Will the last person to leave PD...

[Anna Mae Bollocks]

Work, houseguests, meh. Nothing people can't get around. 

POST, DAMMIT.

[Dysfunctional Cunt]

I'm slammed at work and internet at home is iffy at best.  I'm not mad, pouting or in flounce mode, just trying to survive.  I've had a couple of things in the works, they just suck...

I have to think it's a lot of life kicking people's asses right now, few of us have had a good summer, most have just tried to live thru it.

[Anna Mae Bollocks]

Once you're out of school and don't get summer vacation and it's just you and weird creepycrawlers coming in the house for moisture and triple digits at fuckin' midnight, summer sucking is a given.

No excuse.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Seriously, once I get settled in, I am in like Flynn. I'm itching to do a rant or two, but don't have the time to think up the right words for them.

That and I want to balance it with meatspace Discordia, which I've also been lagging on. Past couple of weeks its been getting all of my shit ready to go, getting rid of unnecessary shit, spending time with Villager, and making arrangements for where I will be when. And work naturally, but since that's just a given I haven't been terribly concerned about it.

[Jenne]

I'm just running on empty.  I'm lucky if I can find something interesting and post about it or make a pithy comment here or there.

I seriously need a fucking break from my life.  If I'm not doing three things at once, I'm zoning out.

I went to bed at 7 pm last night, before the sun went down, and I woke up dead-ass tired.

[Dimocritus]

Yeah, well, I'm not flouncing from PD, but I'll be looking for a board that people post on, to help pass the slow part of my workday.

I'm still in the process of moving. I'll start posting more in about 5 days.

Ain't here to yell at people.

Some have too many things going on.

A few decided we didn't measure up.

Some started their own boards.

Some might just not have anything to say.

Etc.

But the fact is, this place is deader than Michelle Malkins' frontal lobes.

So, I take it you're not liking my "Surfing USA" series? Fuck, man, at least I'm trying over here.

[Doktor Howl]

Yeah, well, I'm not flouncing from PD, but I'll be looking for a board that people post on, to help pass the slow part of my workday.

I'm still in the process of moving. I'll start posting more in about 5 days.

Ain't here to yell at people.

Some have too many things going on.

A few decided we didn't measure up.

Some started their own boards.

Some might just not have anything to say.

Etc.

But the fact is, this place is deader than Michelle Malkins' frontal lobes.

So, I take it you're not liking my "Surfing USA" series? Fuck, man, at least I'm trying over here.

Oh, yeah, I liked it.

[Dimocritus]

Also, I think I'll leave this here:

I am the last motherfucker out.

But don't expect me to shut out the lights. Nope. Don't expect me to flush the toilet, or tend to the coffee pot, either, because I'm just not going to fucking do it. And don't expect excuses from me, 'cuz She knows I aint got any.

Oh yes, sweetheart, the lights stay on. Because when the anthropologists show up long after our extinction, I want the fucking lights on. I want them to see the rampant insane scrawlings on the walls. I want them to see, and wonder what mad civilization left behind such peculiar hieroglyphs. I want them to marvel at our primitively futuristic society, to see what we have done, what we are responsible for. I want them to see the confusion set into each others faces. I want to see their faces.

But more importantly, the fucking lights stay on so they can locate the source of the terrible stink. I want them to find the toilet, in all its unflushed glory and horror, fit enough even to summon Cthulu himself from it's shit smeared, goatse-like opening. Confusion and awe, that's one thing. But fucking blood-draining fear and loathing... Well, my friends, I don't need to tell you the value of that. The lights stay on.

And, finally, the coffee.

Yeah.

Sufficed to say that after seeing the turlet, they're gonna need it.

[Luna]

 

You've been eating Richter's ghost chili curry again, haven't you?

[Dimocritus]

You've been eating Richter's ghost chili curry again, haven't you?

I'M POOMPING AS HARD AS I CAN!!

[Luna]

You've been eating Richter's ghost chili curry again, haven't you?

I'M POOMPING AS HARD AS I CAN!!

Protip:  The trick isn't to poomp hard, if you've had the ghost chilis inflicted upon you.  The trick is to poomp FAST.

[Richter]

Lune said it.  Crap it out like and autohammer, maybe ricochtting it into the Indian joint next door to soil Aref the Ass's hair.  (He'll still make Donni clean it up.  Goatfucker is too good a word for him.)

Anyhow, somene send an FYI if you do shut down please.  I'd hate to show up expecting to reconnect with everyone after prolonged absence only to find the plce shut and silent, like the old clubhouse back home.  ( I cried alone in the snow for good times and friends lost.  Then i gave the place a proper viking funeral.  As I stood, stoically saluting the flames, they all showed up again and told me, "dude, we were just out to get snacks. WTF?")