It really pisses me off when someone dares adjust any placement, regardless of value or purpose, in my dwelling, with me clearly in the room. From the safe bolted to the floor, to the unflushed turd I grant 3 days clemency to float in blissful mercy, to the pus-filled band-aid that fell off a tranny's pendulous utter and stuck with an unceremonious splat to my faux-Chesapeake grout linoleum: keep your hands off my shit and if you want to fidget so bad, practice finger puppets attending a funeral, those webbed sticky fruit roll up graspers are the only audience you'll be granted at your funeral behind my toolshed. Take if from someone who knows, even the shittiest people you meet in life make great compost that even I can forgive them for later. Just ask my f**king hydrangeas. I don't place first at the annual city gardeners show because I prune these bitches.
Dont touch my shit. Thank you.
After all these years, I still never have any idea just what in the hell you're saying, but it never fails to entertain.
Dude that's clearly an alien jellyfish pulling you into space to its mothership so you can be devoured and your knowledge (both mental and biological) assimilated. Your shell will be used to make our world's destruction not merely imminent but simple.
So yeah, I guess you won! gg, we should play Achaea forums again sometime
False. Human thoughts are like cheap candy sold by the wayside by street vendors who have to feed twelve children - I get better value from the supermarket.
Dude that's clearly an alien jellyfish pulling you into space to its mothership so you can be devoured and your knowledge (both mental and biological) assimilated. Your shell will be used to make our world's destruction not merely imminent but simple.
So yeah, I guess you won! gg, we should play Achaea forums again sometime
False. Human thoughts are like cheap candy sold by the wayside by street vendors who have to feed twelve children - I get better value from the supermarket.
my retort has a preface of an entire sentence, but is truly only two words and a single letter long:
Hmm, oddly enough, I didn't mean to post that here, if it's odd irrelevance to the thread topic is any indicator. Furthermore, my oversight is larger than I first surmised, that wasn't even intended for this message board, rather the better homes and gardens subsection for interior design ideas didn't get the intended message that ran aground here. Sure enough, I clicked the wrong browser tab, chalking this one up to another case of multitasking impeding intended efficiency. Please excuse my outburst. -and now, stay tuned for your regular scheduled programming, The Young and the Restless will continue after a word from our sponsor: Tucks medicated hemorrhoid pads, "Pringles for the ass, once you pop, you can't stop."
Dude that's clearly an alien jellyfish pulling you into space to its mothership so you can be devoured and your knowledge (both mental and biological) assimilated. Your shell will be used to make our world's destruction not merely imminent but simple.
So yeah, I guess you won! gg, we should play Achaea forums again sometime
False. Human thoughts are like cheap candy sold by the wayside by street vendors who have to feed twelve children - I get better value from the supermarket.
my retort has a preface of an entire sentence, but is truly only two words and a single letter long:
It really pisses me off when someone dares adjust any placement, regardless of value or purpose, in my dwelling, with me clearly in the room. From the safe bolted to the floor, to the unflushed turd I grant 3 days clemency to float in blissful mercy, to the pus-filled band-aid that fell off a tranny's pendulous utter and stuck with an unceremonious splat to my faux-Chesapeake grout linoleum: keep your hands off my shit and if you want to fidget so bad, practice finger puppets attending a funeral, those webbed sticky fruit roll up graspers are the only audience you'll be granted at your funeral behind my toolshed. Take if from someone who knows, even the shittiest people you meet in life make great compost that even I can forgive them for later. Just ask my f**king hydrangeas. I don't place first at the annual city gardeners show because I prune these bitches.
Dont touch my shit. Thank you.
After all these years, I still never have any idea just what in the hell you're saying, but it never fails to entertain.
Dude that's clearly an alien jellyfish pulling you into space to its mothership so you can be devoured and your knowledge (both mental and biological) assimilated. Your shell will be used to make our world's destruction not merely imminent but simple.
So yeah, I guess you won! gg, we should play Achaea forums again sometime
False. Human thoughts are like cheap candy sold by the wayside by street vendors who have to feed twelve children - I get better value from the supermarket.
my retort has a preface of an entire sentence, but is truly only two words and a single letter long:
@Nim: Again, false. Only I get to have two-symbol-length retorts, as exquisitely shown in our dialogue in my profile wall.
