I told you to give everyone online a usernote and you skip over yourself?
I take your challenge and I raise you a pound of falafel. Eat it.
Xaven.
I hear a shotgun and some advil will clear that right up.
Someday an egg head is going to come after you. And it will be a terrible day.
There once was a man named Jed. He woke up one morning and ate pancakes with lots of butter and syrup because he loved pancakes with lots of butter and syrup very much. Then he went to work at the travel office. He hummed as he walked to work, because he liked working at the travel office very much. While he was at work he stapled lots of files and organized lots of documents and copied many, many portfolios. Jed whistled while he stapled the files and organized the documents and made the many, many copied, because he liked stapling and organizing and copying very much. When work was over, Jed walked home. He whistled on the way, because he knew that once he got home there would be a box of pancake mix and lots of butter and syrup waiting just for him. As Jed was crossing the street to get to his apartment, a car came speeding around the corner. The driver was going much, much too fast, and couldn't avoid Jed in time. But at the last possible second, a stranger leapt from the sidewalk and pushed Jed out of the way of the moving car. Jed thanked the stranger and invited him up to his apartment for pancakes with lots of butter and syrup. The stranger accepted after asking Jed if he had any jam, because he too loved pancakes with lots of butter, but preferred jam to syrup. As Jed and the stranger walked into the apartment building and up the many, many flights of stairs to Jed's apartment, they whistled, because they both knew that in Jed's apartment there was a box of pancake mix and lots of butter and syrup and jam waiting just for them. Jed had a heart attack and died while he was walking up the stairs because he ate far too many pancakes with butter and syrup. The stranger stole his cat. He didn't think Jed would be missing it too much.
Your logic knows no bounds. NO BOUNDS.
Who wears short shorts?
You should acquire a fuzzy hat.
