...alright, this is just getting stupid. I'm gonna go smoke a beer.
This conversation on the dinner table's getting boring... can this get any worse?
Still waiting for someone to break him free...(... Starting to prefer watching the paint dry. That at least has some interesting patterns.)
Suddenly I'm... still rotating Fallen London in my mind even though I've stopped actively playing it.*Hears another troper complaining about Trump not doing enough about corona*
I can't even carry a bag of onions without hearing that orange man's name. What gives?
Edited by SkyCat32 on Apr 8th 2020 at 1:15:00 PM
No really, it's plain and simple. Nirvana trumps Puddle of Mudd ANY DAY. I hope Wes... whoever gets that virus. It'll make his voice sound better.
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Thumped for bad opinion (because I can): Despite what you may believe, Weeb, Mudd is better than Adofai. And that’s a fact.
Hop on Pokémon Infinite FusionWhy can't someone help me carry these onions, instead of yapping about Robert Frost's poetry or whatever?
Robert Frost apparently wrote a poem called fire and ice, but I assume the next - I mean previous - poster will make a different reference.
Edited by SkyCat32 on Apr 23rd 2020 at 4:21:39 AM
I don't listen to music so all I have to say about this argument is that it's exactly like fire and ice. That's a terrible metaphor. Oh, hush.
Suddenly I'm... still rotating Fallen London in my mind even though I've stopped actively playing it.bump
I don't know what the big deal is about this mud puddle thing about a girl. I can barely hear you while the 1991 version of "Lithium" is blaring through my headphones, and I'm carrying a sack of onions.
This is the backwards thread. Pretend I'm responding to you
Edited by SkyCat32 on Apr 29th 2020 at 10:04:46 AM
Okay, Jake, the lounge is over here. I need to carry these onions that ~Baisteach foisted on me into the kitchen.
Edited by SkyCat32 on Jun 17th 2020 at 8:31:33 AM
Yo, Sky, imma need you to cook these onions I'm making a bacon salad
One day you're here, baby / And then you're gone.....

*walks in* Hey, does anyone know why...
...
... The hell are you doing to that salad?
Suddenly I'm... still rotating Fallen London in my mind even though I've stopped actively playing it.