I seemed to have inhaled a form of an herbal cigarette and with it went a couple of delicious beerz and by doing so I'm feeling rather prophetic and and pious and preachy.
Confess your sins and I shall grant you penance so that you shall be forgiven.
Her Highness and High Reverend Kaousuu, ESQ.
1st Temple of Our Lady of Perpetual Confusion, Providence, SPoK.
Canonizer of St. Richter of the Sphincter
Bless me father fat balding 40-something guy, for I have sinned.
I keep wanting to send $1 to complete strangers on the internet.
Quote from: Suu on November 11, 2009, 04:11:28 AM
I seemed to have inhaled a form of an herbal cigarette and with it went a couple of delicious beerz and by doing so I'm feeling rather prophetic and and pious and preachy.
Confess your sins and I shall grant you penance so that you shall be forgiven.
Her Highness and High Reverend Kaousuu, ESQ.
1st Temple of Our Lady of Perpetual Confusion, Providence, SPoK.
Canonizer of St. Richter of the Sphincter
Bless me Kaousuu, for I have sinned. I didn't do anything wrong today. :sad:
Quote from: Mangrove on November 11, 2009, 04:13:16 AM
Bless me father fat balding 40-something guy, for I have sinned.
I keep wanting to send $1 to complete strangers on the internet.
You must go forth and think about why you haven't try to scam them out of their money sooner.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 11, 2009, 04:14:49 AM
Quote from: Suu on November 11, 2009, 04:11:28 AM
I seemed to have inhaled a form of an herbal cigarette and with it went a couple of delicious beerz and by doing so I'm feeling rather prophetic and and pious and preachy.
Confess your sins and I shall grant you penance so that you shall be forgiven.
Her Highness and High Reverend Kaousuu, ESQ.
1st Temple of Our Lady of Perpetual Confusion, Providence, SPoK.
Canonizer of St. Richter of the Sphincter
Bless me Kaousuu, for I have sinned. I didn't do anything wrong today. :sad:
For your absolution, you must drive a goat and a fire hose across the border in a Chevy Nova.
Forgive me, for I have committed the sin of sloth: I forgot to visit my wrath upon my congregation today, and I took a nap instead.
I also confess that I have allowed myself to be treated as a disposable friend by someone I liked and trusted, and done so without either bringing the wrath or simply walking away. I intend to rectify that, by the walking away bit. I confess that I've been a fucking idiot for quite some time now, and put myself in this position through nobody's fault but my own. I confess that I fucking hate just about everyone, and when I suddenly realize that one of the few people I don't hate views me as an annoying puppy, I confess that this fills me with a level of sudden indifference that is difficult to articulate.
Quote from: Cainad on November 11, 2009, 04:24:43 AM
Forgive me, for I have committed the sin of sloth: I forgot to visit my wrath upon my congregation today, and I took a nap instead.
The sin of Sloth doesn't fuck around. For this, you must stripped naked of your clothes this weekend at the larp, and while St. Cramulus or St. Richter as my witness, you will perform Modern Major General from the Pirates of Penzance 16 times. If you do not comply, the gauntlet, ala Barry Lindon.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 11, 2009, 04:26:49 AM
I also confess that I have allowed myself to be treated as a disposable friend by someone I liked and trusted, and done so without either bringing the wrath or simply walking away. I intend to rectify that, by the walking away bit. I confess that I've been a fucking idiot for quite some time now, and put myself in this position through nobody's fault but my own. I confess that I fucking hate just about everyone, and when I suddenly realize that one of the few people I don't hate views me as an annoying puppy, I confess that this fills me with a level of sudden indifference that is difficult to articulate.
The indifference that you feel comes as a sign that you can't yourself to truly hate these people as much as you wish. It's showing a struggle between a sliver of love and the Darkside of the Force. Without knowing the whole story, it's hard for me to direct you down the right path, so I will simply say, "Do what must be done, Lord Vader."
