In the year 2525, nobody posting here shall be alive.
The year is 2260. The place: Deep Space 9
edited 22nd Jan '12 8:12:10 PM by WhoNeedsSleep
We can dance to the radio station That plays in our teethI hate cats
If you wanna PM me, send it to my mrsunshinesprinkles account; this one is blorked.Friendship detected. Firing the Orbital Hate Cannon
Tropers watching moviesAll our acid are belong to you.
OMNIA RESOLVITUR DIALECTICEedited 27th Jan '12 6:21:16 AM by gamerex27
"USE YOUR WORDS NOT THE FABRIC OF THE UNIVERSE" ''memyselfand I 2"Six seasons and a permanent cancellation
Curse your sudden but inevitable hug
We can dance to the radio station That plays in our teeth\*inhale*
YAY!!!
she her hers hOI!!! i'm tempe"I've got a fever, and the only prescription is bed rest and lots of water."
I hope you get tiny bits of eggshell in all your omelettes for the rest of your life!His plan is to Take Over the World!
OF COURSE... NOT. It is to get some money, thats all.
I’m a lumberjack and I’m ok. I sleep all night and work all day.So yocto fast!
she her hers hOI!!! i'm tempeKnock knock.
Piss off.
Give the world the best you have and you will get kicked in the teeth. Give the world the best you have anyway.You can handle the truth just fine.
Game Over NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I’m a lumberjack and I’m ok. I sleep all night and work all day.Sugar and spice, and everything nice, those were the primary exports of pre-modern India.
When in Rome, let them watch Zena have sex and die. Literally.
"The Horn of Protection is here for you, Timmy!" - Hank the Super Cheese Loving Rhino Guard from Fairly Odd Parents
It's not a football, luigi. It's a stone. And you were the one who made it.