So, I PM The Mgt, WOMP Twid, Write some utter crap

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Hey. I did it for science.

[Pæs]

Fuck. The Mgt is online. I'm going out for a while.

[Pæs]

The Mgt    03:13:07 PM    Viewing the topic So, I PM The Mgt, WOMP Twid, Write some utter crap.

[EK WAFFLR]

That went better than expected.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Gotta change my profile picture.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Done. hit refresh!

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Done. hit refresh!

Nice.

[EK WAFFLR]

Done. hit refresh!

HAHAHAHHA

[EK WAFFLR]

God damn it I'm bored.
I'm tempted to write a fake diary of a madman and forgetting it on the train.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

God damn it I'm bored.
I'm tempted to write a fake diary of a madman and forgetting it on the train.

I don't know what it's like in Trondheim or Hammerfest or wherever, but it's a shite day in Boston. I can understand the feeling. You want to do something but the fucking rain. You want to think of something cool, but the fucking rain. There's an idea in the back of your head but the fucking rain.


Rain? This is fucking New England, in December.

I should be outside shoveling, fighting against the snow in vain because it's still coming.

No. Just gross rain.

I don't want snow either. But I would be happy with dry and freezing. At least it would mean that shit's not out of whack.

[EK WAFFLR]

I'm outside Oslo. And it's 2:45 in the morning.
And I feel my creative juices flowing.
But I cannot seem to get ANYTHING done, except cleaning my kitchen.

[ñͤͣ̄ͦ̌̑͗͊͛͂͗ ̸̨̨̣̺̼̣̜͙͈͕̮̊̈́̈͂͛̽͊ͭ̓͆ͅé ̰̓̓́ͯ́́͞]

God damn it I'm bored.
I'm tempted to write a fake diary of a madman and forgetting it on the train.

I don't know what it's like in Trondheim or Hammerfest or wherever, but it's a shite day in Boston. I can understand the feeling. You want to do something but the fucking rain. You want to think of something cool, but the fucking rain. There's an idea in the back of your head but the fucking rain.


Rain? This is fucking New England, in December.

I should be outside shoveling, fighting against the snow in vain because it's still coming.

No. Just gross rain.

I don't want snow either. But I would be happy with dry and freezing. At least it would mean that shit's not out of whack.

Quit being a pussy.

I felt like riding a few miles over to my friend's house the other night in very cold rain.

So I did. Even after lifting heavy boxes all day in a giant refrigerator.

Net,
will confiscate the balls of the next person who whines about rain.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

God damn it I'm bored.
I'm tempted to write a fake diary of a madman and forgetting it on the train.

I don't know what it's like in Trondheim or Hammerfest or wherever, but it's a shite day in Boston. I can understand the feeling. You want to do something but the fucking rain. You want to think of something cool, but the fucking rain. There's an idea in the back of your head but the fucking rain.


Rain? This is fucking New England, in December.

I should be outside shoveling, fighting against the snow in vain because it's still coming.

No. Just gross rain.

I don't want snow either. But I would be happy with dry and freezing. At least it would mean that shit's not out of whack.

Quit being a pussy.

I felt like riding a few miles over to my friend's house the other night in very cold rain.

So I did. Even after lifting heavy boxes all day in a giant refrigerator.

Net,
will confiscate the balls of the next person who whines about rain.

Fuck you Net.

Twid,
about to post in Horrorology about rain except Villager will have my balls if I don't go to bed soon.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

God damn it I'm bored.
I'm tempted to write a fake diary of a madman and forgetting it on the train.

I don't know what it's like in Trondheim or Hammerfest or wherever, but it's a shite day in Boston. I can understand the feeling. You want to do something but the fucking rain. You want to think of something cool, but the fucking rain. There's an idea in the back of your head but the fucking rain.


Rain? This is fucking New England, in December.

I should be outside shoveling, fighting against the snow in vain because it's still coming.

No. Just gross rain.

I don't want snow either. But I would be happy with dry and freezing. At least it would mean that shit's not out of whack.

Quit being a pussy.

I felt like riding a few miles over to my friend's house the other night in very cold rain.

So I did. Even after lifting heavy boxes all day in a giant refrigerator.

Net,
will confiscate the balls of the next person who whines about rain.

The rain is leaking into my basement and making my entire house smell  like 102-year-old cat pee.

[ñͤͣ̄ͦ̌̑͗͊͛͂͗ ̸̨̨̣̺̼̣̜͙͈͕̮̊̈́̈͂͛̽͊ͭ̓͆ͅé ̰̓̓́ͯ́́͞]

God damn it I'm bored.
I'm tempted to write a fake diary of a madman and forgetting it on the train.

I don't know what it's like in Trondheim or Hammerfest or wherever, but it's a shite day in Boston. I can understand the feeling. You want to do something but the fucking rain. You want to think of something cool, but the fucking rain. There's an idea in the back of your head but the fucking rain.


Rain? This is fucking New England, in December.

I should be outside shoveling, fighting against the snow in vain because it's still coming.

No. Just gross rain.

I don't want snow either. But I would be happy with dry and freezing. At least it would mean that shit's not out of whack.

Quit being a pussy.

I felt like riding a few miles over to my friend's house the other night in very cold rain.

So I did. Even after lifting heavy boxes all day in a giant refrigerator.

Net,
will confiscate the balls of the next person who whines about rain.

The rain is leaking into my basement and making my entire house smell  like 102-year-old cat pee.

That's just nasty.

It's a little different than allowing the rain and snow to interfere with having a good time.