Better watch out, sometimes us wimmens bite 
whoa!!! you live on a golf course? i knew there was someting magical there...
why do i always have to be the crazy one? other than the fact that it comes naturally and i like cheese? it's exhausting meeting the standards of the clinically insane, especially with all the experimental (and a few illegal) pharmaceuticals pumping through my body. some bring me down, others take me up, another took me to the airport but i couldn't stay in the white unloading zone for more than 5 minutes before being ushered on. it's safe to say i'm pulled in more directions than i can count, not because i cant count very high (darn you cheese grater accident!), but because i'm pulled in a lot of directions.
besides, we need the general commandery...commisariory....rosemary.... the general feeling of unity among all posters to take us through our last few hundred posts to the magical 15,000! it's like watching the universe end, only with moar "LOLOLOLOLOL" and "squirt" and Airplane quotes. hrmmm, actually..that's probably exactly like what the end of the universe is like.
every once in a while i'll toss in some inane and thoughtless rambling and the well placed "Go on...." and then fly off like Superman, including the underwear on the outside of my pants. but i cant carry the whole crazy load myself...i've tried, i got a herniated disc once and that led to a whole Rube Goldberg-esque cataclysm resulting in the destruction of small west Texas town and three VERY angry Sugar Gliders.
gasp! banana-pudding flavor cupcakes in vending machine! *Squuuuueeeeeee*
believe it or not, i once was a young lad and i got lucky enough to get invited to the birthday part of none other but Mr Larry Flint. in L.A...
yes, true story... no, i wasnt dreaming... anyways, there were 3 Hot tub size chocolate fountains around the party and guess what was swimming inside each one... yes, 2 nakid women... you would give them the cookie or marshmellow or fruit, they would dip it and hand it back to you.
heaven, i know...
Wheez.... Can I call you wheez? Reminds me of cheez...... Which leads to cheezits and then spray cheese in a can, then moving on to whipped cream in a can and we all know nobody buys that for their coffee
What level of crazy are we shooting for .....mildly entertaining.........a little over the top.......epic.........or.......
Halon pandemonium where we serve goat head with bacon put bells on the belly dancers have open bar open mic night no rules wet pv holder contests anything goes table dancing lap dancing balls sprinkled with glitter because we want the disco effect and we have to take a body count in the morning, police are called and the thread is shut down permanently? Where tomorrow we will open a new thread named the Halo Unofficial After Party?
Halon pandemonium where we serve goat head with bacon put bells on the belly dancers have open bar open mic night no rules wet pv holder contests anything goes table dancing lap dancing balls sprinkled with glitter because we want the disco effect and we have to take a body count in the morning, police are called and the thread is shut down permanently? Where tomorrow we will open a new thread named the Halo Unofficial After Party?
why do i always have to be the crazy one? other than the fact that it comes naturally and i like cheese? it's exhausting meeting the standards of the clinically insane, especially with all the experimental (and a few illegal) pharmaceuticals pumping through my body. some bring me down, others take me up, another took me to the airport but i couldn't stay in the white unloading zone for more than 5 minutes before being ushered on. it's safe to say i'm pulled in more directions than i can count, not because i cant count very high (darn you cheese grater accident!), but because i'm pulled in a lot of directions.
besides, we need the general commandery...commisariory....rosemary.... the general feeling of unity among all posters to take us through our last few hundred posts to the magical 15,000! it's like watching the universe end, only with moar "LOLOLOLOLOL" and "squirt" and Airplane quotes. hrmmm, actually..that's probably exactly like what the end of the universe is like.
every once in a while i'll toss in some inane and thoughtless rambling and the well placed "Go on...." and then fly off like Superman, including the underwear on the outside of my pants. but i cant carry the whole crazy load myself...i've tried, i got a herniated disc once and that led to a whole Rube Goldberg-esque cataclysm resulting in the destruction of small west Texas town and three VERY angry Sugar Gliders.
gasp! banana-pudding flavor cupcakes in vending machine! *Squuuuueeeeeee*
That I bet was a crazy party!!!!! I can only imagine. But these kind of parties make me mad...where's the nakid MEN passing out drinks, food or whatever?
What level of crazy are we shooting for .....mildly entertaining.........a little over the top.......epic.........or.......
Halon pandemonium where we serve goat head with bacon put bells on the belly dancers have open bar open mic night no rules wet pv holder contests anything goes table dancing lap dancing balls sprinkled with glitter because we want the disco effect and we have to take a body count in the morning, police are called and the thread is shut down permanently? Where tomorrow we will open a new thread named the Halo Unofficial After Party?
Crap where's tha goat? Who lettim out again?
You mean the headless one? Cuz Wheez is having it for dinner. EEWWWWWWWWW