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At 3/22/06 02:45 PM, 2ndPrize wrote: In a mustache duel with Freddie Mercury you'd be dead before you hit the ground.

You don't think I know that!?

(slap)

We are not strong enough yet! We must defeat more weaker moustaches first. Yes, more must fall by our hand.

There can be only one!

At 3/22/06 02:09 PM, TropicalPenquin wrote:

This is how he went to the bar

I'm a ruby red, not a rose red! Get it right!

At 3/22/06 01:43 PM, -Transmute- wrote: Comb it, it likes that.

It likes collapsing people's lungs with karate chops more.

At 3/22/06 01:33 PM, Seizure_Dog wrote:

Might this be a gay bar perhaps?

Please. There aren't any gay bars in my town. I'd have to go all the way to Vancouver for that hot twink action.

You
I wanna take you to a gay bar
I wanna take you to a gay bar
Gay bar
Gay bar

At 3/22/06 01:05 PM, Kirajufan wrote: pics?

WHO DARES SUMMON THE MOUSTACHE!?

At 3/22/06 01:23 PM, Peacekid wrote: ..Your e-friends.

1. One of them is a stalker.

Kewl beans.

2. One of them will want to have sex with you.

I wish someone wanted to have sex with me :(

3. One of them want to kill you.

I want to kill someone too. The circle of life goes on.

4. Girl e-friends do not exsist. Only robot and their AI.

Don't exist? But...who was that I saw last night? A ROBOT!

5. ( for dudes) If all your e-friends are guys, you are gay.

MORE ROBOTS!

10. E-FRIENDS ARE YOUR E-FRIENDS.

Obviously.

At 3/22/06 12:19 PM, McPaper wrote: The perry bible fellowship is cooler.

HEAR HEAR!

Fuck yeah! I'm going to go out to the bar tonight. You know who's coming with me? MY MOUSTACHE! That's fucking who. We're going to get fucked up on Long Islands and Jager Bombs because we just don't give a fuck. Me and my 'stache are going to be a big deal. Not just a big deal, we are going to be HOT SHIT. We are going to be the hottest shit. We are going to be a huge flaming pile of hot shit!

We're going to roll up onto that shit in my dad's new Cadillac, and people are going to fucking know. Me and the moustache are going to wak right past security, and right up to the bar to get our first drinks of the night. One for me, and one for my fucking moustache!

Before we even finish, what's this? That little honey looked in my general direction! Either she wants to take home me, my moustache, or she wants to fucking fight! But me and the moustache know, one way or another, she's getting her ass beat! Me and the 'stache move our way right up next to this chick and lay down our best mack.

"I don't mean to brag, but I can jump really high."

Me and the moustache take a breather after crashing and burning. And by breather, I mean go back to bar and get more drinks. By this point, my moustache has had way too many to drink, and wants to fuck someone up. I'm more than happy to back up the 'stache, but I know in my head that I'm going to be the one who does most of the fighting.

Of course my moustache picks the biggest, baddest looking motherfucker in the whole bar (next to ourselves of course), and proceeds with his taunting.

Me and my moustache head back to the Cadillac damaged, but not discouraged. My moustache doesn't apologize for what happened, and if he did, I'd kick his ass anyway. It's al part of being the wolf, the leader, the alpha male. You have to accept the challenges. Even if it means having your ass handed to you and your moustache.

We'll get 'em next time 'stache. We'll get 'em next time.

At 3/20/06 02:31 PM, lordofchaos42591 wrote: Have any of you ever had any similar experiences or been injured in the line of braces?

If you need braces at all you're bound to get some discomfort or pain out of them at some point or another. But it's worth it once you finally get them off.

$4000 dollar smile, and I didn't pay a cent mother-bitches.

Excuse me while I kill myself.

I'm an idiot. Here's the picture

I got the idea from here.

The game works the same way as the chinese whisper game, but with photos. One person takes a picture of an assortment of random objects, then the other people try and take a picture that is as close as possible to the original.

