And the board dies.
What the cock?
Is it just because it's 40 minutes to midnight here in the Communist Paradise known affectionally as Fortress Europa?
I feel a very creative fart coming and I want to listen to Skrewdriver and Kill Baby Kill while farting.
:argh!:
Or Kill TGRR
Im at work for another hour and a half. It gets tedious trying to post from my phone (especially typing out those lyrics) and i cant see pics on my dumbphone. I wont be back at my laptop for at least another two to three hours. Sorry dude.
Oh, it wasn't directed at you. Just at the board in general.
There was more life here than I've seen since I first joined just before I started spamming, that's all.
I'm spending my vacation in Florida driving my parents crazy while cutting fabric in the dining room. Sorry.
Quote from: Suu on December 27, 2011, 10:29:51 PM
I'm spending my vacation in Florida driving my parents crazy while cutting fabric in the dining room. Sorry.
I hope it's the fabric of the universe. I want underwear made of that.
Oh i know. I imagine that people also have xmas burnout. I do. But i am going to make an attempt to post more while im at work anyway to keep it lively. I just might get frustrated with it and maybe get laconic.
Quote from: Waffle Iron on December 27, 2011, 10:32:04 PM
Quote from: Suu on December 27, 2011, 10:29:51 PM
I'm spending my vacation in Florida driving my parents crazy while cutting fabric in the dining room. Sorry.
I hope it's the fabric of the universe. I want underwear made of that.
It's a Byzantine tapestry faux samite that is NOT acetate.
Close.
Quote from: Suu on December 27, 2011, 10:37:39 PM
It's a Byzantine tapestry faux samite that is NOT acetate.
Close.
Aww. But I want to bend the Space-Time Continuum with my junk.
Quote from: Nph. Twid. on December 27, 2011, 10:32:05 PM
Oh i know. I imagine that people also have xmas burnout. I do. But i am going to make an attempt to post more while im at work anyway to keep it lively. I just might get frustrated with it and maybe get laconic.
I'd be apathetic if I wasn't so lethargic. Or something.
Rectum.
Quote from: Waffle Iron on December 27, 2011, 10:22:50 PM
And the board dies.
What the cock?
Is it just because it's 40 minutes to midnight here in the Communist Paradise known affectionally as Fortress Europa?
I feel a very creative fart coming and I want to listen to Skrewdriver and Kill Baby Kill while farting.
:argh!:
Or Kill TGRR
You really PM'd The Mgt?
:lol:
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on December 27, 2011, 10:48:03 PM
You really PM'd The Mgt?
:lol:
I do as I'm told by Holy Men™.
Subject line: TGRR Sent me.
I did a few weeks ago but nothing happened. I didnt complain about anything though. Maybe now ill do it again and complain about lack of response.
Quote from: Nph. Twid. on December 27, 2011, 10:50:12 PM
I did a few weeks ago but nothing happened. I didnt complain about anything though. Maybe now ill do it again and complain about lack of response.
Not seeing much here either, except that the forum has stopped telling me that there have been made new posts.
That happened to me too. Forum went dead. Lol.
Anyway started getting restless at work so i said fuck it to the extra hour.
As though THE MGT just sits around waiting for you spags to send a PM.
The payback for your impudence will be a thing of legend.
Quote from: Fuck You One-Eye on December 27, 2011, 11:02:44 PM
As though THE MGT just sits around waiting for you spags to send a PM.
The payback for your impudence will be a thing of legend.
It can't be worse than General Zod.
You better tip toe, you better not fly,
You better kneel low, or you're going to die,
General Zod is coming to town.
He's making a list, it's long as hell,
Bringing ruin to the House of El,
General Zod is coming to town.
Merry KneelbeforeZodmas!
Hey. I did it for science.
Fuck. The Mgt is online. I'm going out for a while.
The Mgt 03:13:07 PM Viewing the topic So, I PM The Mgt, WOMP Twid, Write some utter crap.
:x
That went better than expected.
Gotta change my profile picture.
Done. hit refresh!
God damn it I'm bored.
I'm tempted to write a fake diary of a madman and forgetting it on the train.
Quote from: Waffle Iron on December 28, 2011, 01:27:55 AM
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.
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.
Quote from: Areola Shinerbock on December 28, 2011, 01:39:23 AM
Quote from: Waffle Iron on December 28, 2011, 01:27:55 AM
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.
Quote from: Net on December 28, 2011, 06:18:44 AM
Quote from: Areola Shinerbock on December 28, 2011, 01:39:23 AM
Quote from: Waffle Iron on December 28, 2011, 01:27:55 AM
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.
Quote from: Net on December 28, 2011, 06:18:44 AM
Quote from: Areola Shinerbock on December 28, 2011, 01:39:23 AM
Quote from: Waffle Iron on December 28, 2011, 01:27:55 AM
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.
Quote from: Nigel on December 29, 2011, 12:45:13 AM
Quote from: Net on December 28, 2011, 06:18:44 AM
Quote from: Areola Shinerbock on December 28, 2011, 01:39:23 AM
Quote from: Waffle Iron on December 28, 2011, 01:27:55 AM
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.
Quote from: Net on December 29, 2011, 08:11:33 PM
Quote from: Nigel on December 29, 2011, 12:45:13 AM
Quote from: Net on December 28, 2011, 06:18:44 AM
Quote from: Areola Shinerbock on December 28, 2011, 01:39:23 AM
Quote from: Waffle Iron on December 28, 2011, 01:27:55 AM
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.
As a good Portlander, I know that it's not the rain itself... it's the specific and horrible ways in which the rain interferes with one's quality of life.
Being outside in the rain? Not a problem. I do it to escape the smell.
I always wonder about people who don't want to go hiking just because it's rainy. WTF? This is Portland, are you not going to enjoy one of the most beautiful places on earth except for the 60 sunny days a year? Pish!
Also, someone should tell the n00bs that umbrellas won't help them, they'll just make people pity them for trying.
Also, what is with raincoats??? What are these people, from Sacramento or something? RAINCOATS??? Someone should send out a memo. There is one piece of protective gear that you wear when it is raining, and that is a hoodie. Not a scarf, not a raincoat. A fucking hoodie. That is as much protection as you need. If it's very cold, then a wool coat, a hat, and a scarf. This
raingear business is for beginners and bike commuters.