NEVER!!!!!!

This is like an instant messenger, only we're doing something important! Making this thread even longer, and thus, better.

My AIM screen name is LetBeLight. Unfortunately I don't know how to get there. I'll have to check with the younger son in the morning.

It is weird, isn't it? Technology is wonderful when it works.

Oops, now I done it..... lol

mine is n/. e .o /.,fou.;'/. lg-o--c.
those spaces and weird chars make it harder for people to find me on google, (I hope)

hi there! whats this talk of EMO? no emo talk in this thread dammit!

You go, Zooksport!

Emos are CockJugglingThunderCunts!

Thankyou for the definition of Emos!
 

CockJugglingThunderCunts? biznatch! Does it take nonsense like that to make a long thread? Thanks for the nonsense, though, it'll probably give me bad dreams. My wife already tells me I talk in my sleep!:thumbsup:

Remember...

Remember...

The fifth...

Of November...

Well.... what year????? :)

z0MG! it's teh moovie wyth dat hawt chcik, natlee protman!1!!! And teh dude with teh nivez, in londun!!!11!!oneone

z0MG! è chcik del hawt del dat del wyth del moovie del teh, natlee protman!1!!! E tizio del teh con il nivez del teh, in londun!!!11!!oneone


Italian translation.....

Excellent. Truly.

oh heck, yeah

I just can't stop thinking about apples. Its bizzare. A second ago, in my head, I heard Samuel L. Jackson say "What the fuck you mean you want an apple pie?!"





Sleep might be a good idea.

And what's the deal with airplane food?

double post

I'd like an apple pie! But there are better pies.....

This is Africa.

In your head, Samuel L Jackson forgot to say "Motherfucker!".
Also, here is this video I find amusing: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ac9lvE7Zqs

Mmmh mmh, Bitch!

Funny as Hell. I've always appreciated his sense of humor.
I've never appreciated the word motherfucker.
uh-oh, I might have just said that out loud.

went and saw the new fillum, casino royale, james bond, last night.... any one see him grope the breast of Eva Green (Vespa) at the end when he's giving her CPR?

It started in the park, as I was lying down and my head hit a hard lump in the ground. I needed to lie down because the chemist had made a mistake, and I'm used to a slightly milder anti-depressant. When I dug the lump out of the ground, I saw that it was metallic, with a handle. It looked a bit like an electric drill. There was a lever for your finger to rest against. I felt I ought to know what it was. I knew I had seen lots of them in films. I thought the tobacconist might help. I pulled it out when I was buying half and ounce of Golden Virginia and some blue Rizlas, but he just flew upset and started shouting. He threw money at me, which felt wrong, and told me to leave with whatever I wanted as long as I just get out. I took one ten pound note and left him to his strange worries.

Life is always fatal.
Oh, and yeah, natlee portman is pretty cute, especially in that movie. I just watched it twice this week.

I can so hear Foamy's other psychotic squirrel friend saying this.

That's exactly what I was thinking too. What a lucky son of a bitch.

Lo & be holed. Be careful, be good, and do well!
I'd rather be lucky than good any day.

And now, Haikus. Who wants to start?

Now don't you go around startin' anything! ya hear!!

The river and the stream
become one
in the spring rain

dude, that is totally not a haiku :D

biznatch critiqing
melding truth with sarcasm
in the TFP

At the bus stop there was a lady sitting in a way that reminded me of the nurse who used to sit at the front of our class in primary school. Maybe she'd know what this thing was. I fished it out, and she sort of gasped, fell off the seat sideways and seemed to be asleep suddenly. I thought I'd better do something.

Good night.... Its time for bed..... Its 10.40pm.

good morning...it's time for bed... it's 7:28 a.m
(ya, rly).

I flagged a passing taxi, and pulled the sleeping lady into the back with me. The cabbie looked in his mirror. I pulled out the object and was about to ask him about it when he said "I don't want any trouble. Where do you want to go?" The nocturnal mammal house in the zoo was the only place I really wanted to go at that moment. I use it sometimes to collect my thoughts.

I'm finding it very hard to collect my thoughts under the influence of this.

When we reached the zoo, I thanked the driver, and left the lady in the cab with the tenner in her mouth. I didn't want to mess around with her pockets, and it was open. On my way to Night World I could hear police sirens. Passers-by were staring at me more than usual. Behind me, some youths were laughing at a masturbating bonobo which had paused to be sick. I ducked through their gaggle, and into an open door in the ape block.

& then she went off
on me; I started to shake
& winter closed in.