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No reason to worry, the semester is still young and finals seem such a long ways off. You'll probably just end up worrying enough later (I'm thinking finals, spring semester, third year).

-Pufer

Actually...

Monsterlady!

Did I just miss something?

And yes.. you should make a poll H.

mrxak, on Aug 24 2006, 12:47 PM, said:

I agree with everything this man is saying right now. Complete strangers come up to me and exlaim: "HEY D00D WANT TO PARTEE!!???"

And if we battle over moonie...i'll win

Because you won the ATT logo contest?

Hmm.

Having been here for two weeks I have to say it's not going that way. But maybe the first week doesn't count, having been in marching band all day.

The Apple Cøre, on Aug 26 2006, 01:48 PM, said:

Holy crap, I did? I thought I was in the top 10 or somehting but I didnt know I was the victor. In that case, yes. My sucess in that ndeavor gives me +3 against all races and allows me to absorb 35% of all damage.

Cool, I can go jump off a cliff onto sharp jagged rocks and L337 will take 35% of the damage for me.

Zortrium, on Aug 27 2006, 01:16 AM, said:

Yeah, that was the only bad part. Theres apperently some cleric I can go to who changes the values of the effect to only the damage done to me, but for now its pretty open ended.

That is impressive...

My heart is glad to have to have attracted your attentions...

Even that's impressive.. somehow I came out with multiple attentions. I didn't know I could do that.

Stop it, you two, you're making me giggle in unnatural ways.

That's why I'm not going to stop. I couldn't possibly. You know how I like to make you giggle

Someone add TiJ to the affection list. We may have a new contender

I'm not so much a contender as a....hmm, what am I?

Hahaha.. oh boy....

Yes, that's true.

Hah.. hah.. hahahahahahahahhaha


I'm hysterical!

The Journalist walked into town and, even though nobody in particular noticed his entrance, the townspeople all inexplicably began groping at inflatable sheep. "My kind of place," mused TheJ, "I think I'll like it here in an altogether nominal way."

As he walked down main street, he noticed the preponderance of prickly pear cactus in window planters all along the upper floors of the buildings of the street (of which there were none) and could have been heard noting – that is, if anyone had bothered noticing what he noted while they were busy fondling their inflatable sheep – that he might not have enough custom-sized condoms in his saddle bags for this type of town. He then recalled that he had forgotten his horse in the last town, including his saddle bags, and noted that his custom-sized condom situation had just become rather more severe.

He ducked into the nearest tailor's shop (named, quite notably, "Sonuvabitch Sock Menders and Clothes Thingamajigger Place. Oh Yeah, Custom Crap Also.") to inquire about custom fitting of condoms when he was suddenly caught naked in front of a large crowd of Civil War-era communists from the Lunar Colonies (or at least, so he thought). It turned out that he had merely stepped into a rather large den of inequity, completely devoid of inflatable sheep, with his entire wardrobe still intact on his person (including his rather nice striped scarf). He considered notifying the residents that he really should have walked into a din of inequity rather than a den, but decided that such a comment would surely result in the loss, and possible stomping, of his rather sharp scarf. He set out to find the tailor but, after a solid seventeen days of searching, he came up empty. Finally, in some small amount of despiration, he called out, "Where's Sonuvabitch?"

"###### yourself." was the answer, but he should have and, indeed, had forseen that, so he left minus his left sock for no particular reason. Fortunately, as he stepped through the swinging doors of the Den/Din/Tailor's, he found a custom condom stand that he had previously overlooked. After loading up with his size, he walked down to the local house of ill repute only to find that it had been converted to a house of rather-pretty-good-in-an-altogether-unassuming-manner repute and had a sign announcing its new status as a bed and breakfast out in front. He asked a grizzled old man (who turned out to be a woman) about the demise of the local house of ill repute and was told that it had been purchased by a woman who turned out to be a man from S. Carolina who had enacted the change upon her/his arrival only to be immediately killed off by a number of grizzled old men who were actually women protesting the change. Despite the change in existential status of the owner, the joint continued on in a generally normal way, only keeping it's changed repute ranking in its subsequent incarnation.

Suddenly the abundance of inflatable sheep made sense to TheJ and he inquired the grizzled old man/woman as to the location of inflatable sheep sales establishment in the county, as-it-were. He was told that, while the inflatable sheep factory had been burnt down by righteous economists who had eaten an altogether unsatisfying supper at the local eatery, Gerry, the town drunkard/collectable stamp store store proprietor had a used inflatable sheep for sale and would likely throw it in for free if TheJ were to purchase one of Gerry's collectable stamp stores. "Good thing I purchased those custom-fitted condoms," thought TheJ...

-Pufer

That helped..

You know, the sheer awesomeness of that overshadows the complete lack of continuity of this topic.

That, my friend, is excellent random impromptu storytelling. Have a cookie.

He deserves more than a cookie. Way more.. like a wedding cake. A HUMUNGO wedding cake. And hey! You don't even have to be married..

I want one done about me now

This post has been edited by moonunit4eva: 28 August 2006 - 06:54 PM

So, how go things now?

Pufer still deserves a cake.