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by **john9blue** on Mon Oct 19, 2009 12:45 pm

Sea Of Trolls=CC Forums?

by **jsholty4690** on Mon Oct 19, 2009 9:47 pm

Why is it called the Red Sea, when it is not Red?

by **john9blue** on Tue Oct 20, 2009 12:34 am

jsholty4690 wrote:Why is it called the Red Sea, when it is not Red?

Both posts were about seas. YOU LOSE!

by **jonesthecurl** on Tue Oct 20, 2009 6:41 am

john9blue wrote:
jsholty4690 wrote:Why is it called the Red Sea, when it is not Red?

Both posts were about seas. YOU LOSE!

nice spot.

by **ser stiefel** on Tue Oct 20, 2009 8:02 am

The splash radius of a toilet is usually 3 to 4 feet (so you may want to rethink where you keep your toothbrush, no?)

by **jonesthecurl** on Wed Oct 21, 2009 10:51 pm

I just got a copy of Unfairground the first new album from Kevin Ayers in 15 years. I haven'r had a chance to give it a good listen yet.

by **trinicardinal** on Thu Oct 22, 2009 1:19 pm

new game just started rt dubs

by **jonesthecurl** on Thu Oct 22, 2009 2:59 pm

Mackerel.

by **ser stiefel** on Fri Oct 23, 2009 1:47 pm

Listen, strange women lyin' in ponds distributin' swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.

by **jonesthecurl** on Fri Oct 23, 2009 7:08 pm

Doing some last-minute preparation for tomorrow's murder evening.

by **Quirk** on Sat Oct 24, 2009 7:15 am

I just want to hurt others. Is that so wrong?

by **jonesthecurl** on Sat Oct 24, 2009 8:53 am

More soccer games rained off.

by **ser stiefel** on Sat Oct 24, 2009 11:06 am

My brother and I just finished a small Geocaching trip.

by **Quirk** on Sat Oct 24, 2009 11:08 am

Ham lunch meat? Sure.
Turkey lunch meat? OK.
Chicken lunch meat? Get the f*ck outta here with that shit!

by **Apayah** on Sat Oct 24, 2009 12:20 pm

Im sleepy...

by **Quirk** on Tue Dec 29, 2009 10:01 pm

And they are saying, "Forget the night. Live with us in forests of azure."

by **ser stiefel** on Tue Jan 12, 2010 9:49 pm

Everybody was a baby once, Arthur. Oh, sure, maybe not today, or even yesterday. But once. Babies, chum: tiny, dimpled, fleshy mirrors of our us-ness, that we parents hurl into the future, like leathery footballs of hope. And you've got to get a good spiral on that baby, or evil will make an interception.