Normally, this would encompass e-mailing the previous picture to the next person, and seeing how far from the original you can get at the end. But I thought a free-for-all might be interesting as well.

The starting image is random, but if this goes well, I might start another round of games with themes.

Rememer to think of the details. Seeing if you can actually get everything is part of the fun.

<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v68
2/_Manman_/4ce9a3b4.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket">Start here.

You don't need it, because men should never have to go down anyway.

You only get to make four topics every 24 hours. You know that, right?

Stop wasting topics on fanboy babble.

Are you here about the job? God, good. Come on in.

Have a seat right there. Did you bring a resume with you? Great.

Why does it smell like...oh God. What is this?

I'm...just going to put this over here. Yeah.

Anyway, tell me a little about yourself, your previous jobs, what you do in your spare time.

Are there any what? Microphones? Are you serious? No, no there aren't any microphones.

Look, just tell me about where you worked before.

A what? Slaughterhouse? I didn't even know we had one of those in town. Really? You made what? Hu-fu? What's that?

It's what!? Good lord, that's disgusting! How do you sleep at night?

Oh GOD! And the head is right there with you!? I'm going to be sick.

No, no I think I've heard enough. ou're just not what we were looking for. If a position opens up that's more your...skill level, we'll let you know.

Yep, sure. We'll let you know. Goodbye.

Hello, police? Yeah there was a guy in here not even five seconds ago.

Yeah! He looked like...

Oh, you're back. Did you forget something?

Phone? I wasn't phoning anyone. I just accidentally knocked it off the hook.

What are you doing...get out of here...the...the police are going to get you! They're on the way here right now! You'll never get away with this! Miss Jenkins! Avenge my death! Avenge my death!

AAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!

Link

Now crazy stalking has become wireless!
The idea is: if you see a celebrity walking around the streets of Manhattan, you bust out your wireless Internets and send the info about when and where to the nice people over at Gawker.com. They immediately update their site, posting the info you sent on their main stalker page.

Now, I'm not a big fan of celebs. I think they deserve to get whatever comes to them, be it bad or good. But this is just shitty. It basically gives everyone the potential to be either a member of the paparazzi, or a psycho stalker.

Not even two hours ago, Rob Thomas was at Saks.
Hulk Hogan and his daughter were also at a News Corperation building on West 47th street.

It's just not cool to do this to anyone, no matter who it is.

I smell sexual harassment suit.

At 3/16/06 07:51 PM, -MuTe_EcHo- wrote: Many people think that by just working out you will get all the muscles.but thats only partly true.If you dont eat enough then the body wont put on muscle because the body needs nutrients to support the muscle.

Protien is needed to add muscle. And you need to do more than just sit-ups. They generally only work the top four muscle groups that make up the six-pack. True, you'll have a strong stomach, but you'll be left with a ponch. You have to do pike sits or leg-lifts to get the bottom muscle groups.

Close, but I prefer:
"Everything's comin' up Milhouse!"

At 3/16/06 06:47 PM, arab_freak wrote: Not to be onjectionary or anything, but how do you explain dreams of my dead father? He comes around from time to time and gives "advice" to random family members.

We didn't discuss ghost or anything like that. I don't really believe in ghosts anyway, but they would put a real kink in the theory.

But then again, ghost would put a kink in just about anything you ever learned about the world.

I just had a very interesting discussion about dreams, dying, and the afterlife with one of my nurse friends.

She said that your entire afterlife is determined by what YOU believe the afterlife is going to be like. If you truly think, you're going to hell, then you're going to spend an eternity in a boiling river of acid. If you're sure that you are destined for heaven, that's where you'll wind up.

By heaven and hell she's talking about a dream.

The majority of her theory is based on the timeframes of the firing neurons in your brain. I'm not sure the exact numbers of vocabulary, but what is works out to is takes very little brain time to produce an extremely long subconcious time. Five seconds of firing neurons might produce a dream that seems to last for hours.

