There's an undercover plot to change this thread title to "Things you really really wish were true" based off of the responses given so far.
There's an undercover plot to change this thread title to "Things you really really wish were true" based off of the responses given so far.
EOFF is actually the seventh circle of hell.
This is a thread about conspiracy theories, Bubba, not things that are demonstrably true.
The secrets of the Illuminati are hidden safely away in Steve's posts because they are well aware that no one reads them in their entirety.
Del Murder and Miriel are actually Ling Ling and Hsing Hsing the pandas. Some EOFFers are still hoping for successful mating even though they're in captivity.
I was the someone who created all of you.
Only to come here, mingle among you, and pretend like I'm not above you. This is the only way I can get you all to notice. Sorry to spill this on you guys randomly in a conspiracy theory thread.
Maybe you're the only real member, and I am acting as all the others? I give them all their own unique personalities.
I don't know where I'm going with this. Someone write this EoFF fanfiction where I am your glorious leader, please.
I do love my toys.
Bow before the mighty Javoo!
TSoL has been replaced by Tommy Eidner ever since his attempted assassination left him catatonic.
More people on these forums know me in person than we allow you to know.
Shorty and I are married. Loony is actually my ex-wife, Roberta. I told Shorty I've been seeing Loony and Shauna on the side, but I just wanted to piss her off. Sephiroth is my militant Oberst, Hans Zeitler. jenovajunkie helped me escape an internment camp years ago.
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.