Intrepid Homoludens

Someone please open the windows.

So, um....... ........who's paying you to say this? (Pssst! Guys, I think he's actually an adbot.)

When isn't she being insane? erm.....

Yufster: "Oh my god! Let's make out!"

What are you talking about? I love eating different kinds of babies!

What would I have for dinner, then?

I can see the headlines now: Serial Rapist Caught, Blames His Depression And Acts Of Crime On Popular Computer Game Half-Life 2. Senator Lieberman Lobbies For video games To Be All Things To Everyone As Preventative Measure. Record Number Of Soccer Moms Seek Psychiatric Help Following Their Concerns Over Whether video games Will Appeal To Everyone. I take it you didn't like HL2, and that you think the glass is half-empty. ...... < locks his doors and hides in the basement >

You could always say: "Oh, I'm sorry, no Jesus today. But, we have this lovely Indian romantic comedy musical from Bollywood with a Hindu theme. Just released, too!!" And give them this face:

Yes, Rusalka, everything is dandy.

AHA!! I knew it! You little tart! Now you're after someone else at work! Sex hound! Sex fiend! Sex zombie! Pregnant fountain of shameless acts of carnal gluttonous sex!! [phone rings] Rusexka: "PC Planet. This in Rusalka The Insatiable Nymph, how may I help you?" Customer (male): "Yes, hello. I was thinking of upgrading my system but I have a couple of questions and --" Rusexka: "I'm sorry, sir, but could you repeat your greeting, please?" Customer: "Excuse me?" Rusexka: "Your greeting. Could you just say 'Yes, hello' once more, but do it in a lower voice. And speak slowly this time, please." Customer: "Um.........Yesss.....helloo..." Rusexka: "Oh yes. Yes, that's good. Now, just say 'yes' a few times, and lower. And pretend you're breathing heavily while at it." Customer: "I beg your pardon? Is this some sort of --" Rusexka: "SAY IT!!" Customer: ".....Yes....yes....yes, yes, yes, yes...." [panting sounds] Rusexka: "Oh....o god....I......" Dave: "Hey, Rusalka, how's it going?" Rusexka [slams down phone]: "Everything's fine. Just....just another satisfied customer telling me what a great job I'm doing, is all." Dave: "Hmmm, the tenth one this week, eh? Excellent. Carry on." Rusexka: "Right."

I whisper a lot, breath heavily, and say "Mmmmmmm!" innumerable times during hot passionate lovemaking but.....no.

He is not, wormsie. He is merely practicing for when you finally do something rad, like dye your hair blue or something.

Ask Kingz. No fooking comment. Is this the same guy I think it is? If so, I'm slapping you for stereotyping us types as necros. We prefer our own, and we prefer them alive and excited as we *BLEEP* all over them in ecstacy. Read the above. Ask Kingz. Let me guess: It's that time of the month, right? Yeah. You're not Irish. Now go eat some cheese.

Sorry, I don't do Jesus. I try to do Taoism.

Hey, go kick Rusalka's ass. She's the one who has very questionable hair brought up this mess! ......um, what kind of baby?

What are you talking about, wormsie? Every time you walk by at AG Erwin turns his head. ...........

She murdered her sister because sis looked far more handsome as a man than she herself ever could. Jealousy, plain and simple.

Nah, the runoffs ended up here.

And wot a nice armpit it is. .....hmmm, what would it take?

I told wormsie that you, he, and I should be at some mixed bar having drinks right now in Paris, possibly near the Sorbonne campus. I know EXACTLY the kind of girl you want, Kingz.

What kind of dog is it?

Can't. Rusalka would kill me. Darling.

Hey you! Stop abusing that Who's Online function again!

O c'mon, Rusalka, don't be jealous. If anything I'd French kiss you first.