THE GRAMAPHONE BE MINE, YON GELATINOUS OGRE!

HOIST THE CRANBERRY, ACUPUNCTURE WILL CORRODE YOUR SOULS!!!!

MAXWELTON'S BRAE'S ARE BONNIE, BUT YOUR MOTHER SMELLS OF ELDERBERRIES

I SING THE SONG OF A DRUNKEN SAILOR.

MY BOB-TAILED NAG AWAITS.

~*~FIN~*~

Why are all the kidnapped children still here?

Did I miss something?

The red ones go faster.

Right well. Uhm. …Hullo. My name’s Shaun. New here, if that isn’t already obvious. And… … I’m rubbish at public speaking. …Typing.

There doesn’t happen to be any video games or consoles in this place, is there? Maybe a place where I could grab a pint? Or three...

Oh, and if there’s anyone named Liz out there, could you tell her that Shaun is looking ( Read more... )

Funny thing about online communities. If someone isn't checking them, and you're trying to get in contact with them on it?

They're not going to see it.

Who: Sawyer, Brian, anyone
What: Sawyer and Brian run into each other in the men's room. When/Where: Men's restroom

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Tim?

Is that you?

This place is disgusting.

Where's my mop?

Spikey says that if I PROMISE not to sing anymore he'll let me talk to you guys again.

Oh man, I cannot believe how secluded I am from the world right now. I mean, this has to be against every amendment ever written. Abraham Lincoln fought against this kind of thing, you know. And he won. It's wrong, and bad, even worse than me ( Read more... )