I confess that now that I'm single, I'm going to be jerking off to weirder things.
No, weirder.
...weirder.
Quote from: Suu on November 11, 2009, 04:32:08 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 11, 2009, 04:26:49 AM
I also confess that I have allowed myself to be treated as a disposable friend by someone I liked and trusted, and done so without either bringing the wrath or simply walking away. I intend to rectify that, by the walking away bit. I confess that I've been a fucking idiot for quite some time now, and put myself in this position through nobody's fault but my own. I confess that I fucking hate just about everyone, and when I suddenly realize that one of the few people I don't hate views me as an annoying puppy, I confess that this fills me with a level of sudden indifference that is difficult to articulate.
The indifference that you feel comes as a sign that you can't yourself to truly hate these people as much as you wish. It's showing a struggle between a sliver of love and the Darkside of the Force. Without knowing the whole story, it's hard for me to direct you down the right path, so I will simply say, "Do what must be done, Lord Vader."
Naw, I even hate the people I like, at least some of the time. This person just ceased existing, is all.
Quote from: Cramulus on November 11, 2009, 04:32:53 AM
I confess that now that I'm single, I'm going to be jerking off to weirder things.
No, weirder.
...weirder.
Keep jerking! Jerk until you shoot powder!
Ohhh, grand princess from the island of filth, i query you for forgiveness, for my sin is of falling constantly to my inner troll and making snappy posts that waste the precious interweb of our gracious Lord Al Gore hath given us!
Quote from: Cramulus on November 11, 2009, 04:32:53 AM
I confess that now that I'm single, I'm going to be jerking off to weirder things.
No, weirder.
...weirder.
Dude. Two words. Copromesis pron.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 11, 2009, 04:34:10 AM
Quote from: Suu on November 11, 2009, 04:32:08 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 11, 2009, 04:26:49 AM
I also confess that I have allowed myself to be treated as a disposable friend by someone I liked and trusted, and done so without either bringing the wrath or simply walking away. I intend to rectify that, by the walking away bit. I confess that I've been a fucking idiot for quite some time now, and put myself in this position through nobody's fault but my own. I confess that I fucking hate just about everyone, and when I suddenly realize that one of the few people I don't hate views me as an annoying puppy, I confess that this fills me with a level of sudden indifference that is difficult to articulate.
The indifference that you feel comes as a sign that you can't yourself to truly hate these people as much as you wish. It's showing a struggle between a sliver of love and the Darkside of the Force. Without knowing the whole story, it's hard for me to direct you down the right path, so I will simply say, "Do what must be done, Lord Vader."
Naw, I even hate the people I like, at least some of the time. This person just ceased existing, is all.
I don't think you hate as much as you should. Hate moar.
Quote from: JohNyx on November 11, 2009, 04:40:12 AM
Ohhh, grand princess from the island of filth, i query you for forgiveness, for my sin is of falling constantly to my inner troll and making snappy posts that waste the precious interweb of our gracious Lord Al Gore hath given us!
There is only one solution.
hxxp://mysticwicks.com
Quote from: Suu on November 11, 2009, 04:40:42 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 11, 2009, 04:34:10 AM
Quote from: Suu on November 11, 2009, 04:32:08 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 11, 2009, 04:26:49 AM
I also confess that I have allowed myself to be treated as a disposable friend by someone I liked and trusted, and done so without either bringing the wrath or simply walking away. I intend to rectify that, by the walking away bit. I confess that I've been a fucking idiot for quite some time now, and put myself in this position through nobody's fault but my own. I confess that I fucking hate just about everyone, and when I suddenly realize that one of the few people I don't hate views me as an annoying puppy, I confess that this fills me with a level of sudden indifference that is difficult to articulate.
The indifference that you feel comes as a sign that you can't yourself to truly hate these people as much as you wish. It's showing a struggle between a sliver of love and the Darkside of the Force. Without knowing the whole story, it's hard for me to direct you down the right path, so I will simply say, "Do what must be done, Lord Vader."
