You know, many people throw around "laugh out loud" these days pretty callously, but Fawfy? You just made me llol. That's not a typo; it means "literally laugh out loud." You deserve some congratulating, I think. You may pick a planet in the Gliese 581 system to rule as your own.
Wait, if you like Galactica then you're officially my favorite person on the forums. (Sorry everyone else, it's totally quantifiable.)
Also, yes. A Fawfulopoly would be a smash hit. Fawful? If you're reading this, my backstabbing Reaper-Cylon ways demand that I cut you out of any potential profit. Nothing personal, son. It's just business. The truth is, the game was rigged from the start.
I actually do like Galactica. Haven't finished it yet, mostly because I was having trouble finding season four, but I did like what I saw.
You've created a monster, Guru. No one can blame you, I mean: It is the way of men to make monsters...and it is the nature of monsters to destroy their makers. dun. dun. DUNNN!!!
Flasks are nice things. I have one myself, for when I'm in a noir mood.
My flask is awesome and I love it, but I want to replace it with one of these. It's what they used for Colonel Tigh's flask! Besides, mine leaks sometimes and doesn't have a contraband compartment.
My flask is awesome and I love it, but I want to replace it with one of these. It's what they used for Colonel Tigh's flask! Besides, mine leaks sometimes and doesn't have a contraband compartment.
Mine isn't quite so fancy. Just a standard flask with a Dalek on the side. To show off my inner Whovian.
Wait, how did yours get Dalek'd then? Also, send it 400 miles this way. I wish to... borrow it.
My friend Dalek'd it and then gave it to me as a right before finals gift. I thanked her and then informed her that it probably wasn't the best thing to have right before intensive mental strain.
Also, I don't think that 400 miles would be nearly enough. You'd have to pick it up in Utah. Which is quite a drive for a flask filled with the taste equivalent of drain cleaner.
It's 1 am on a Sunday morning and I'm about to do something I said I'd do at 12 AM on Saturday morning. I am so not good at self-imposed deadlines, am I?
My friend Dalek'd it and then gave it to me as a right before finals gift. I thanked her and then informed her that it probably wasn't the best thing to have right before intensive mental strain.
Also, I don't think that 400 miles would be nearly enough. You'd have to pick it up in Utah. Which is quite a drive for a flask filled with the taste equivalent of drain cleaner.
Oh, fine. I guess if I want to get plastered I've got to go all the way to the kitchen. I hope you can live with that on your conscience. The fact that you even managed to find booze of any quality in the State of Mormonopolis is nothing short of miraculous.
My friend Dalek'd it and then gave it to me as a right before finals gift. I thanked her and then informed her that it probably wasn't the best thing to have right before intensive mental strain.
Also, I don't think that 400 miles would be nearly enough. You'd have to pick it up in Utah. Which is quite a drive for a flask filled with the taste equivalent of drain cleaner.
Oh, fine. I guess if I want to get plastered I've got to go all the way to the kitchen. I hope you can live with that on your conscience. The fact that you even managed to find booze of any quality in the State of Mormonopolis is nothing short of miraculous.
Oh, fine. I guess if I want to get plastered I've got to go all the way to the kitchen. I hope you can live with that on your conscience. The fact that you even managed to find booze of any quality in the State of Mormonopolis is nothing short of miraculous.
Conscience? Is that a disease of some sort?
Actually, I was sending it 400 miles east from it's current position, which would place it in Utah. The prospect of finding booze there is indeed quite preposterous.
Actually, I was sending it 400 miles east from it's current position, which would place it in Utah. The prospect of finding booze there is indeed quite preposterous.
Just over six ounces of booze in the whole state. That's all that we can safely assume is there. It's a wonder that place somehow had life flourish. It's like the driest place on Earth! At least they have booze in the Sahara!
It must be. Look at all the people who self medicate to deal with it!
Thank goodness I don't have that problem.
Just over six ounces of booze in the whole state. That's all that we can safely assume is there. It's a wonder that place somehow had life flourish. It's like the driest place on Earth! At least they have booze in the Sahara!
Well, the last time I was in Utah I was five and only interested in Allosaurus' and trilobites. Seems like that was the best time to visit, by your description.
Annoyed at having bought a crappy MIDI-USB cable that won't transmit custom instruments to my MT32 atm, really annoying having to wait another week or two for the replacement cable to arrive
I was so ready to play through lots of old Sierra games with greatly improved sound, funny how long a couple of weeks can seem when you're really anxious to try something out.
Well, the last time I was in Utah I was five and only interested in Allosaurus' and trilobites. Seems like that was the best time to visit, by your description.
It probably was. Visiting at any time after discovering the joys of drink is patently absurd.
Good lord, I'm tired of this one girl I know. She's a prideful, indignant, unreasonable, prissy, bitchy, insulting woman who doesn't listen to reason and finds some way to turn every argument around on me. I especially despise how she says "Good bye!" all the time just to be indignant when she has no intention of leaving the conversation at all. I finally had to just leave the conversation, because I couldn't possibly keep up with the myriad of ways she was demonizing me for this and that and blaming me for this and that. I'm never ever speaking to her again. I've just plain had enough of her bullshit.
That being said, I now feel the need to find a 12 foot Archaeopteryx specimen to put on the wall in my room. Or maybe just a mosquito in nectar. :P
I've always wanted a Utah Raptor claw myself. But given my Californian location, I'm much more likely to find my other favorite extinct species remains: smilodon fatalis, sabertoothed tiger.
