oh my god, it finally happened

[chaney]

reyler lost interest.

now that i'm alone on my board, i think i'll take this opportunity to talk to myself, just in case someone finds this crevice on some sort of archeological expedition in the future and wonders what my corpse is doing in this weird position.

explanation:

the blender broke, i had to do something.

[ae]

rock on

[chaney]

i'm so confused.

[chaney]

STRIKE

THREE

[reyler]

for the love of cake, chan-chan, i haven't been able to get to the library for a while. cut me some fucking slack. you think my life is so full and happy that i can really afford to give up on one of the few people that can tolerate me?
in other news, the tigers beat the diamondbacks, yay! but then the diamondbacks turned around and beat the tigers, boo. so what, i don't care about baseball. go pistons!

[chaney]

quoth reducto:

"SO WHAT?! CAN'T I BE JOCULAR?! (shrinks you)"

[reyler]

that's not what i said at all.
what i said was:
"ONLY YOU CAN PREVENT FOREST FRIARS"
translation: kill tuck
also, what the fuck is up with all this bureaucratic bullshit eggboard is foisting upon me all of a sudden?

[chaney]

bureaucratic?

i just don't fucking know anymore.

i think i'm going to take blurry, horrible pictures of my penis and paste them all over the town's telephone poles and this website. then my penis will be named by "the one" who emerges from the many in my penis' flock. i predict that it will receive an ugly name, because this city is filled with ugly people.

[reyler]

yeah, i tried to log in and i got all this bullshit with e-mail verification passwords and all that like what dalnet shoved up our butts back in 2000.
if the pictures are too blurry, people may not realise that the photographic subject is in fact a penis, and then where does that leave you on a saturday night?

[chaney]

i don't know about any of that silly stuff. i do know that these boards got a shiny new glossy coating. so far the only difference i've noticed after the "upgrade" is that the little field where you log in is in a different place.

how the fuck you remember things that happened on irc five years ago is beyond me.

and it would leave me
exactly where i always am on saturday nights.

(throws a typewriter at the wally)

[reyler]

i remember these things because nine times out of ten all there is to do in my room is read my old chat logs, despite the increasing signs of my monitor's impending demise. plus, i haven't replaced portions of my brain containing memory databanks with marijuana clouds. ye've smoked away yuir childhood, laddie!
why do you hate people named wally? does this mean you are not a fan of the flash? well, me either, but that's because dc characters are boring.

[chaney]

i believe it's option a which reveals the true source of yuir excessive knowlege, my friend.

i don't hate all people named wally. it's just that there are two wallys in this little league baseball video game, and so one must be chosen and punished.

while i ate, i was going to finish reading a chapter in this book on my lap, but i somehow ended up re-reading this thread instead. i think that what i've learned is that i should bicyclops downtown and have sex with the ugliest person i can find. yes, it's a plan.

this face hides among the forest of other faces and pretends it's not plotting your doom, but make no mistake. satan's mouth is marked with an "X."

[splakinbran]

nuff said

[reyler]

but what if the ugliest person you find is yourself? will you wank it on the street corner to the shock and awe of onlookers?
and my goodness, twiggles, i guess the presence of a troll means your board has "made it". of course, most ungulants get their lingo from more recent publications than every single marvel comic printed in the 1990's.