Naw, I even hate the people I like, at least some of the time. This person just ceased existing, is all.
I don't think you hate as much as you should. Hate moar.
Oh, I can do that. Oh, yes. I shall reach heights of hate that will make Paul of Tarsus look like Mr Rogers.
Just not with this person. This person will never again get the time of day from me.
But yeah. More hate. I'm on it.
Quote from: Suu on November 11, 2009, 04:41:46 AM
Quote from: JohNyx on November 11, 2009, 04:40:12 AM
Ohhh, grand princess from the island of filth, i query you for forgiveness, for my sin is of falling constantly to my inner troll and making snappy posts that waste the precious interweb of our gracious Lord Al Gore hath given us!
There is only one solution.
hxxp://mysticwicks.com
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Quote from: Suu on November 11, 2009, 04:29:41 AM
Quote from: Cainad on November 11, 2009, 04:24:43 AM
Forgive me, for I have committed the sin of sloth: I forgot to visit my wrath upon my congregation today, and I took a nap instead.
The sin of Sloth doesn't fuck around. For this, you must stripped naked of your clothes this weekend at the larp, and while St. Cramulus or St. Richter as my witness, you will perform Modern Major General from the Pirates of Penzance 16 times. If you do not comply, the gauntlet, ala Barry Lindon.
:lulz: But it's so cold... I may have to take the gauntlet to avoid embarrassment.
BEHOLD YOUR ORACLE
(http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a356/theonlyang/Mobile%20Uploads/Image0118.jpg)
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lol I look underwater. These thinks become more apparently while under the influence. Also, I bought a few things at Walgreens an hour ago I just remembered. Fortunately none of them are perishable.
Quote from: Cainad on November 11, 2009, 04:53:59 AM
Quote from: Suu on November 11, 2009, 04:29:41 AM
Quote from: Cainad on November 11, 2009, 04:24:43 AM
Forgive me, for I have committed the sin of sloth: I forgot to visit my wrath upon my congregation today, and I took a nap instead.
The sin of Sloth doesn't fuck around. For this, you must stripped naked of your clothes this weekend at the larp, and while St. Cramulus or St. Richter as my witness, you will perform Modern Major General from the Pirates of Penzance 16 times. If you do not comply, the gauntlet, ala Barry Lindon.
:lulz: But it's so cold... I may have to take the gauntlet to avoid embarrassment.
I never said it had to be
outside. But it has to be in front of a group no smaller than 5.
Forgive me Suu for I have sinned. I have been too nice to my stepford wife coworkers at preschool. I fear this will cause them to think they can 'convert me' to their lifestyle.
Quote from: Sparkley Pink Shit on November 11, 2009, 05:02:12 AM
Forgive me Suu for I have sinned. I have been too nice to my stepford wife coworkers at preschool. I fear this will cause them to think they can 'convert me' to their lifestyle.
I say conform and work as an insider. Report back with the results.
Please forgive me Kaousuu, I have made an arse and a half of myself in my short time here. How may I Repent for my Dumbfuckery and other stupid thread-jacking activities?
Yes Ma'am!
:evil:
Quote from: KopyKat253 on November 11, 2009, 05:09:40 AM
Please forgive me Kaousuu, I have made an arse and a half of myself in my short time here. How may I Repent for my Dumbfuckery and other stupid thread-jacking activities?
KYS, FTB.
Quote from: Suu on November 11, 2009, 05:11:23 AM
Quote from: KopyKat253 on November 11, 2009, 05:09:40 AM
Please forgive me Kaousuu, I have made an arse and a half of myself in my short time here. How may I Repent for my Dumbfuckery and other stupid thread-jacking activities?
KYS, FTB.
OIC. Straight to discordian hell for me then.
