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This thread has put some really big plus signs in your favor, notloki.

++ okayness in notloki's favor.

notloki, is your English actually fine and you're just trying to avoid stylographic attacks on your anonymity?

Yes.

English get better, English get worse.

Can get all the way good. 

I softened shtick but still need crutch to avoid habits.

That didn't take long.

They can never wait to blow their load.

My wife agree.

It is race, can't help i just always win.

ETA: It is surprisingly hard to stop doing the Generalissimo once you begin.

tried google "Laugh til you can't stop screaming"
only result: http://www.principiadiscordia.com/forum/index.php?topic=36013.5

if i dig deep enough in all sections its called that?

i'm sorry

new posting style.

hope its less annoying.

i think that or my bad joke offended you.

not my intention.

Your friend,
notloki

I like, very Eris!

Get the fuck away from me.

OK.

I no mean to cause trouble, if shtick annoy I stop shtick ok?

Other than that I'll stay out of your threads.

I'm sorry.

Your friend,
notloki

I see why he hate me. I giggle when other would scream.

Well, that didn't last long.  Fuck off.

You say Roger hate me.  I wrong?  Or bad joke make mad?

I sorry my friend, I not mean offend.

Your friend,
notloki

I like, very Eris!

I sorry my friend, I not try rub it in.

Can wiggle in seat and wave arms like loon to good music?

Dance not require feet, wiggle dance fun too! 

notloki like headbang, wish had longer hair.

Hope robot legs to you ASAP!  Download program and dance like pro instantly!

Your friend,
notloki

It inspired by my original reply to Hoopla get eaten by that error.
(is why new IP displayed on it)

Easy, bro.  We haven't even hit Halloween yet.

The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious thread of forgotten posts,
While I nodded, nearly sleeping, suddenly there came a beeping,
As of some one gently creeping, beeping to grab attention most.
`'Tis some spag,' I muttered, `beeping to grab attention most -
Only a spag, trying to boast.'

Ah, distinctly I did glean, that it wasn't even Halloween,
As so succinctly told to me by one of my favorite host.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From the site surcease of sorrow - sorrow for my burnt toast -
For the forgotten and overcooked bread that became my toast -
Nameless for the rest of post.

And the silken sad uncertain clicking of each of my keys sticking
Thrilled me - filled me with the urge to bring a noob to roast;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some spag beeping to grab attention most -
Some late spag beeping to grab attention most; -
Only a spag, trying to boast,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' thought I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I will toast;
But the fact is I was sleeping, and so gently you came creeping,
And so faintly my computer beeping, beeping so I could see your post,
That I scarce was sure I heard it' - here I clicked upon the post; -
Connection lost, no route to host.

"Twas the night before Christmas"

Twas the night before Christmas, so I was pissed off,
all my shit was quiet, not even a mouse to scoff.
Big fucking socks, were nailed to my wall,
because my stupid children thought St Nick would fill them all.

Those little fuckers, I'd already sent to bed
so that they would be asleep while their mom gave me head.
After we both came, we settled down to sleep,
my wife was out right away while I lay there counting sheep.

When out on my lawn there arose such a noise,
that I sprang from my bed, to yell at my boys.
Away to the window, I flew like a flash,
pissed off and exhausted, and ready to bash.

The moon on the breast, of the new fallen snow,
gave lustre to the bullshit happening below.
When what, to my bloodshot eyes should appear
but a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

And worse, the driver, with his huge fucking ass
left big goddamn gouges all over my grass.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
waking my children he called them by name.

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

I ran to the chimney cause I knew what to do,
I'd heard of this bastard and how his sleigh flew.
As footsteps echoed down from the roof
I knew he had landed and here came the proof.

My kids had woke up and ran down to see
as a red coated intruder came down the chimney.
I hoisted my shotgun and took that fuck down,
because bitch this is Florida and we Stand Our Ground.

This supposed to be new thread not reply.

I sorry.

Your friend,
notloki

not making excuses for creepo just wonder.

maybe click stupid pop up from porn website while drunk?

then pop up take drunk to bad website?

or no