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In a word, yes. In two words, shut up.

No. And don't make me get the stick. - Occultopedia.com

A drunken statement is as good as law. Gimme a minute.

If I could do that, I'd become Dilandau. And then I'd fucking kill Merle. And burn everything. God that would rule.

Cross-dressers? More than likely. Boobs are still huge.

No idea, regarding Analtech. I just saw it, didn't hear it spoken. An album cover. Heheh.

YES~! Posts like THAT~! That is good stuff right there. Check this shit out.

Holy shit. That's ... Shit. Big. And the "Fuck you Dutch" is awesome. For whatever reason, it reminded me that me and my roommate were driving into Newark the other day and (in the immortal words of Dave Barry) I SWEAR I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP, we passed a company called ANALTECH. I swear. I'll take a picture and post it someday.

That will have to be determined at a later date. OR you can leave it up to your fellow posters. OR I can just send you porn or something. I've got oodles. CODE RED ALERT~! MOUNTAIN DEW FRUIT PUNCH NEEDED IMMEDIATELY~!

ABOBO, if I were gay and into big-headed Arabian men, I'd be all over you. This Thread is Ghey had better not strike here. The only thing he's allowed to post is more pictures of jiggling boobs. Apologies to female posters, but it's my birthday and I don't have enough gas to go out to a strip bar. EDIT: YES~! GIVE THAT MAN A MEDAL~!

You were numero tres. I don't count birthday wishes made before my actual birthday. No effort involved in that, it's like covering your ass just in case. You know I'm in a different timezone though and compensated, so bonus points. :-D

For those not in the know, it's my birthday today too. Let's celebrate with an AIM transciption. The names have been changed to protect the stupid. Star will recognize this ... Retarded humans.

Then get lost, I need to stay awake, not fall asleep. Well, it's sure as hell not YJStinger. I don't know who would actually drink that shit. From what I've been taught so far, the core of the style is involved in grappling and submissions. Much less emphasis on strikes than Ishinryu karate, which I'd taken a few years ago. I was thoroughly schooled tonight too. Turns out the other white belt I was grappling with had a few years of wrestling under his belt. That place has more cameras than that fucking Big Brother show. I can't scratch my ass without someone watching. Wiping out a debt is nigh impossible. Unfortunate for you.

I've got a collection of every bottlecap from an alcoholic drink that I've had since I moved into my new apartment. I've got enough Mike's caps that I'm not able to form *coherent* sentences. I also collect the Gundam toys from Wal-Mart. I have Heavyarms, Deathscythe Hell, Wing Zero, Altron and Sandrock (Gundam Wing: Endless Waltz, Battle-scarred), Dragon Gundam, Rose Gundam, Gundam Maxter, Bolt Gundam, and Burning Gundam (G Gundam, Battle-scarred), and Wing Gundam, Shenlong Gundam, Epyon, and Dark Gundam (non-battle scarred, G Gundam or Gundam Wing). I also have one bottle of each type of drink I've ever had. Don't feel like listing that though. Not that it's an extensive list or anything. And I have a big collection of hippo statues and figurines.

*unzips ... IN ANGER*

Any posts about Xenosaga should be moved to the Movies forum.

I woke up this morning with a bad hangover, and my penis was missing again. This happens all the time. It's detachable. This comes in handy a lot of the time. I can leave it home when I think it's going to get me in trouble, or I can rent it out when I don't need it. But now and then I go to a party, get drunk, and the next morning I can't for the life of me remember what I did with it. First I looked around my apartment and I couldn't find it, so I called up the place where the party was, they hadn't seen it either. I asked them to check the medicine cabinet 'cause for some reason, I leave it there sometimes, but not this time. So I told them if it pops up to let me know. I called a few people who were at the party, but they were no help either. I was starting to get desperate. I really don't like being without my penis for too long. It makes me feel like less of a man and I really hate to have to sit down every time I take a leak. After a few hours of searching the house and calling everyone I could think of, I was starting to get very depressed, so I went to the Kiev and at breakfast. Then as I walked down Second Avenue toward St. Mark's Place,where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street, I saw my penis lying on a blanket next to a broken toaster oven. Some guy was selling it. I had to buy it off him. He wanted 22 bucks, but I talked him down to 17. I took it home, washed it off, and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete. People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached, but I don't know. Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass, I like having a detachable penis.

Forget when you leave, I want you to do this RIGHT NOW.

I used to work in an Eckerd's, mostly in the pharmacy. I'd count the pills and fill the prescriptions and shit while the pharmacist made sure I was doing everything right and handled the phones and prescription placements and whatnot. Now our pharmacist was an Indian guy (Not of the Native American variety) named Swapan. Swap was the fucking SHIT. One day I was behind the counter filling out some prescriptions like usual. Some middle-aged lady came up to the counter. This one of those people that you can indentify their personality just by looking at them - and she's a fucking SPAZ. She comes up to the counter and tells Swapan "I need to get this prescription refilled." Swap takes a look at the bottle she gave him ... looks up the prescription on the computer ... gets an odd look on his face ... Bear in mind that Swapan has THE stereotypical Apu Nahasapeenapetalan Indian accent. "I am sorry, miss. I can not refill this prescription for you." "Why not?" "This prescription is supposed to last you 30 days. You have used it in 3 days. It is far too early to refill it." For the record, I'm pretty sure the prescription was for Oxycontin. Anyway, it's pretty damned obvious the woman's either overdosing way to much on the shit or she's selling it on the street. There's no way Swapan's going to refill the prescription. "What do you MEAN you won't refill it?!" "I can't refill it. You've used it too quickly. I cannot refill it until next month!" "You bastard! Just refill it!" "Bastard? I am a bastard? Why are you calling me this? I am only doing my job. You can not get a refill at this time." "Fuck you! Just refill the fucking prescription!" "Fuck ME? Fuck ME? Excuse me? I am only doing my job. I do not deserve this disrespect. I have done nothing wrong and yet you say "Fuck you" to me. This is rude." The woman's jaw just DROPS. "WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME?!" "I said 'Go fuck yourself.' I do not have time for this. Fuck yourself." "I'M REPORTING YOU TO YOUR MANAGER!" "Go right ahead. Fuck you. Have a nice day." And she does ... she goes right up to our manager Griff and says "Your pharmacist just cussed me out! He won't refill my prescription and he cussed me out!" Griff had HEARD the entire exchange so he knew what was going on. "Look lady, I don't give a shit. I have no control over that section of the store." "I AM NEVER COMING HERE AGAIN!" "Don't give a shit about that either." Griff walks up to Swapan as the lady storms out and Swapan says "What am I to do, Mr. Griff? She curses me for doing my job. That is wrong. She says 'Fuck you!' Fuck her." "Eh, she's an idiot." Beautiful stuff.

Inclement weather reduces human intelligence by half. You stupid fucking humans.

Then ABOBO and ABOBO alone would occupy my signature.

Guys, I only have so much room in my sig.

Absolutely NOTHING.

The penguins will DIE to make me happy!