:cheers:
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 11, 2009, 04:40:25 AM
Quote from: Cramulus on November 11, 2009, 04:32:53 AM
I confess that now that I'm single, I'm going to be jerking off to weirder things.
No, weirder.
...weirder.
Dude. Two words. Copromesis pron.
okay I confess I had to look it up
and the top google hit is our forum
and the post is this:
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 22, 2009, 03:33:37 AM
http://i476.photobucket.com/albums/rr126/TGRR/Unreal.jpg <---- TOTALLY ABSOLUTELY NOT SAFE FOR WORK. OR ANYWHERE ELSE.
In related news, click it. It's shiny.
:cramstipated:
Quote from: Cramulus on November 11, 2009, 05:18:57 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 22, 2009, 03:33:37 AM
http://i476.photobucket.com/albums/rr126/TGRR/Unreal.jpg <---- TOTALLY ABSOLUTELY NOT SAFE FOR WORK. OR ANYWHERE ELSE.
In related news, click it. It's shiny.
:cramstipated:
FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! :walken: Why did I click?!
I know better than to click on that link, I know what's waiting for me.
Forgive me, Suu, for I have not sinned.
I woke to help my father move heavy shit about his yard and do laundry and cook a fast meal to get to work barely on time so I could type type type for eight hours and come home to do the dishes and fold the laundry and water my plants to make sure they're fed because I'm a good housekeeper even if I'm living alone it's shiny in here to prepare for the guests I won't be having but I can't visit them either because my car is all borked and I don't know why but it's a money sink and I can't afford to replace it but I don't want to keep throwing wads of cash into it because it's got 173,246 miles and the jobs are too expensive for that kind of mileage and none of this is usually a problem because I drown it in coffee but today I decided to withdraw to let my brain suffer from shrinking capillaries which were alleviated only by the medicine of an apple that's out of season now so brief a season so lovely a fruit that doesn't taste the same from that bin in the supermarket all shiny with shellac to look as tasty as the colorful wrapper of the leftover Halloween candies I'm keeping in my freezer to dip into for some small bit of pleasure in between bottles of hard cider and the last of the dwindling Oktoberfest supply that acts as a reminder of that brief season to pad our summer levity before the harsh cold claws of winter rip our minds apart with its abusive lack of sunlight further filtered by thick curtains hung to keep the meager heat inside to not run up the bills so steep so as to prevent us from life's other unfortunate necessities like the car so wasted beneath its tiny hull to get us to a job where we type type type for eight hours in between the petty tasks to support a life we can't let age beneath the layer of dust that we know is our own dead skin cruelly settling itself about us to clean lest it remind us that this wasted flesh will eventually cease to renew which is a comforting thought when juxtaposed against all the rest of it.
Forgive me, Suu, for my complaint because I'm one of the lucky ones.
Forgive me, Suu, for my life because I did not wrest it from manipulative others.
Forgive me, Suu, for that single sentence and forgive Squiddy for mentioning run-ons in another thread and bringing it to pass.
Forgive me, Suu, for blaming Squiddy on my misdeeds.
Forgive me, Suu. :wink:
Forgive me, Suu.
I mean, just in general.
Forgive me Suu for I don't believe in the concept of sins. Or confessing to them. Or absolution or any of that bullshit. Only time I'd confess to anything is if I was caught red handed and they offered me a reduced sentence for a plea of guilty. I done plenty of fucked up shit in my time and I don't feel guilty about any of it. I had a fkin great time and if I had the chance I'd do it all over again only this time I'd prolly do even more shit that lesser men would feel the need to confess about. :evil:
Suu, forgive the other people for what they've doen to deserve me.
I have imbibbed a great volume of thermonuclear vindaloo with rice and veggies of questionable freshness, and pacified it's fire with several ginger and rum drinks, and a measure of my dubious home brew. I currently have a capsacin laced biochemical power hammer in my lower GI tract. I drove helter skelter to work to avoid soiling my pance, and ripped off a crap that was so EPIC I swore a cherubim with a sense of humor and an amp played a power chord to accompany it.