Mainly, because I like the name. First, he smiles at you, then you die.
well...kind of had a mixed Vacation..some good some bad. Like completely getting screwed over on my 3DS that was fully payed for, because my old co worker didn't put my name on the list, still don't know if I have my Job.
Me and the girlfriend had a lovely weekend of staying inside, watching movies..and talking..so all in all. 4/5.
Good lord, I'm tired of this one girl I know. She's a prideful, indignant, unreasonable, prissy, bitchy, insulting woman who doesn't listen to reason and finds some way to turn every argument around on me. I especially despise how she says "Good bye!" all the time just to be indignant when she has no intention of leaving the conversation at all. I finally had to just leave the conversation, because I couldn't possibly keep up with the myriad of ways she was demonizing me for this and that and blaming me for this and that. I'm never ever speaking to her again. I've just plain had enough of her bullshit.
You should tell her off. It's not healthy to let this sort of aggression just build up!
I've always wanted a Utah Raptor claw myself. But given my Californian location, I'm much more likely to find my other favorite extinct species remains: smilodon fatalis, sabertoothed tiger.
Mainly, because I like the name. First, he smiles at you, then you die.
I never thought of it that way. Damn, that's badass. I mean, just... damn.
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I actually do like Galactica. Haven't finished it yet, mostly because I was having trouble finding season four, but I did like what I saw.
He just wants your apples.
That's *awesome.* By the way, Season Four will blow your mind. Just saying.
You've created a monster, Guru. No one can blame you, I mean: It is the way of men to make monsters...and it is the nature of monsters to destroy their makers. dun. dun. DUNNN!!!
I will have to watch it, then. I do love getting my mind blown. In the figurative sense of course. Any other sense would be potentially very messy.
There aren't enough laughter images in the word to express my reaction to this.
Oh what the hell. I'll laugh anyway.
Also, to whom is the facepalm directed? Is it more of a situational thing? Inquiring minds, Ally!
It was more of a general facepalm. I also really like that picture.
Alfred: Master Bruce sure has seemed lonely lately. I hope he finds a good woman soon.
Alfred: !!!
Bruce: What? It was just a pat on the ass.
Flasks are nice things. I have one myself, for when I'm in a noir mood.
My flask is awesome and I love it, but I want to replace it with one of these. It's what they used for Colonel Tigh's flask! Besides, mine leaks sometimes and doesn't have a contraband compartment.
Mine isn't quite so fancy. Just a standard flask with a Dalek on the side. To show off my inner Whovian.
Mine isn't even scifi! It's just... this:
It's on the floor because it had the audacity to run out.
Hey! That's the same type I have! Except mine is full and it's about four hundred miles away.
Wait, how did yours get Dalek'd then? Also, send it 400 miles this way. I wish to... borrow it.
My friend Dalek'd it and then gave it to me as a right before finals gift. I thanked her and then informed her that it probably wasn't the best thing to have right before intensive mental strain.
Also, I don't think that 400 miles would be nearly enough. You'd have to pick it up in Utah. Which is quite a drive for a flask filled with the taste equivalent of drain cleaner.
Oh, fine. I guess if I want to get plastered I've got to go all the way to the kitchen. I hope you can live with that on your conscience. The fact that you even managed to find booze of any quality in the State of Mormonopolis is nothing short of miraculous.
Oh, fine. I guess if I want to get plastered I've got to go all the way to the kitchen. I hope you can live with that on your conscience. The fact that you even managed to find booze of any quality in the State of Mormonopolis is nothing short of miraculous.
Conscience? Is that a disease of some sort?
Actually, I was sending it 400 miles east from it's current position, which would place it in Utah. The prospect of finding booze there is indeed quite preposterous.
It must be. Look at all the people who self medicate to deal with it!
Just over six ounces of booze in the whole state. That's all that we can safely assume is there. It's a wonder that place somehow had life flourish. It's like the driest place on Earth! At least they have booze in the Sahara!
Thank goodness I don't have that problem.
Well, the last time I was in Utah I was five and only interested in Allosaurus' and trilobites. Seems like that was the best time to visit, by your description.
I was so ready to play through lots of old Sierra games with greatly improved sound, funny how long a couple of weeks can seem when you're really anxious to try something out.
It probably was. Visiting at any time after discovering the joys of drink is patently absurd.
I did pick up some very nice trilobite specimens while I was there. I still have them all neatly in a cardboard box...somewhere...
But, yes. I do agree.
That being said, I now feel the need to find a 12 foot Archaeopteryx specimen to put on the wall in my room. Or maybe just a mosquito in nectar. :P
I've always wanted a Utah Raptor claw myself. But given my Californian location, I'm much more likely to find my other favorite extinct species remains: smilodon fatalis, sabertoothed tiger.
Mainly, because I like the name. First, he smiles at you, then you die.
Me and the girlfriend had a lovely weekend of staying inside, watching movies..and talking..so all in all. 4/5.
Also..I'M BACK BABY!
You should tell her off. It's not healthy to let this sort of aggression just build up!
FUCK YES
I never thought of it that way. Damn, that's badass. I mean, just... damn.
I find that biologists are often hilarious when it comes to naming things. This is but one example.