leaving your mark

Thanks Jay, :nod:

Hey simon,
it wasn't really a waste - I was trying to use "fudge" as a verb.

Hey Sub,
Strickly animalistic; picture the neigborhood pooch who drinks about a gallon of toilet water before making his daily rounds.

Marks 360 degrees around his until very recently soiled shoes

Hehe I must have been hungry when I read that.

Jay of course I'm simply thrilled with this endless, nonstop, piontless, inane posting.

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Originally Posted by Sancho

Thanks Jay, :nod:

Hey simon,
it wasn't really a waste - I was trying to use "fudge" as a verb.

Hey Sub,
Strickly animalistic; picture the neigborhood pooch who drinks about a gallon of toilet water before making his daily rounds.

Marks 360 degrees around his until very recently soiled shoes

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:brow: :brow:
.............................................I dont get it :goof:

Sub, we're just marking our territory the old fashioned way.

At least I think that's what we're doing.
If, you know, I was paying attention (which I rarely do well).
mark...

Just taking a piss sub, that was afterall the whole reason for being let into the yard.

*goes to check the first pages of this thread, be back later*

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Originally Posted by Waxmephilosophical

I liken logging onto these forums as a dog leaving its mark...we get on, leave our scent on the topics that interest us, and pretty soon the whole neighborhood is littered with our names under "last reply". Hehehe... that random thought made me laugh for a good long while!

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Yup, funny :p.
Btw, the founding marker, where's she? She's a crazy banana... and we all are the second ones :D. Lol, read about 20 pages of marking, talk about insane :D, but oh so entertaining :p.

Mark, How are you, Been A while since I talked to you.
ttfn
Sran
ps, *MARK*, Oldschool.

Hey Stan :).
Doing ... fine. You? Not too babbly recently I guess :).

Marky

Yo, Mark,
Glad to here from ya, hows it hangin' its all cool for me.

Mark,


Stan

HeHEHEHE, can you play that funky music white boy?

All night long grandfather ;).

grandfather clock decided to chime in with chives and onions of many colors of ketchup like rainbow sherbert in italian ice skating over railing on those horrible horrible bums in the street who never bla bla bla goes the teacher as the time ticks mercilessly into the afternoon of the first circle of perfection into the practice arena... and then it hit me... the suns bright and shiney rays are truly a death sentance to most potatos.

Lay down the boogy and play that funky music till ya die, Till I die?, Till ya die.

Even in the event of your death, it somehow seems that your ghost will continue marking oblivious of it's lack of matter.

And? So? But? Therefore??? :D:p;)

And so there is little difference between life and death therefore causing a loss of respect in mortality but not causing loss of morality. MARK.