leaving your mark

w00t w00t l337 speak is so last tuesday as of next wednesday into the wedding singer where they kicked odie into a different weekness of the right side of some of their mindless thought control whereas the remote detonating device is capabale of grating cheese along with making french buiscuits and gravy sauces aren't saucy in that special Italian sausage appian way where the via appia has no cuogulation into the effectual annual bipolar disorders that were cancled when they sent back the cheese fettuccini.

Was that supposed to make sense?

Mark!!!!!!!!

Sense? Sense? Where has sense ever gotten us? Cater to whim and fancy, without drive there's little incentive to use reason. Bring on the gobblydegook fool.

And here's a little thing called: Mark.

people never use reason (especially me) so why worry?

Mark

why worry ?
Hum maybe because I was marked by fate to be logically illogical.............

nightshade wonders if i'm supposed to make sense... he hasn't been here too long, has he?



Well i'm getting all nostalgic on you in there with your little trumpet pointed into the air like the trumpeter swan that got lost but regained its sight from AAA where they alchoholics anonymous anteaters all travel in packs so they can hide their numbers from that creepy guy on that new television showgirls who dance with feathers and nothing elsewhere have all the young men gone, long time passing the gas heaters that joes grandfather mined before he looked down the barrel of a shotgun and had a staring contest with a gorilla.

Vhen ze drop ze babey, zen ve see sza natureal reflex, ja?

(my grade 11 bio teacher, just thought I would share that pearl of wisdome!)

they had all done gone out on the feild, by half time the score was 42 to nothin

Night's not a guy :p

Welcome back Fool :wave:

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Originally Posted by imthefoolonthehill

nightshade wonders if i'm supposed to make sense... he hasn't been here too long, has he?

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As Jay said Night's a she. Night hasn't been around for a long time too.

I get to be refered to quite a lot recently :p

That can't be anything but an asset can it?

nights a she?

fine. noted.

Off the top rope, lookin on below next thing you know...

Sup thread.

nothin much..I'm in my world chillin

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Originally Posted by imthefoolonthehill

nights a she?

fine. noted.

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No hard feeling I asure you anyway Im done now start work on monday but till then exepting about 2 hours this afternoon Im FREE s Bong Im Back !!

It seems a lot of people canty see me as a she ... even those who can see me or rather they have it in their minds that I am unsuited to be a girl...
Cant understand why I wera skirst and okay I tend to favour mens shirts and cloomping around in builders steel toe boots but thats not really an excuse is it??
Once my at the time favourate teacher stood me up in front of the entire class and told me off and said as how I had no right to be messy and disorganised as I was a GIRL and I cound asct like a Boy and if he didnt know better he would say I was one and I did have a right to be a girl if I was that messy etc etc etc pity we didnt know I was dyslexic at the time!
But it was really embarrising for a 12 year old to be talked to like that infront of a class of sort of symapthetic girls and sneering boys.
Mind you some of them may have had a reason to dislike me I was prone to taking dictionarys to the heads of boys who fell a sleep during english after forgetting their books and the teacher ( my mum) made them share with me
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oh yes MARKKKKKKKK

that messy etc etc etc pity party has no hardy boys without the hardback book covers without the fee in the superimposed nostradomas way about their actuary terminology withholding the jargon and the argon when you are 18 you are gone to argon the city where people take pity part has no hardy boys without the hardback book covers without the fee in the supermarket of carpet packers where the greenbay plays with greenday and the football players crush the whiny singers.

ooh, fool, nice siggy!

The general that became a slave, the slave that became a gladiator, the gladiator that defied an emperor. (someone's watching too many movies)

thanks amuse.

Bongitybong: doesn't that movie have MARKus Aerilius in it?

I'm not sure fool...

It might not have had an Marcus Aurelius in it but it had a more essential thing... HORSES ;)

holy crap i don't remember anything.

I wonder whether they gave me a pain killer or just a memory eraser... what if i went through horrible pain and then they just zapped my memory so i thought i was asleep and i thought i didn't feel anything...

ok that belongs in the random thought of the day thread.

Marks...
I just marked our kitchen well more truthfully I set fire to it but yeah thats a mark, isnt it??
How you ask?
simple I didnts see the plastic knife on the hob and I turned it on....Burning , melting plastic stinks...

burning roosters squawk at the sun as it fries the eggs on the abandoned superhighways of the information driven subculture of gothic renderings of narcolepsy and leprosy whhy is my skin bubbling into champagne?

a double post of doublemint fun isn't a travesty of a tragedy where shakespeare develops a severe wedgy due to sunspots.

a triple post is in order, or out of order like the candy machine we had next to the pool where they sunbathed under the shadow of all the lost quarterly earnings investments in the stock car racing heart palpatations where the lightening shoots from his fingers as the empire crumbles to crumbs and the most beautiful girl in the world still doesn't think i tahtawehsdfuh9e9u93y9- and somehow i just opened the computers magnifier for blind people.

bobnobhufctds

fayefaye, that was so beautiful, i think i might cry.

crying out bloody murder isn't what is called for in this particular case of pickles where the pitcher can't get him out because the big dog is going to chase them all under the pine tree where the cones of cyl,indrical values decide not to take the moralistic approach but rather take on a whole new meaning as seperate identities.

Sleep is the bastard son of death. That is my philosiphy.

my toes crept up the tiled wall to rejoin my ears while dandelions stopped the spinning whirly-gigs from disturbing the tilled soil of the dead fish playing poker in the pool under strawberry jammed socket wrenches.


(fun: thx, fool)

a fully automatic automotan has now crazily aspired to become half as nuts as the foolish foolhardy terrorbound snowdrifterspangled banners and the pop up ads with pop guns and hop on pop stop stop stop goes the weasle without any of the psychosomatic implications involved within the young and severely mentally illnessy-the lockness monster without the master combination.

How did it come to this...

(enough vague lotr references)

HoW DiD ThIs EnD Up On ThE SeCoNd PaGe!!!!!


Well I have return-ed to HiJaCk this thread to its proper place! :cool:

X MARKs the spot.
But the spot to what or where exactly. where did that story come from Stevenson??

Arrr, X marks buried treasure!

HiJaCkEd

Ahhhh where are the daleks??
They have left without a trace but their mark on human psychi remains

they were "exterminiated"! :D

Mati Unt is dead.
He was an exellent writer and director.
He has been called a significant renewer of estonian prose in the 60-es and 70-ties, has writtena number of novels and plays, and directed over a hundred plays.
:(