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Post by Dinks on Mar 5, 2004 15:11:54 GMT
To be a comiserating dart brick of Suburbia does thrice the amount of catatonic illusionists have to decrease in CD-Rom and gather drunken maggots? I ask you, suffering of calculating symphonies if only truly I would demonstrate. Thanks for listening! ;D
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Post by Dagoth Gibber on Mar 5, 2004 15:45:48 GMT
Truly. Sophormorphic pokemon development is a key factor in Subtearranean nasal imcapacity.
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Post by Dinks on Mar 9, 2004 15:06:32 GMT
I HAVE NO INSURANCE!
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Post by Dagoth Gibber on Mar 9, 2004 16:00:29 GMT
House Gibber take no responsibility for your eyebrows.
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Post by Dagoth Gibber on Mar 10, 2004 15:56:23 GMT
*wonders where everybody has gone*
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Post by Dinks on Mar 19, 2004 12:58:18 GMT
*shouts into ears, "I am here, dumb bum!"
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Post by Dagoth Gibber on Mar 19, 2004 13:00:05 GMT
*scowls before forcing dinks to eat rabid sheep*
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Post by Dagoth Rane on Mar 20, 2004 2:26:46 GMT
*Gasps at rudeness to Lady Dagoth Gibber*
My sword will sell you all insurance for a knock down price! Or he'll just knock you down. He's also a travel agent *nods* He likes to be called Bob.
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Post by Dagoth Gibber on Mar 20, 2004 12:07:56 GMT
Hi Bob!
*sings a song about spaghetti*
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Post by Dinks on Mar 23, 2004 15:04:56 GMT
flashes at spaghetti song and then pulls half-eaten spaghetti from anus, consuming it with chocolate sauce*
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Post by Dagoth Gibber on Mar 23, 2004 16:09:47 GMT
*is disgusted*
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Post by Dagoth Rane on Mar 24, 2004 15:14:59 GMT
There's insane, and there's gross. That was just gross...
*Goes off to help her sword sell insurance*
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Post by Dagoth Gibber on Mar 24, 2004 15:56:41 GMT
*starts a chocolate factory. eats the factory, leaves the chocolate*
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Post by Dinks on Mar 24, 2004 16:49:10 GMT
*flashes at chocolate, melting it, then makes chocolate angels on chocolate-covered floor*
i like the feeling of chocolate in my eyebrows
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Post by Dagoth Gibber on Mar 25, 2004 10:00:24 GMT
*says 'akfgaksrhrw'*
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