Um... Hi?
You can not go to Utah again after you have eaten Utah and have not eaten.Uh... -adjusts glasses-
Hello again tropers-washes his face-
That was...unexpected.
My MSTing liveblogThank you?
-pukes-
I am bad at picking things.*blushes*
This space for rent. Cost: your soul.^///^
-Vomits-
Um...Thank you?
My MSTing liveblogUmm... *blushes*
I don't know what to say...
edited 16th Jan '11 4:45:49 PM by EarlOfSandvich
I now go by Graf von Tirol.Okay.
I am completely, utterly, and thoroughly done with Sola Sonica and 2DHello to you too
Hello again tropersUm... 0////0... hey, Otaku! -puts hand on cheek-
I now go by Graf von Tirol.What the-
If you wanted sandwich making tips you could have just asked...
edited 16th Jan '11 4:57:16 PM by Bisected8
TV Tropes's No. 1 bread themed lesbian. she/her, fae/faerOh, hey Bisected.
edited 16th Jan '11 4:57:29 PM by LandOfGold
Gargles mouth with bleach
When life gives you lemons, fill the juices up into squirt guns and shoot them at people's eyes.-blushes- Excuse the pun but... 0//////0 it's so sweet...
edited 16th Jan '11 5:00:01 PM by EarlOfSandvich
I now go by Graf von Tirol.^^^ Huh?
Hey! She took my cake!
^ Everything I thought I knew about Americans from Florida just got turned on its head...
edited 16th Jan '11 5:00:04 PM by Bisected8
TV Tropes's No. 1 bread themed lesbian. she/her, fae/faerHuh!? I did not see that coming!(-'_'-)
I'd rather stay friends, though.
edited 16th Jan '11 5:01:26 PM by BlackHoleOfFood
When life gives you lemons, fill the juices up into squirt guns and shoot them at people's eyes.Umm... that's for the cake I've sent you... isn't it?...
edited 16th Jan '11 5:02:15 PM by EarlOfSandvich
I now go by Graf von Tirol.Uh... What?
"You've got your transmission and your live wire, but your circuit's dead." - Media...not sure I know you all that well, but thanks. (returns kiss)
Charlie Stross's cheerful, optimistic predictions for 2017, part one of three.
In the spirit of Everything's Worse With Snowclones, we bring you... yet another silly thread.
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