Few people

[NYU 0]

Matt's a rebel. He just don't care!!

[Carnival 0]

Matt Young best protect his neck from Special K. May I also recommend guarding of the grill.

[Slayer 0]

What Edwin said

[Guest Leelee]

You should have called Spoon with this news before posting it here.

See, the joke here is that I DO LOTS AND LOTS OF DRUGS. You were improving and tolerable again, you don't need to use terrible running gags. You're enough of one alone.

 

It wasn't a joke. You used to post shit like this, too. I suggested Matt share this information with someone who would find it interesting.

 

And please don't think I'd joke with you, or Matt. That's what friends do. I'm sure you're aware that I have a negative opinion of you. But, no, I really should give a damn if some pathetic nerd who used to stalk me, and started a huge grudge on me ala FFMS, "tolerates" me.

 

Learn your place in life, "adult".

[Failed Bridge 0]

I have no grudge against you nor did I stalk you...hell, I'm not even a nerd!

 

I'd say that I'm indifferent towards you, tried to get ahold of you after a few PMs you had sent me and when I couldn't I got annoyed(that's a pet peeve of mine. When people try to get ahold of me and then I go to respond to them only to be ignored or brushed off it irritates me to no end. Only if I'm under the impression that the person is a friend though. Random people doing it doesn't bother me at all.), and I'm most likely an oaf. I chose Oaf over jock because I'm not actually involved in playing sports.

 

Totally different from Kotz.

[Boon 0]

Friends and message boards don't mix.

[Slayer 0]

Frigid and I do just fine

[Art Sandusky 0]

But, no, I really should give a damn if some pathetic nerd who used to stalk me, and started a huge grudge on me ala FFMS, "tolerates" me.

 

Pretty much, yeah.

[I like Forums 0]

Matt drinks to make his girlfriend prettier...... usually ending with unconsciousness.

[Bruiser Chong 0]

Learn your place in life, "adult".

 

Learn your place in life, "adult."

 

Sorry, we couldn't find Czech.

[Sass 0]

Learn your place in life, "adult".

 

Learn your place in life, "adult."

 

Sorry, we couldn't find Czech.

 

Quoted for emphasis.

[Hoff 0]

I'm legitamately upset that I missed that one. I saw this thread hours ago.

[Slayer 0]

I almost always put my punctuation on the outside of quote marks, you English Nazis

 

You know, James Joyce defied numerous literary conventions, and he's considered one of the greatest writers ever... so there

[Sideburnious 0]

Yeah I'd usually put my punctuations after the quotations? Am I a bad person for doing so?

[Art Sandusky 0]

Yes. You're a terrible person. As is Mike for his extremely poor acting job.

[Hoff 0]

I can't even wait for the big, shocking revelation.

 

"LOL I SWERVED YOU ALLZ!!!!"

 

Although he really is holding the bluff well.

[Sideburnious 0]

What happens if it turns out to be neither of them, or a third poster using the account.

[Black Lushus 0]

who shot JR?

 

 

who is the Carver?

 

 

who is Leelee???

[Slayer 0]

STATELY, PLUMP BUCK MULLIGAN CAME FROM THE STAIRHEAD, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressing gown, ungirdled, was sustained gently-behind him by the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned:

 

-- Introibo ad altare Dei.

 

Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called up coarsely:

 

-- Come up, Kinch. Come up, you fearful jesuit.

 

Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. He faced about and blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding country and the awaking mountains. Then, catching sight of Stephen Dedalus, he bent towards him and made rapid crosses in the air, gurgling in his throat and shaking his head. Stephen Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned his arms on the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking gurgling face that blessed him, equine in its length, and at the light untonsured hair, grained and hued like pale oak.

 

Buck Mulligan peeped an instant under the mirror and then covered the bowl smartly.

 

-- Back to barracks, he said sternly.

 

He added in a preacher's tone:

 

-- For this, O dearly beloved, is the genuine Christine: body and soul and blood and ouns. Slow music, please. Shut your eyes, gents. One moment. A little trouble about those white corpuscles. Silence, all.