Salka

How about NEVER!?

I love you, Lindset.

Man, quit acting like a sissy girl and -- I mean, uh... okay, look. From now on, I'm going to be nice to everybody. Except people I hate. Alright? Starting... (BASTARDS! BASTARDS! BASTARDS!!!) ...Starting NOW! I love Deadworm and puppies and Deadworm. EDIT: I SAY NICE THINGS TO PEOPLE THE WHOLE TIME!!! In AIM conversations, mostly. Fine. I love Deadworm and puppies and Deadworm. I love Kingzjester and puppies and Kingzjester. I love Chris and puppies and Chris. I love Jake and baby seals and Jake. I love...I don't know... Marek and kittens and Marek. I love... .... who else is there...? I love... puppies and kittens and baby seals in general. Is that good enough for you?

I tend to ignore them. You see, I love you so much that sometimes, I feel the need to step back and say, "whoa, perhaps I love this guy a little too much," so I say something nasty and then I'm all like, "Okay, now, time to resume the loving." You see? You will notice this pattern of love frequents my posts. Especially my posts to you, darling.

Oh, nothing. I'm like that with everybody. It means I love you.

Pray tell, fair Kthumb, from whither doest thou Poring spring forth?

EDIT: Right, what the hell is this smiley supposed to be?????

Whoa, whoa, whoa. This is off topic, but... I was just about to post a relevant reply when I noticed where the fourth arm/hand is on my Baby Schafer avatar. That was completely unintentional, and is actually gross. Nobody wants to see Baby Schafer being touched in that way.

Anything wrong, Signor Remo? (I'm trying to remember my Junior cert Italian, but I just keep thinking of French words. And to think, only a few weeks ago I was almost fluent. Pretty much.)

Those pictures are awesome. If Italians weren't all such bastards, it would be the perfect country.

I've always wanted to visit the City of Italy, too.

Finally got around to cleaning out your stash of porno, eh? UPDATE: One fly has started to wash his face, weakly, with his last remaining threads of life. I want to get a little flannel and wipe his mouth for him, except that I'd probably just end up crushing his upper body. I've got to get rid of them eventually. I can't just leave them lying there until they rot away into bones and then the bones turn in to dust and I breath in the dust at night through my mouth while I'm sleeping. But I can't vacuum the little bastards up either, because some of them aren't quite dead yet. And what if the ones that were still alive clambered over the bodies of their fallen brothers in the vacuum and crawl out of the hosepipe like a million little soldiers seeking revenge, and crawl all over me while I'm asleep, regurgitating and then eating their vomit all over my face? That's pure nightmare material. And yet, I'm not going to hold a separate funeral for each and every one. I could sweep them up and throw them outside the window, like a little snow-cloud full of dead flies. But they'd probably embed themselves in the flower beds underneath my windows and grow into wild, uncontrollable fly-trees or something. I am at loss. There seems to be no way of winning. Perhaps I should research the enemy?

Or hot, little, or a man, either. Shame, that.

Now, I just spent all day analysing the Form and Structure of Paintings, so I guess I'm qualified to scrutinize Penny Arcade comic strips now. We can see Gabe's latent underlying homosexual tendancies if we delve deep in to this picture; check out the position of Pacman's left hand and thumb. I KNOW. EDIT: Chris isn't underage by Irish standards. Only by twisted American standards and, let's face it, those guys don't have a clue. EDIT #2: Trep, your avatar is awesome.

Hip Replacement!

Hippocrates. (Not Hypocrites)

Grim Fandango? I think I've heard of that game somewhere before.. (On Topic: Halo, Crimson Skies, Splinter Cell, etc.)

In case you missed it on Ron's Weblog (I rarely ever click any of those links, so it happens to me a lot), check out the third picture down. Best immature humor ever.

Only the ones with no sense of humour.

Welcome to Idle Thumbs!

Wait, wait. So, there is a danger-filled mystery brewing in Modern Day Paris, involving an underground cult and a sinister plot for world domination hatched by evil Irish Jew Nazis who have conveniently recorded their blood-sacrifice meetings on widescreen DVD... Chris and Trep catch the next flight to Paris, armed only with their laptops, installed with FrenchNOW! and with Babelfish high in their list of bookmarks... Track down the underground cult chamber and navigate the death-filled Labyrinths, of which the walls are lined with the skulls and bones of millions of dead, cruelly hoisted from their graves hundreds of years ago... Trepsie screamed and leapt behind Chris. "A movie-style cobweb! A movie style cobweb!" He squealed. "You live in San Francisco, Chris. You're used to spiders. You go first." Chris edged forward, his hand unconciously sweeping the cobwebs aside as he held the flaming, Indiana Jones-style torch in front of him to light the dark, damp path. The skeletal remains that lined the walls seemed to leer at them menacingly as they turned the corner, finding themselves in the very heart of the Underground Labyrinth: the Cult Headquarters. "It's exactly like I imagined it, Trep!" Chris said excitedly, his eyes lighting up. He shoved the torch into Trepsie's hands and fell to his knees, scrambling to unzip his backpack. "What do you mean, Dr Remo?" Trepsie breathed heavily. "Imagine Grim Fandango on that size screen!" Chris cleared some of the years worth of grit, grime and dust from the floor with his hand, and set out his laptop and CD cases. "I've been searching for a screen like this for years. And I've finally found it! Did you remember to bring Kleenex?"

Everybody wants to.

Hey, Stevan, get over onto AIM so I can punch you. This must be that woodstock place Mom and Dad are always talking about.

There's nothing wrong with Fag Hags.

Wow, that is an awesome name!