Ambrosia Software Web Board: Happy Mother's Day to all in the ATT! - Ambrosia Software Web Board

Since the begining of time, the human race has always wanted to found a way to honor their mothers or fathers. Giving them one day of the year every year was one of these ways. So write a letter (Or email for those of you who don't know what paper is.) to your mother thanking them for all they've done for you. If you can't think of anything to write to them, give them some flowers, or take them out to dinner. But don't forget, it's Mother's Day!

Thanks!

I'm no mother.

Destroyer E, on May 14 2006, 08:32 PM, said:

Actually, according to the DNA tests...

We ran DNA tests?

Yeah, and im pretty sure your my love-child

Wait, I'm adopted?

"But, I love mother!"
Yeah, I nearly broke my back moving heavy objects, but still managed to make dinner.

The Apple Cøre, on May 14 2006, 11:30 PM, said:

If by adopted you mean tenderly spawned from my man-womb then yes.

I think this is a good time to end that train of thought.

At least you didn't close the whole topic.

That comes later. Once it deserves it.

You forget, Avatara is a mere mortal on ATT. Though maybe we should change that if it'd mean we didn't have to talk about L337's man-womb.

Votes for?
Votes against?
Other?

I have reason to believe that the voting machines have been tampered with.

-Pufer

Huh, it seems like they only register votes for "S. Baker".

Yeah, my ballot box only lets me vote for:
"S. Baker is a noob"
"S. Baker has mental problems" and
"S. Baker steals candy from little children"

Are you sure you didn't get the special 'Limited Edition' N. Baker ballot?

Aelran, on May 15 2006, 10:54 PM, said:

Avatara, on May 16 2006, 12:44 PM, said:

Zortrium, on May 16 2006, 03:35 PM, said:

I vote "other" on the limited edition S. Baker.

I forgot what I voted for on the Bakers... probably indie.

What happened to the bakers?

Oh, they're....around....

I get the feeling there was supposed to be some kind of symbolism.

Indeed there is. It applies to the upheaval in the general vicinity of the lands controlled by the lemon-beaver-snake-fish contingent of learned pine cones of a generally cuddly nature in an altogether unbecoming manner that is greatly insulting to all those who enjoy a good bran muffin on Sunday mornings around 10 while they watch the late farm report on television whilst listening to classic radio shows on their shortwave radios purchased at rather a minor expense from the crippled pianist who used to live down the street but now lives just out of town due to complications with his wife's barber's dog-walker who is well known around these parts to have quite a fetish for stumpy fellows wearing bright red fedoras while walking down by the river and tossing small pieces of toasted but stale Jewish rye bread to the mallard ducks who flock to said river often this time of year both for reasons related to weather at the locale in which they originated and due to the yummy small pieces of toasted but stale Jewish rye that is occasionally tossed to them by passerby on their way to get ice cream and turnips at the local grocery store that has recently been rebuilt by the Army Corps of Engineers after the Air Force inadvertantly crashed a large transport plane into the former store leaving quite a mess centered primarilly around the jams and jellies isle where Mr. Flaggenslop had been picking out some nice grape jelly to go with his wife's famous pork bread with bonus corn bran but wound up dead instead. Very sad.

-Pufer

You were right up until the second sentence.