The Really Long Thread

[SPeedY_B]

Da Brits wouldn't understand that Show. 😛

We do actually 😛 It's superb 😀

 

[Evil Marge]

Da Brits wouldn't understand that Show. 😛

Oh I love that show,I tell ya what 😀

 

[gonaads]

Yes 😱 😛
Note to self: Replace the damn toilet seat, it keeps falling down everything and I almost lost a vital part of myself 😡

Move the toilet tank cover back a bit. Gives the seat more of an angle and that way it won't fall and hit ya on da head. 😀

 

[gonaads]

Oh I love that show,I tell ya what 😀

Aaaaah, the exception. Must be true what they say, that the female Brits are the ones wit all da brains. 😛

 

[Tabula Rasa]

Move the toilet tank cover back a bit. Gives the seat more of an angle and that way it won't fall and hit ya on da head. 😀

Its too small (the room), I'd have to stand in the kitchen if I do what you said 😱
Can we please change the subject tho 😛

 

[gonaads]

Why? Don't like bathroom humor? Did ya have a bad experience? Wanna talk about it? 😀

 

[Tabula Rasa]

Why? Don't like bathroom humor? Did ya have a bad experience? Wanna talk about it? 😀

very well, where do i begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.

 

[gonaads]

I think it's yer evil tendencies. You have this feeling of being supreme evil, but...

You're semi-evil. You're quasi-evil. You're the margarine of evil. You're the diet coke of evil. Just one calorie-- not evil enough...

So get over it.

 

[Henyman]

evillllllll 😛

 

[Tabula Rasa]

Just one calorie.

One EVIL calorie!!! 😛

 

[gonaads]

Yo Moo Boy... Go chew on yer curd. Better yet, go get milked. I here them automated machines suck a mean ta-ta. 😛

 

[gonaads]

One EVIL calorie!!! 😛

To bad ya just burned it off typing that response. 😛

 

[Henyman]

woo yay 66m

 

[Tabula Rasa]

To bad ya just burned it off typing that response. 😛

typing the EVIL response!!!
This is getting old 😛

I need a hug 😱

 

[gonaads]

I need a hug 😱

Errrrrr...

*runs*

 

[gonaads]

It's the best I can do for ya Benny. 🙂

 

[Tabula Rasa]

Errrrrr...

*runs*

Its not like I'd hug a person named "gonaads" anyway 😡

 

[gonaads]

Its not like I'd hug a person named "gonaads" anyway 😡

Why? Had a bad experience? Wanna talk about it? 😛

 

[Tabula Rasa]

I'm forbitten to by law.

 

[Evil Marge]

evillllllll 😛

You called??
I'd hug gonaads anyday 😛