I'd like to think that there are a few people responsible for the age shift that has obviously occurred...

My Mom and Dad.

SWINE FLU, SWINE FLU! EVERYBODY COVER YOUR SPHINCTERS!

If you've honestly never drank before than the first time drinking could make you gag a bit. :c

Awesome- inspiring awe.

So anything that inspires awe is awesome.

Not often at all! It's so much cheaper for my family to just make meals at home, so we maybe go out to eat once every two or three weeks.

An icepick. Vodka, with a small bit of ice, mixed with lime. Or some tequila, both are flavorful.

You know what tastes good and gets your little kiddy-rockets sped up? Coffee. Black, or mixed with sugary shit, coffee is kick. You should ask your mum to make you some should she ever leave my bed.

Everlasting love.

AGREED. I once stole an iphone, put my sim card in it, but decided I wanted my old PDA instead, so I sold it. Hell yah.

How did you do that drunk?

What a boring thread. I mean, sure, that's sad, but what a genuinely boring thread.

Well, it might taste good salted on popcorn...

At 9/28/09 04:44 PM, Obvious-M wrote:

At 9/28/09 04:39 PM, RKthrilla wrote: Mermaids aren't real.

I'll break the news...

How the hell does she piss?

Depends on which half you're fucking.

At 9/28/09 03:26 PM, ArabFreak wrote: This is what it used to look like.

Oh, you sexy motherfucker, you.

I dare you to think outside the box, you sheep. Plenty of great 18th century poets dabbled with psychoactive substances, actually nearly all of the famous ones. If you want to be an intellectual, if you dare to know the other side of your conscious that's locked by your sobriety, just know that "a little learning is a dangerous thing."

Okay, a cadaver with a finely crafted hat?

sounds pretty bland, no thanks.

Wow, she's a babe.

Don't like tobacco, makes me nauseous.

This is something I've asked myself once before too...

I would continue education, probably get a degree in English and Litterature, then when I complete my studies I would retire and just write books and drop acid the rest of my life.

The 80's rocks. Everything from poppy music, flamboyant clothes and casual sex.

At 9/25/09 05:00 PM, SirWolfy wrote:

At 9/25/09 04:57 PM, ParadoxSaint wrote: Good, good, now that we are all known and kin do allow me to oscillate my phallic sword around thine's fleshy bosomy mounds. Ah! Tis not better than shitting itself! O, the ecstasy of this virtue...
[Paradoxsaint exits]

Up yours, good sir.

Hah! Tis not I who will receive in this short sprint of passion. Nay, not unless my gait is severely persuaded by bibulous tenancies. And even whence, I should stab thee in thine own eye with my nectar!

Take but this 'pod and place it upon mine phallus...

[Paradoxsaint continues to masturbate]

I DOTH SEEN THE GHOST!

Good, good, now that we are all known and kin do allow me to oscillate my phallic sword around thine's fleshy bosomy mounds. Ah! Tis not better than shitting itself! O, the ecstasy of this virtue...
[Paradoxsaint exits]

I do say, God damn thee who doesn't flush thy commode after they have soiled it's ceramics. These men deserve none other than a fathom of my phallus in their lids.

My good sir, I hath seen the devil. Who's words so thick they should make the blood curdle once they hit your drums.

Sir, if you are looking for a "game" then I must inform you that you are ill-met by my company for I know not of this "game" of which you speak of in glossolalic tongues; Henceforth I summon my dagger. Speak you, oh phallic serpent! I damn your name!

[Paradoxsaint charges the original poster]

Nay, tis not the virtue of men to contempt murderous deeds, tis the valediction of fools! Tis of a life filled with sham plastic bosoms. And whence thy call upon to summon thy mighty wrath tis but a waste of breath; for thy murderous men must summon upon the miracle herbs to awaken their late friend.

[Horatio exits out the thread]