or as soon as all the night votes are in.
Hope all of you night owls get some rest. See ya in the morning!
Shit.
Damn. Sorry, Autolycus.
Dammit!
Sigh.
RIP Autolycus
The Curse is back.
And so to bed.
Son of a mother!
Well crap.
Crap…I’s needs mes some beers.
At least I don’t look like an idiot for defending him.
R.I.P. Auto.
Well. Shit in a basket.
Dammit. I need to stop getting so worked up. Don’t feel like hitting the bar tonight…