You do something creepy, like wonder what was really going on in that picture.
You do something creepy, like wonder what was really going on in that picture.
No matter what way you look at it, you have to go to bed. >_<
*leaves this thread open*
Bow before the mighty Javoo!
Oh- I get it. The early hours of the morning are when everyone spams, right? Because they think that no one will notice.
*yawns* Somehow, I think that book about message board culture would just be laughable. At least if it were truthful.
(Do they even know what you're talking about?)
I don't know... *yawn* Why don't you ask them?
(I'm not genuinely interested, you idiot! That's not what I'm here for...)
What are you here for?
(...)
Oh, well... Yeah, I know what you're here for. Don't get like that again...
(Get some sleep.)
Meh..i'm gone too....I want to see how this turns out in the morning.
491. You find Verloran's explanation strangely satisfying.
Amen to that, brother!
*collapses*
You know, or not.
338. You attempt to mix Verloran with Bacardi... and have some degree of success.
# -17: You actually read what this thread is about, and realize two things: It's ridiculous, and has come this far in only a day.
*doesn't like being mixed with anything*
You sympathize with the poor newer members, who seem to be lost in more than name.
Why did the number have to be 4,036?!
Would anyone care for a round of Trix Wars?
(Hmm... Not a bad name for a drink, though.)
(This is ridiculous.)
You're supposed to tell me things that I don't know...