Since she recently learned that your brain still fires for around five minutes after clinical death, she believes that this is the brain producing an afterlife. These five minutes of constant brain activity could, in theory, produce an eternity of subconcious activity. This "final dream" as she put it, would be a direct reflection of what you think your afterlife is supposed to be like.

I didn't know exactly what to make of it, but it seems plausible to me. I've heard stranger theories about what happens when we finally kick it.

At 3/16/06 06:20 PM, Etch-A-SketchClock wrote: 5 Bucks says hawthorne heights was a nominee for something.

5 bucks says you watch the entire thing, just to see if you're right.

...to be a prostitute with no lips.

Den of kittens: (noun) - 1. A gathering of nubile young women, found at most social events. Most commonly found in house parties or around bar tables. (see also: foxhole) 2. A 15-pack of Labatt's Wildcat beer. Six or eight-packs are known as "litters." 3. A bunch of baby cats abandoned in a dirt hole.

eg.
1. Heads up brah. Den of kittens, eight 'o clock.
2. So you finished a den of kittens to yourself? Good luck at work tomorrow, idiot.
3. Oh shit! It's an actual den of kittens!

It's like a bittersweet mix of pretzels and vinegar. It delights my sense of taste with its light, yet lingering nature. Robust, yet gentle. Strong, but understanding. Sexy, but with a sense of "I'll kill you if you touch me wrong."

It's like it takes my mouth on a wonderful night of lobster and opera, then demands ass sex. I'll refuse, of course, but your taste insists. "Eating the lobster means you're supposed to let me fuck you in the ass!" It yells. I'll correct it verbally, and go into the bathroom and cry for a while, wondering where this new taste come from. I'll long for the old taste that would walk with me along the beach, and would never dream of raising its voice to me.

I'll hear the knock on the door, and hear the apology that signals to me that everything's okay. I slowly unlock the door, then burst through, into the embrace of your taste. This is the taste I know, the tender taste. We spend the rest of the night lying in bed, thinking about each other, but never daring to speak.

God, the your taste is amazing.

At 3/15/06 06:38 PM, -Steven- wrote: Don't forget your pre-fight confrontation.

Mine would be more along the lines of:

Me - "Are you ready for DOOM?"
HERO - "Yes."
Me - "Really?"
HERO - "Yep."
Me - "...jerk."

You have me e-mailed.

Step 1: Break all your arm- and leg-benders.
Step 2: Have a qualified professional replace said benders with artificial ones.
Step 3: Break it down!

Just practice.

At 3/15/06 06:22 PM, DeadPixels wrote: Psycho Mantis!

If you use controller port two I'm going to be so pissed...

At 3/15/06 06:12 PM, -Steven- wrote: It's not like you'll get to be in a game anytime soon -Manman- actually, you might, I don't know - but you should send me an email detailing how you'd like to work as a boss character in a game.

Did you ever have a Game Boy Camera? If you did, then you know about the scolling space shooter game that was in it. And the floating head guys that were the bosses? I replaced every single one of them with variations of my face. I was blowing myself up for hours.

All your base are belong to my floating head

At 3/15/06 06:03 PM, Dark6 wrote: So what game are you upset about?

The ones that I don't get to be in.

I really want to be a boss :(

I'm going to have a pattern of attacks that at first will make you throw your controller in frustration. But as soon as you learn how to dodge them, I'm easy to defeat.

I'm going to have an obscure sequence of triggers that you must activate prior to actually attacking me. If you make a move before you lower my shields, I'm going to shoot rockets at you!

I'm going to make you just full-on unload your guns at me, using every possible ordinance in your inventory, as well as all your health packs before I am defeated.

I'm going to be so unfairly balanced that it will take you six hours of non-stop attempts before you actually beat me. And when you do, it will be for a crappy ending.