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Started by Richter, June 17, 2010, 07:20:30 PM

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Sir Squid Diddimus


Richter

 :lulz: :lulz: :lulz:

:mittens:

EoC, we can only pray that no one will try to opperate one of these while wearing a 3 wolf shirt.  The resulting calamity would certainly level a sheet rock and 2x4 "house" without trouble.
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on May 22, 2015, 03:00:53 AM
Anyone ever think about how Richter inhabits the same reality as you and just scream and scream and scream, but in a good way?   :lulz:

Friendly Neighborhood Mentat

Eater of Clowns

Richter,

Thank you for your most recent of corespondences regarding the three wolf moon shirt individual french press cup maker debacle.  As one might have guessed, my own shirt at the time only contained two wolves and a mere quarter moon.  We can all agree upon the fact that a moon with three wolves in comparison to a half moon with two wolves is only a moderately comparable event.  For instance, tonight my sister and I subjected to my father, for Father's Day as we were told it may be, to a debaucherous day across state lines and frequently straddling the understanding of good taste.  In this very paragraph I've attempt to spell "taste" with a d and a comma, as an example.  Who knows where else I've gone astray.  Perhaps by opening windows commands in that last sentence.  Luckily I delete errors withcerttaintyy.

Indeed, the power of additional moons and wolves strikes me as important.  However, lacking a moon one might imbue strength through what has been hailed as the most wonderful pizza of all time, due to my own prowess with sauce and crust.  In such an instance, where does coffee fall in the grand scheme of life and generations?  I submit very little.  For even a well pressed coffee in such a contraption as the one in question cannot compare with a sauce well spiced with cayenne.

Lacking such guidance from spiritual gurus from principia I found myself at a lacking brewpub in that rhode island town nearby.  They counseled me on beers not to par with those so recommended by fellow board members, specifically in our most recent outing (partially I wish I would not be correcting the spelling errors I'm making every other word right now).  We retired to my apartment for scotch and delicious pizza and ice cream.  My father proclaimed it the best day of all time, so I think that makes me a success right now.

Cheers,
EoC.
Quote from: Pippa Twiddleton on December 22, 2012, 01:06:36 AM
EoC, you are the bane of my existence.

Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 07, 2014, 01:18:23 AM
EoC doesn't make creepy.

EoC makes creepy worse.

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the afflicted persons get hold of and consume carrots even in socially quite unacceptable situations.