I'm sorry I didn't get crowned KING OF AMERICA.
I'm also sorry that I forgot to put enough liquid nitrogen in the fucking DEATH RAY so that it blew up and trashed my lab, which is the ONLY REASON that YOU'RE HERE TO READ THIS.
I'm sorry that I miscalculated the tides so that the refugees had to wait SIX FUCKING HOURS before they were all drowned when the sea came in. I should be more punctual about this sort of thing.
I'm incredibly fucking sorry that the "100% guaranteed totally herbal penis enarglement suppositories" not only didn't enlarge your penis, but that the horseshit in the pills was loaded with TETANUS.
And you're not going to believe how astoundingly sorry I am that the aphrodisiac I sold those high school boys for their prom which they dumped in the punch was about 15,000 times stronger than advertised. And was really a laxative.
And I'm sorry about the whole "hanging chad" thing back in 2000, even if nobody but his parents cared.
Also, to tell you the truth, I'm extra sorry about spreading SARS all over fucking Canada. Even if it did almost convince them to legalize marijuana.
And a bunch of other stuff I did back in the day, but won't admit to.
You know what they say...you can't have "tetanus" without "anus."
Quote from: navkat on January 25, 2012, 11:30:56 PM
You know what they say...you can't have "tetanus" without "anus."
And you can't have "slaughter" without "laughter".
<3
If you're King then you have to sort out everyone's bullshit. Including telling them it's bullshit. One of many onerous dingleberries of the "King" gig which are a fucking full tiem problem unless you're good with beheadings. (Because half of the fuckers will come back for more floggings. IT makes them feel VALIDATED)
The Death Ray....
It's mad science. This shit happens. If you're not constantly toeing the line of safety and reliability between "Safe" and "operational", then you're jsut not living the experience.
The rest of it: No you're not. :lulz:
Quote from: Richter on January 25, 2012, 11:35:42 PM
If you're King then you have to sort out everyone's bullshit. Including telling them it's bullshit. One of many onerous dingleberries of the "King" gig which are a fucking full tiem problem unless you're good with beheadings.
That's kind of where I was going.
Like I said a few years ago, Henry VIII was doing it wrong. You don't behead the hotties, you behead the ones that say you can't get a divorce.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 26, 2012, 04:17:28 AM
Quote from: Richter on January 25, 2012, 11:35:42 PM
If you're King then you have to sort out everyone's bullshit. Including telling them it's bullshit. One of many onerous dingleberries of the "King" gig which are a fucking full tiem problem unless you're good with beheadings.
That's kind of where I was going.
Like I said a few years ago, Henry VIII was doing it wrong. You don't behead the hotties, you behead the ones that say you can't get a divorce.
That's rather benevolent, actually...my old man could have used that advice approx 25 years ago.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 26, 2012, 04:17:28 AM
Quote from: Richter on January 25, 2012, 11:35:42 PM
If you're King then you have to sort out everyone's bullshit. Including telling them it's bullshit. One of many onerous dingleberries of the "King" gig which are a fucking full tiem problem unless you're good with beheadings.
That's kind of where I was going.
Like I said a few years ago, Henry VIII was doing it wrong. You don't behead the hotties, you behead the ones that say you can't get a divorce.
Nah. If I ever lose enough brain function to marry again after this divorce bullshit, if it doesn't work out, I will bury the motherfucker where they will not find the body and swear until I am blue in the face that he ran off with an underage rentboy.