(But that pairing sounds fascinating. @Tibitha, punch those numbers in and produce a result!)
Unfortunately the results that F.A.N keeps providing me on this pairing is unpublishable (ahem). I have censored where needed.
It was Logosmas Eve. @Silas sat drunkenly by the fireplace in the Mermaid's Tail, sipping a spiked halfnog.
He looked at the withered head of @Nim hanging on the Logosmas Tree and sighed. Last year, @Dunn had hung it there, just before they looked at each other sloppily and then fell into each other's arms and ███████████████████ totems.
If only I hadn't posted on the forums, Silas thought, pouring a ridiculous amount of rum into his halfnog. Then Dunn might not have got so jealous and left me all alone at Logosmas time. He wiped away a single tear and held his ███████████ hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a gruff voice lifted angrily up in song.
"I'm dreaming of a runic Logosmas
Just like the ones we used to know!"
Silas ran to the door. It was Dunn, looking so incredibly sexy, covered with snow.
"I missed you disgustingly," Dunn said. "And I wanted ██████████ totem again."
Silas hugged Dunn and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Dunn said.
"I think so too," Silas said and they █████████████ totems until they knocked the Logosmas tree over.
On Logosmas Day, they ate roasted obese antelope stomach and lived angrily until Silas got drunk again.
I regret just about everything I did on Garao. Too many things to mention. I don't regret much with Jovolo, other than leaving the Maldaathi way back when. It was disappointing when Xenomorph left after the enthusiasm he injected into it on his return, and a week after that we were left with about 3 house members that were above level 21. Was just too boring for my hyperactivity.
I'm working full time now and have been for a few months, so I haven't had time to play. Would like to return one day and invest something other than impatience and immaturity. Seventeenth time lucky or something.
You have my word, when you return, you have yourself a committed and loyal comrade that will look to you and say, "Where shall we place our efforts?"
No matter what it is, and just let the good times roll. It's never too late to turn it all around. Just as much as leading, if not moreso, I want to be lead. Following another's path allows them to shine bright, and have the support needed to knock it out of the park, whatever the agenda is. Sound like a plan?
Regret not buying credits in the credit market (or from Market) when they were 2500gp or less. That and getting only the second quarterstaff with a Shield of Absorption quality
Aurora says, "Tharvis, why are you always breaking things?!" Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh." Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."
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False. Human thoughts are like cheap candy sold by the wayside by street vendors who have to feed twelve children - I get better value from the supermarket.
@Dunn x @Silas
(But that pairing sounds fascinating. @Tibitha, punch those numbers in and produce a result!)
Unfortunately the results that F.A.N keeps providing me on this pairing is unpublishable (ahem). I have censored where needed.
It was Logosmas Eve. @Silas sat drunkenly by the fireplace in the Mermaid's Tail, sipping a spiked halfnog.
He looked at the withered head of @Nim hanging on the Logosmas Tree and sighed. Last year, @Dunn had hung it there, just before they looked at each other sloppily and then fell into each other's arms and ███████████████████ totems.
If only I hadn't posted on the forums, Silas thought, pouring a ridiculous amount of rum into his halfnog. Then Dunn might not have got so jealous and left me all alone at Logosmas time. He wiped away a single tear and held his ███████████ hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a gruff voice lifted angrily up in song.
"I'm dreaming of a runic Logosmas
Just like the ones we used to know!"
Silas ran to the door. It was Dunn, looking so incredibly sexy, covered with snow.
"I missed you disgustingly," Dunn said. "And I wanted ██████████ totem again."
Silas hugged Dunn and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Dunn said.
"I think so too," Silas said and they █████████████ totems until they knocked the Logosmas tree over.
On Logosmas Day, they ate roasted obese antelope stomach and lived angrily until Silas got drunk again.
No matter what it is, and just let the good times roll. It's never too late to turn it all around. Just as much as leading, if not moreso, I want to be lead. Following another's path allows them to shine bright, and have the support needed to knock it out of the park, whatever the agenda is. Sound like a plan?
Artemis says, "You are so high maintenance, Tharvis, gosh."
Tecton says, "It's still your fault, Tharvis."