*slapsface* I know damn well what formaldehyde is Formaldehyde! I heard Necropophile or whatever his name was mention it one time.
If you wanted -
I'd embalm you.
*slapsface* I know damn well what formaldehyde is Formaldehyde! I heard Necropophile or whatever his name was mention it one time.
If you wanted -
I'd embalm you.
Ur....Originally Posted by Vincent, Thunder God
*slapsface* I know damn well what formaldehyde is Formaldehyde! I heard Necropophile or whatever his name was mention it one time.
If you wanted -
I'd embalm you.
It's not deadly, you know. You're already practically made of the stuff, Formaldehyde.
what even.
Face
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I don't believe VTG has been introduced to Cuchulainn yet.
Apparently, I have been declared banished.
Necronoctipus?*slapsface* I know damn well what formaldehyde is Formaldehyde! I heard Necropophile or whatever his name was mention it one time.
If you wanted -
I'd embalm you.
Necronopticus and I don't think Form was implying you didn't know something, Vinylidene polymer.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
if someone (read:FOA) wanted to change my username to that, I'd be cool.
foa can't change usernames. She is not an adminif someone (read:FOA) wanted to change my username to that, I'd be cool.
So wait. The whole Vanilla-Dean Paulie-Muir? Or just Vanilla-Dean?
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
And the sign-ups are now CLOSED.
Thank you all who have applied! Not to mention those who didn't apply but made this thread thus far quite amusing to read. I shall reveal the lucky male star of the show today, depending on when he get's my Mognet. After that, I shall Mognet him again to give me SIX questions for me to ask the contestants (who I have now also randomised and sorted). All of that will take place in a separate thread to keep things tidy, and this thread will transform into a game discussion thread which it kind of is anyway.
Stay tuned folks!
lol/ I really didn't think Form was going to present the chat so... Interviewy. I would have been... the same. Not off to a "fun" first start, I guess.
By the way, to be as possibly deliberate a nagging nit, Form harking means to listen. I believe you were going for "harping." You can't tell, but I'm making that flicky-tongue blalala tease sound.
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Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
This should be interesting. Good luck CONTESTANTS!
Apparently, I have been declared banished.
So why did I only realize that this is happening now?
EDIT: And it is thus amusing so far guys!
I forgot this was gouing on xD
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