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Oracles of Dumb

Started by saint aini, February 27, 2005, 04:51:48 AM

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agent compassion

Who wants peanut butter and venison sandwiches?
With ranch dressing, of course.  8)

'I'll take you out for a meal with Mr. and Mrs. Pain, order up some violent quiche. Do you want some?' - ++++++ Moon


Cain

Quote from: Se?±or LimpioI wanna join too! will there be cookies and pie and flirting?
8)

agent compassion

Quote from: Scribe
Quote from: Se?±or Limpio McStabbyPants McGee
I wanna join too! will there be cookies and pie and flirting?
Cool

I thought he was already under the table with the girls! Or did we lose him in the Battle of the Buffet?

'I'll take you out for a meal with Mr. and Mrs. Pain, order up some violent quiche. Do you want some?' - ++++++ Moon


Cain

Quote from: agent compassion
Quote from: Scribe
Quote from: Se?±or Limpio McStabbyPants McGee
I wanna join too! will there be cookies and pie and flirting?
Cool

I thought he was already under the table with the girls! Or did we lose him in the Battle of the Buffet?

I dont know.  I just felt it was a brilliant quote that needed to be resurrected. :twisted:

LMNO

I proclaim this thread to be hijacked!


Well done, everybody!  Hoist the Jolly Roger!





No, not you, Rog.  You just sit there & look... pretty.

Bella

Yeah, it turned into a great party thread didn't it?
But now my head's feeling kind of fuzzy and I can't find my shoes.

Who spiked that sake with water!?!?
just like in a dream
you'll open your mouth to scream
and you won't make a sound

you can't believe your eyes
you can't believe your ears
you can't believe your friends
you can't believe you're here

LMNO

::takes the opportunity to massage Bella's feet::

Bella

Well, thank you.  :D
Anyone know where I put my coat?
just like in a dream
you'll open your mouth to scream
and you won't make a sound

you can't believe your eyes
you can't believe your ears
you can't believe your friends
you can't believe you're here

LMNO

Coat?  Why, you going somewhere?



::refills Bella's sake glass::

Bella

I thought I'd just run down the street and get some more tequila.
With St Hugh being back and all, we're gonna need a lot more cactus juice.

But that can wait until I drink this glass of breakfast you just poured.
just like in a dream
you'll open your mouth to scream
and you won't make a sound

you can't believe your eyes
you can't believe your ears
you can't believe your friends
you can't believe you're here

LMNO

::continues massage::

Don't worry 'bout that.  I got a "friend" down at the Open Bar...

::pulls a mutable, pulsing ball of light from his pocket::

It's a pet State Vector.  I call him Victor.

Victor!  Case of tequila!


::a flash of light, and a case of 100% agave, single-oak-barrel tequila appears::

saint aini

This post declares the next post to be an oracle of lame.
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.

Cain

Thats nice, but I really dont want or need any titles.

saint aini

::stabs the previous post::
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.

Cain

*Looks to what Hugh did previously, then laughs*