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Post by minionleader on Mar 3, 2011 17:06:16 GMT -5
No. That is not the sound of leaking gas line near an open flame. Nor is it the sound of waking up to a venomous snake on your chest. The source of this sound is worse. It is the sound of everything you love being seared by a tumultuous wave of molten rock.
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Post by Guardsman Patrick on Mar 8, 2011 9:44:10 GMT -5
I would have to agree that you have indeed found the source of all my worst fears. I think I will go have scary dreams now k thx
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Post by minionleader on Mar 14, 2011 9:31:47 GMT -5
I did not have a plan for this thread beyond that first post.
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Post by Guardsman Patrick on Mar 16, 2011 8:33:20 GMT -5
I did, it's called having creative vision. Mainly it just entails making shit up until people either agree that it is good or lose interest... much like the boards.
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Post by minionleader on Mar 17, 2011 15:53:10 GMT -5
Are you saying that I should employ that plan? Wouldn't that cause a positive feedback system, and never end? I ain't real keen on being witty until the end of my days.
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Post by Guardsman Patrick on Mar 17, 2011 17:48:07 GMT -5
I learned once that you should live every day like it's your last... not that this really applies, I'm just pointing it out.
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Post by minionleader on Mar 19, 2011 12:50:04 GMT -5
Yeah. That advice is never applicable. Not unless you don't get full use out of your last day, that is.
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Post by Guardsman Patrick on Mar 19, 2011 23:30:20 GMT -5
I spent my last days sleeping. You could argue that it was technically a coma... but...
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Post by minionleader on Mar 24, 2011 20:28:18 GMT -5
A coma is no excuse. No matter what, if you don't spend your last days snorting cocaine off the belly of a prostitute, it is a last day wasted.
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Post by Guardsman Patrick on Mar 25, 2011 7:55:34 GMT -5
Does the quality or ethnicity of the prostitute matter? I always hear that you want the Colombian ones.
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