Get 'im, Eddie! Get 'im so hard!
"I can't imagine what Hell will have in store, but I know when I'm there, I won't wander anymore."If I were a pretty guy (if I were pretty), I'd rather have her front against myself.
edited 3rd Dec '10 9:52:26 PM by TParadox
Fresh-eyed movie blogI am saying. I'll drop all this work crap, buy a ticket on my own dime, come over there and jack his shit right up.
Name and an address. You can be quiet after that.
Goal: Clear, Concise and WittyI'm sorry Janitor, that is hard.
You guys.
Dump the networks!Lucky guess.
I've been told that just because there are more than one possible interpretations of a string does not mean choosing an obviously wrong one is funny.
Mathematics Is A Language.Janitor: Well hang in there is the best I can do over the net. Not much comfort. I am not even sure what has made you sad.
I am cluesless and tired. Mr T master of math nice to meet you I hope to bump into you in the fora in other areas.
I am done with work no more patrols that means its home time folks so later.
Who watches the watchmen?If there is anybody on the planet who deserves more...
Okay, now I am getting really pissed.
Goal: Clear, Concise and WittyHang in there Janitor. I guess.
You got some dirt on you. Here's some more!I am feeling bad for my fellow Koontz bitch. Considering social lubrication. I will bite ankles, if necessary, Janitor.
"Let your religion be less of a theory and more of a love affair."Speaking of pissed, how drunk is Fast Eddie?
Dump the networks!Drunk enough to triple post and mention lust apparently.
You got some dirt on you. Here's some more!Couldn't sleep, back now. 7 pages later...
Hug, Janitor? Sorry if I poked a sore spot earlier. I didn't mean to.
The snow has stopped for now, here. About 3 inches on the ground, and every horizontal or within 30 degrees of horizontal surface. I figure I have maybe ten minutes before the pupdog realizes I am up and decides that he must go outoutoutout.
Edit: Over-estimated by roughly nine minutes.
edited 3rd Dec '10 10:12:09 PM by Madrugada
...if you don’t love you’re dead, and if you do, they’ll kill you for it.Drunk enough to jack up this dork higher than he thought was possible.
Goal: Clear, Concise and WittyNot too horrendously so, yet. Usually I judge by how short his replies are and within how many multiple posts. When he gets to quintuple posting of five word sentences, speaking only to himself, then I start missing you something fierce.
"Let your religion be less of a theory and more of a love affair."On a scale from 1 to drunk, my guess would be 3 mogglins.
Mathematics Is A Language.<Envelopes Janitor in a warm protective aura generated from a life time of love and admiration./>
Goal: Clear, Concise and WittyThat drunk, huh?
Dump the networks!@8542: That sounds about right. It's good to have you back C Trombley.
And I misspoke about the snow. It has not in fact, stopped. It has changed to tiny sand-like particles of snow, sifting gently down as though some cosmic being were sifting powdered sugar onto the world in preparation for a cosmic tea party.
edited 3rd Dec '10 10:20:32 PM by Madrugada
...if you don’t love you’re dead, and if you do, they’ll kill you for it.Easily.
Goal: Clear, Concise and Witty...I want snow.
月を見るたび思い出せMaddy is getting poetic. There is a whole bunch of drunk up in here tonight.
Goal: Clear, Concise and Witty^^ Wait, that's bad. "Sifting" and "cosmic" both twice in the same sentence? No.
...if you don’t love you’re dead, and if you do, they’ll kill you for it.Not even listening to any denials.
Goal: Clear, Concise and Witty
Dude has been fucking with my Primary Friend's heart. Fixin' to raise up on that asshole. Give me an address.
Goal: Clear, Concise and Witty