I only regret that I left my half - carved Inquisatorial rosette at home. I would hold it forth and pronounce vehement Ex Diabolus as I expel the golgothan.
Forgive me Suu, I missed this thread and did not respond until your moment of grace had passed.
I AM A BAD MONKEY.
BAD MONKEY NO LEARN?
Quote from: LMNO on November 11, 2009, 02:18:53 PM
BAD MONKEY NO LEARN?
No, I never learn. It's become a bit of a joke, in some parts. I do the same stupid shit over and over again, and I am constantly surprised when the results are the same. I feel like a NASCAR driver that keeps wondering why he only makes left turns, and who has people who like to watch him race, but don't actually want to hang out in the pit with him.
Actually Rog, that doesn't sound like you. Honest.
Everything all right in the Wastelands?
I'm not high anymore. :|
But I will still answer confessions.
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on November 11, 2009, 06:48:38 AM
Forgive me, Suu, for I have not sinned.
I woke to help my father move heavy shit about his yard and do laundry and cook a fast meal to get to work barely on time so I could type type type for eight hours and come home to do the dishes and fold the laundry and water my plants to make sure they're fed because I'm a good housekeeper even if I'm living alone it's shiny in here to prepare for the guests I won't be having but I can't visit them either because my car is all borked and I don't know why but it's a money sink and I can't afford to replace it but I don't want to keep throwing wads of cash into it because it's got 173,246 miles and the jobs are too expensive for that kind of mileage and none of this is usually a problem because I drown it in coffee but today I decided to withdraw to let my brain suffer from shrinking capillaries which were alleviated only by the medicine of an apple that's out of season now so brief a season so lovely a fruit that doesn't taste the same from that bin in the supermarket all shiny with shellac to look as tasty as the colorful wrapper of the leftover Halloween candies I'm keeping in my freezer to dip into for some small bit of pleasure in between bottles of hard cider and the last of the dwindling Oktoberfest supply that acts as a reminder of that brief season to pad our summer levity before the harsh cold claws of winter rip our minds apart with its abusive lack of sunlight further filtered by thick curtains hung to keep the meager heat inside to not run up the bills so steep so as to prevent us from life's other unfortunate necessities like the car so wasted beneath its tiny hull to get us to a job where we type type type for eight hours in between the petty tasks to support a life we can't let age beneath the layer of dust that we know is our own dead skin cruelly settling itself about us to clean lest it remind us that this wasted flesh will eventually cease to renew which is a comforting thought when juxtaposed against all the rest of it.
Forgive me, Suu, for my complaint because I'm one of the lucky ones.
Forgive me, Suu, for my life because I did not wrest it from manipulative others.
Forgive me, Suu, for that single sentence and forgive Squiddy for mentioning run-ons in another thread and bringing it to pass.
Forgive me, Suu, for blaming Squiddy on my misdeeds.
Forgive me, Suu. :wink:
Your penance is to move out of New Bedford and start being a little less normal. The Crown Principality of Kaousuu is now accepting applicants for peerage positions. Inquire within.
Quote from: LMNO on November 11, 2009, 02:34:10 PM
Actually Rog, that doesn't sound like you. Honest.
Everything all right in the Wastelands?
Not really, but I've been whimpering enough in this thread already.
Quote from: Richter on November 11, 2009, 01:44:38 PM
Suu, forgive the other people for what they've doen to deserve me.
I have imbibbed a great volume of thermonuclear vindaloo with rice and veggies of questionable freshness, and pacified it's fire with several ginger and rum drinks, and a measure of my dubious home brew. I currently have a capsacin laced biochemical power hammer in my lower GI tract. I drove helter skelter to work to avoid soiling my pance, and ripped off a crap that was so EPIC I swore a cherubim with a sense of humor and an amp played a power chord to accompany it.
