Gnome Matter
#53
Posted 09 April 2008 - 12:35 AM
What should I bring to our little party?
#55
Posted 09 April 2008 - 08:08 AM
Where I'm from, teabagging is where you drop your balls into someone's mouth in order for them to suck on them. What a mouthful
#56
Posted 09 April 2008 - 09:13 AM
Jeremiah, on Apr 9 2008, 09:08 AM, said:
Where I'm from, teabagging is where you drop your balls into someone's mouth in order for them to suck on them. What a mouthful
Uh...yeah, only here it's standing on a dead person and crouching. It's supposed to mean that you owned them and they are your property. I banned someone for doing it once.
And you guys still don't know where I live.
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I shat a bottle of rope.
I shat a bottle of rope.
#57
Posted 09 April 2008 - 09:52 AM
I'll make sure to bring decent beer. As for hand cuffs, I think I'll bring the steel police style instead of the fur lined bondage style, easier to clean afterwards.
Sponge Tom: Teabagging, it's not just for dead people.
Sponge Tom: Teabagging, it's not just for dead people.
#58
Posted 09 April 2008 - 11:21 AM
Manta, on Apr 9 2008, 02:52 PM, said:
Sponge Tom: Teabagging, it's not just for dead people.
I knew I wasn't doing it wrong!
#59
Posted 10 April 2008 - 03:38 PM
You guys couldn't do this because you couldn't survive seeing me in real life. Look at my photo:
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That's actually not a photo, but a portrait done by a professional. It's not even one-fiftieth complete, because the sight of my face killed him shortly after he began. And it's even worse now that I have acne.
You'd walk right into my room, shine the flashlight to find me, and that's it. You can't feel anything, or see anything except a bright light that keeps getting closer and closer...
You arrive at the gates of heaven, and right before you walk to the lobby to check-in, you look back down, and see the world. Nothing is dark anymore. You stop in your tracks, and look for my room. Somehow, it zooms in to exactly what you were thinking. You intend to see what or who exactly killed you, and if the others are still there. You don't see them, but you look over a bit, and see me, still sleeping. Your soul's eyes see my face.
Everything is now dark...forever. You spirit has been killed.
[attachment=6247:Ghengas###ler.jpg]
That's actually not a photo, but a portrait done by a professional. It's not even one-fiftieth complete, because the sight of my face killed him shortly after he began. And it's even worse now that I have acne.
You'd walk right into my room, shine the flashlight to find me, and that's it. You can't feel anything, or see anything except a bright light that keeps getting closer and closer...
You arrive at the gates of heaven, and right before you walk to the lobby to check-in, you look back down, and see the world. Nothing is dark anymore. You stop in your tracks, and look for my room. Somehow, it zooms in to exactly what you were thinking. You intend to see what or who exactly killed you, and if the others are still there. You don't see them, but you look over a bit, and see me, still sleeping. Your soul's eyes see my face.
Everything is now dark...forever. You spirit has been killed.
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I shat a bottle of rope.
I shat a bottle of rope.
#62
Posted 11 April 2008 - 12:58 AM
AAAAAAANNNNNAAAAAAAL BEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAADS
[1:50] anti: " Don't forget the sunglasses, its like a gun on your face"
/Fiesta Grande\
/Fiesta Grande\
#63
Posted 11 April 2008 - 07:21 AM
Sponge Tom, on Apr 10 2008, 08:38 PM, said:
You guys couldn't do this because you couldn't survive seeing me in real life. Look at my photo:
Ghengas###ler.jpg
That's actually not a photo, but a portrait done by a professional. It's not even one-fiftieth complete, because the sight of my face killed him shortly after he began. And it's even worse now that I have acne.
You'd walk right into my room, shine the flashlight to find me, and that's it. You can't feel anything, or see anything except a bright light that keeps getting closer and closer...
You arrive at the gates of heaven, and right before you walk to the lobby to check-in, you look back down, and see the world. Nothing is dark anymore. You stop in your tracks, and look for my room. Somehow, it zooms in to exactly what you were thinking. You intend to see what or who exactly killed you, and if the others are still there. You don't see them, but you look over a bit, and see me, still sleeping. Your soul's eyes see my face.
Everything is now dark...forever. You spirit has been killed.
Ghengas###ler.jpg
That's actually not a photo, but a portrait done by a professional. It's not even one-fiftieth complete, because the sight of my face killed him shortly after he began. And it's even worse now that I have acne.
You'd walk right into my room, shine the flashlight to find me, and that's it. You can't feel anything, or see anything except a bright light that keeps getting closer and closer...
You arrive at the gates of heaven, and right before you walk to the lobby to check-in, you look back down, and see the world. Nothing is dark anymore. You stop in your tracks, and look for my room. Somehow, it zooms in to exactly what you were thinking. You intend to see what or who exactly killed you, and if the others are still there. You don't see them, but you look over a bit, and see me, still sleeping. Your soul's eyes see my face.
Everything is now dark...forever. You spirit has been killed.
Stop godmoding.
Sundered Angel,
The One and Only
Ares Webboard Moderator, and all-around Nice Guy
The One and Only
Ares Webboard Moderator, and all-around Nice Guy