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Keep your stupid questions to your stupid self.

Started by MedeoPlusPlus, August 07, 2003, 12:41:31 AM

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chaosgraves:agentoferis

*Putting the cuffs on Medeoplusplus*

Do you know your rights?!?!?
Constitution?!?!? Isn't that a D&D stat.

Irreverend Hugh, KSC

*stabs the previous poster and stabs the next poster simultaneously*
"Time for the tin-foil hats, girls and boys!"

gnimbley

How long has this ... *ouch* ... been going on?

Irreverend Hugh, KSC

What does "tauta epoieite autoi" mean?
"Time for the tin-foil hats, girls and boys!"

B23.77


saint aini

Mary: Let me ask you something.
[Grabs his hand]
Mary: Why are you alive?
John Preston: [Breaks free] I'm alive... I live... to safeguard the continuity of this great society. To serve Libria.
Mary: It's circular. You exist to continue your existence. What's the point?
John Preston: What's the point of your existence?
Mary: To feel. 'Cause you've never done it, you can never know it. But it's as vital as breath. And without it, without love, without anger, without sorrow, breath is just a clock... ticking.

Irreverend Hugh, KSC

Who could ever figure that one out?
"Time for the tin-foil hats, girls and boys!"

saint aini

Why shouldn't I be insane?
Mary: Let me ask you something.
[Grabs his hand]
Mary: Why are you alive?
John Preston: [Breaks free] I'm alive... I live... to safeguard the continuity of this great society. To serve Libria.
Mary: It's circular. You exist to continue your existence. What's the point?
John Preston: What's the point of your existence?
Mary: To feel. 'Cause you've never done it, you can never know it. But it's as vital as breath. And without it, without love, without anger, without sorrow, breath is just a clock... ticking.

Irreverend Hugh, KSC

Does the Free Market demand it?
"Time for the tin-foil hats, girls and boys!"

saint aini

Why shouldn't the free market demand a pound of flesh?
Mary: Let me ask you something.
[Grabs his hand]
Mary: Why are you alive?
John Preston: [Breaks free] I'm alive... I live... to safeguard the continuity of this great society. To serve Libria.
Mary: It's circular. You exist to continue your existence. What's the point?
John Preston: What's the point of your existence?
Mary: To feel. 'Cause you've never done it, you can never know it. But it's as vital as breath. And without it, without love, without anger, without sorrow, breath is just a clock... ticking.

Irreverend Hugh, KSC

Who can tell that one?
"Time for the tin-foil hats, girls and boys!"

saint aini

Where in Michigan can I walk around an art museum wearing only strappy heels?
Mary: Let me ask you something.
[Grabs his hand]
Mary: Why are you alive?
John Preston: [Breaks free] I'm alive... I live... to safeguard the continuity of this great society. To serve Libria.
Mary: It's circular. You exist to continue your existence. What's the point?
John Preston: What's the point of your existence?
Mary: To feel. 'Cause you've never done it, you can never know it. But it's as vital as breath. And without it, without love, without anger, without sorrow, breath is just a clock... ticking.

Irreverend Hugh, KSC

"Time for the tin-foil hats, girls and boys!"

saint aini

Quote from: Irreverend Hugh, KSCWhere is Kalamazoo?
When does the train leave for Kalamazoo and Timbuktoo?
Mary: Let me ask you something.
[Grabs his hand]
Mary: Why are you alive?
John Preston: [Breaks free] I'm alive... I live... to safeguard the continuity of this great society. To serve Libria.
Mary: It's circular. You exist to continue your existence. What's the point?
John Preston: What's the point of your existence?
Mary: To feel. 'Cause you've never done it, you can never know it. But it's as vital as breath. And without it, without love, without anger, without sorrow, breath is just a clock... ticking.

Irreverend Hugh, KSC

Do you know where the decomposing horse's head is?
"Time for the tin-foil hats, girls and boys!"