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I lost the Peace Corps too. I'm A Loser™

Uh, if the Peace Corps was in the hospitals on Deimos Rising, I think I killed them...

He he, war crime. They deserved that.

Hey Sponge Tom. Read this, and then this. Think about it for a while as it'll do you good.

-Pufer

This post has been edited by Pufer: 20 April 2008 - 10:44 PM

Yeah, and then this.

I'd also recommend this.

Pufer, on Apr 20 2008, 10:43 PM, said:

dude3, on Apr 21 2008, 01:41 AM, said:

Mispeled, on Apr 21 2008, 04:15 PM, said:

To distract Tom from reading the rest of this post:
OMG, DEIMOS RISING IS LEET!!!

You know I'd say that those might keep him occupied for a while, but let's be honest. Once he finds the first word with over eight letters his eyes will glaze over, and he'll just leave.

Pufer: Considering the title of yours "MEDITATION" this will happen rapidly.

Dude 3: I'm pretty sure you lost him at "PHENOMENOLOGY".

Mispeled: He'll probably have some trouble listening to that song with his head in the sand and all. Poor acoustics below 3 inches.

(I don't know why I'm in a bad mood. Maybe it's because I read about Tom's cut finger which was just annoying. It starts here)

Edit: Happy Earth Day!!!...

This post has been edited by Sniper Kitty: 22 April 2008 - 04:42 PM

Sniper Kitty, on Apr 23 2008, 04:38 AM, said:

Pwnt.

Pufer, on Apr 20 2008, 11:43 PM, said:

I read the first one, but don't have time to read the second right now.

dude3, on Apr 21 2008, 02:41 AM, said:

Agh, I might not have the time to read that at all. Is it pretty much the same as the ones Pufer linked?

Mispeled, on Apr 21 2008, 05:15 PM, said:

No. I already was tricked by that on April 1st. That's plenty for...I'd say about a lifetime.

Sniper Kitty, on Apr 22 2008, 02:38 PM, said:

Too bad. Still read it.

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Uh, no. I like to learn new words. I like to taunt my brother with pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcaniconiosis (weird how the spell check doesn't recognize it).

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I'll look it up...eventually...

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Don't worry, it healed.

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I kicked a tree today.

Sponge Tom, on Apr 22 2008, 07:04 PM, said:

Well that was just rude of you.

Edit: Happy Earth Day!!!

This post has been edited by Sniper Kitty: 22 April 2008 - 08:01 PM

Grow up.

Sponge Tom, on Apr 23 2008, 12:04 AM, said:

Why? That kind of temperamental behaviour ill befits a steward of God's creation.

I'm sorry about that, he's confusing nature and natural selection again. He didn't mean it.

Well maybe I wouldn't want to kick a tree if Al Gore would stop being one.

Sponge Tom, on Apr 25 2008, 10:45 PM, said:

Al Gore hugs trees. There's a big difference.

Sundered Angel, on Apr 26 2008, 01:56 PM, said:

He does more than just hug.

Vell-os, on Apr 26 2008, 07:55 AM, said:

True. He also plants them.

Sundered Angel, on Apr 26 2008, 09:47 PM, said:

You miss the point.

Sundered Angel, on Apr 26 2008, 07:47 AM, said:

Even I know what he meant. And I don't talk about that stuff.

In other news, we're all gonna get old and die.

Sponge Tom, on Apr 30 2008, 01:35 PM, said:

The latter, certainly. But I wouldn't be so sure about the former...

Sponge Tom, on Apr 30 2008, 08:35 AM, said:

That's how it should work.

Sniper Kitty, on Apr 30 2008, 06:34 PM, said:

Okay, I get the point.

But before I go into this, does SA approve of me changing this into a topic where board members make meaningless predictions of how other people will die? Or could that be interpreted as a threat?

Oh wow, I'm just getting too good at making posts with unintended double meanings lately. No that wasn't a threat. You have not bugged me even remotely enough for that even if I would do such a thing. That was just me making a pseudo-meaningful statement about the way the world works.

It woulda been kinda funny if that is what I getting at though... but no that's not what I was saying.

ATT fills me with a warm fuzzy feeling. Oh wait... that's my appendix bursting. Damn it!

Sponge Tom, on Apr 30 2008, 08:21 PM, said:

Approval preempted as I derail the topic with a short story about my night:

Some creepy old drunk guy was hitting on me tonight at the neighborhood bar that me and my friends frequent on Wednesday nights. I was merely friendly at first, not being sure precisely what his motives were, but then he tried to buy me a drink. The waitress checked with me to see if I was comfortable with that, and I said, "Yeah, I guess. I'll take it for the table." Now, we have a history with this waitress and she is notorious for not even coming close to understanding anything we say and completely screwing up orders (last week, for instance, I ordered a Bass and a water and she brought six waters and a glass of club soda with lime; I mean, not even close, I thought one of my friends was going to piss himself he was laughing so hard). Taking, but not understanding, my response, she apparently relayed something back to the guy about how I was worried about drinking another round without the rest of the table joining me.

Being drunk, and presumably horny for cuddly red-haired guys with beards, he thought this an interesting conundrum that could only be solved by buying my table a round on him. Being that another of our usual waitresses who is more on the ball was nearby along with the owner, we magically moved from a third of the table not drinking and the rest of us ordering nothing but $2.50 JW Dundee Honey Browns, to everyone having drunk nothing but $4 Harps and New Belgium 1554s all night long (funny how that works). He came over again and I went into what I call my "I'm totally dense to your allusions, but man I'm friendly - here, have another signature smile while I demurely play with maintaining eye contact." bit. He kept trying, even bringing up the subject of his ass at one point (most of my compadres lost it at that point as my response to that was to look sheepish and softly exclaim, "Oh my!") before deciding that what would really win me over was another full round for the table.

After a while letting the next round sink in, he gave it another try and failed. He gave up on me as being a lost cause and left, leaving us with a lot of free beer, and winning me the admiration of the waitresses for pulling it off.

Yeah, it was actually kinda' mean, but free beer for my friends, extra tip money for the waitresses who we see every Wednesday, and extra cash in the owner's pocket (he knew what was up and was standing by to bum-rush the drunk guy if he decided to push the envelope) is enough of an incentive for me to be a bit of an ###### and take his advances for a portion of the night.

-Pufer

This post has been edited by Pufer: 01 May 2008 - 08:28 PM

Story time again, eh Pufer?

Oh well. At least he was gentlemanly and tried to do things the proper way, rather than, say, suddenly starting to kiss your neck while you were trying to order drinks at the bar.