I only regret that I left my half - carved Inquisatorial rosette at home. I would hold it forth and pronounce vehement Ex Diabolus as I expel the golgothan.
AGAIN?!
Take a lesson from Roger on this one. For the next hellacious round, begin a chorus of your favorite operatic classic, the more potentially religious the better. Perhaps a Christmas Carol? I recommend Oh Holy Night.
Quote from: LMNO on November 11, 2009, 02:17:19 PM
Forgive me Suu, I missed this thread and did not respond until your moment of grace had passed.
Your loss.
Uh...
10 Rosaries.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 11, 2009, 02:23:25 PM
Quote from: LMNO on November 11, 2009, 02:18:53 PM
BAD MONKEY NO LEARN?
No, I never learn. It's become a bit of a joke, in some parts. I do the same stupid shit over and over again, and I am constantly surprised when the results are the same. I feel like a NASCAR driver that keeps wondering why he only makes left turns, and who has people who like to watch him race, but don't actually want to hang out in the pit with him.
SWEEP THE LEG, JOHNNY. NO MERCY.
Quote from: Suu on November 11, 2009, 03:16:35 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 11, 2009, 02:23:25 PM
Quote from: LMNO on November 11, 2009, 02:18:53 PM
BAD MONKEY NO LEARN?
No, I never learn. It's become a bit of a joke, in some parts. I do the same stupid shit over and over again, and I am constantly surprised when the results are the same. I feel like a NASCAR driver that keeps wondering why he only makes left turns, and who has people who like to watch him race, but don't actually want to hang out in the pit with him.
SWEEP THE LEG, JOHNNY. NO MERCY.
O, the temptation is strong. :lol:
I may not be the best spiritual adviser when it comes to revenge. Just sayin'.
Quote from: Suu on November 11, 2009, 03:16:35 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 11, 2009, 02:23:25 PM
Quote from: LMNO on November 11, 2009, 02:18:53 PM
BAD MONKEY NO LEARN?
No, I never learn. It's become a bit of a joke, in some parts. I do the same stupid shit over and over again, and I am constantly surprised when the results are the same. I feel like a NASCAR driver that keeps wondering why he only makes left turns, and who has people who like to watch him race, but don't actually want to hang out in the pit with him.
SWEEP THE LEG, JOHNNY. NO MERCY.
I was not expecting that reference.
I am now cleaning up nose-sprayed coffee.
Quote from: LMNO on November 11, 2009, 03:30:12 PM
Quote from: Suu on November 11, 2009, 03:16:35 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 11, 2009, 02:23:25 PM
Quote from: LMNO on November 11, 2009, 02:18:53 PM
BAD MONKEY NO LEARN?
No, I never learn. It's become a bit of a joke, in some parts. I do the same stupid shit over and over again, and I am constantly surprised when the results are the same. I feel like a NASCAR driver that keeps wondering why he only makes left turns, and who has people who like to watch him race, but don't actually want to hang out in the pit with him.
SWEEP THE LEG, JOHNNY. NO MERCY.
I was not expecting that reference.
I am now cleaning up nose-sprayed coffee.
My work here is done.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 11, 2009, 04:26:49 AM
I also confess that I have allowed myself to be treated as a disposable friend by someone I liked and trusted, and done so without either bringing the wrath or simply walking away. I intend to rectify that, by the walking away bit. I confess that I've been a fucking idiot for quite some time now, and put myself in this position through nobody's fault but my own. I confess that I fucking hate just about everyone, and when I suddenly realize that one of the few people I don't hate views me as an annoying puppy, I confess that this fills me with a level of sudden indifference that is difficult to articulate.
That is the complete suck.
I've had that happen before, and it's weirdly much worse than having a fight. Just being suddenly made... irrelevant in the life of someone you actually bothered caring about. Kinda going through that right now with Boots.