Suddenly it was taken to the Xtreme point at which this thread hopefully will have a point, or hopefully die. And so the story ends here in some people's fantasies, but apparently not in real life, nor in cyberspace, because we all are going home.
To end the SYM thread we need our nukes, but where are they? Nobody knows. Alas, no blowing today! Anyway, we'll shut up and keep a low profile, or else a man in a chicken-costume will guide you throught the valleys and when you get through, you'll still be sick and you'll die within this damn thread, where more than 675 posts have been wasted in vain.
But, oh well, who cares anyway? What else would happen that's worse, except ofcourse seeing monkeys dance in peril, while the people watch in dismay and disbelief at the horror of this sight! (or the sight of two little birdies)
"Nevermore", cried the old bastard. Next thing you know, you're standing in a puddle of mudd concert. The filthy rockstars aren't clean at all! They're loud and absolutely not talented.
Except for some, donkeys are aliens. The others are natives in SYM, mindless slobbering trolls, but donkeys nonetheless.
The blue sky was very green. Paradoxal, but true..
While sniffing thongs, I contaminated you.
VX-Nerve gas causes you to suffocate instantly. No refund though, when Ik washed his linen.
Brynn got furious and started drooling about Ik being two letters from ikky, the sexy, but that's exaggeration. Indeed it is. No, it isn't. Maybe it is. "Who cares" said 'many things' at the meeting of 'what the heck?!'.
When Brynn finished her supper, she hit the SYMians with her whip and we all relished the pain that was caused and distributed it to Nasuke's mind, which was tiny but very dense, just like oxygene, and was capable of nothing more than what it could think of was behind the wall of doom.
This thread ain't ever going to reap chiblains on childrens, because we are deranged, maniacal geniuses that have created the tastiest pie, ever. Oozit wasn't good at math and couldn't count to THREE, the little chipmunk, so we'll forgive him, if he tries to keep to Ik's strict orders. "That's right, Brynn", said Ik, "and my snake's armpits hurt really much". So we decided that they had to give him a painkiller to not look like anyone related to terrorists, because they are rubber duckies.
It wasn't until Christmas Day, that we grilled shoes for the sake of the birth of the One the prophecy told, would eventually bring destruction. His name sounded something like Fable, or something to do with the 'f' word, but not the 'b' word. Except the only thing besides the rest, is that Fable-character.
You've probably washed your shorts 'till the colour of your face got tanned like Barry White... But the short's still a tad funky.
Do you think we'll all be fine aslong as this goes on? Not to worry though, it will eventually turn out to be deadly and we'll never understand why it doesn't ever end.
And we're at #812
The Three Word Game-Revised and Edited
#813-#1006
On the other side of earth it's autumn, but what do I know about seasons or anything for I don't care about the seasons OR anything! So will you just stop asking me to get rid of the bad and start helping to get rid of Ik instead? why so, I don't really understand because Brynn is the nicest person who ever slaughtered a spider. But, contrary to rumors, Robnark wasn't a notorious fish fetishist, like Aegis or the 'Moderator' deviants. He was a rooting, tooting, parachuting weirdo, who didn't even know how to light a saber... (Not a pair of buffalo testacles that are soaked in thicky-icky-goo because that stinks.)
There's a cornucopia in the fridge in the basket Which lead to unexpected results on the sour cream next to it the sour milk was drank by Locke (in secret). so no sour
granny's could take Magrus' comments his strange haircut that was long forgotten by younger people that were jealous. I'm drunk today too, so don't bother me with things like the gap in your mouth,it bothers me when you talk aloud, please stop shouting.
Silently the heroes hypocritically called, when I went toilet bathing with Smilie. slapping the sturgeon Macleod realized death was coming near very quickly, so he ran away. It didn't help becouse when he looked back he saw ik waving with Death behind the tree, hiding some where* far far away. meanwhile When evrybody was busy stealing priceless sheeps from a national sheep repository Luis already had bought. When he kissed Brynn and thought of what a wonderful dream he was having. He suddenly woke stuck to a chair in which he fell asleep while cooking dinner. He does that quite often, because it saves him time that he could now spend on worshipping the Great Sheep outside of Ik's bathroom.
When Luis worships Xandax he thinks he's a Sheep with his wooly humongous spam javellin Which is Very long. Xan's hair is infested with tiny, crawling, itching bugs, which was very rare in Denmark. Apart from the tiny stairs he was climbing the social ladder because he felt left out by a random guy who told him to shut up immediately. He responded with a big earsplitting roar, and drank some tequila.
Grimar and Adahn were forgotten. It was some strange creature who made disturbing noises in the cupboard knocking over bottles while tickling Sytze. Sytze didn't like the amount of spam he recieved from his fellow spammin terrorist, who was none other than the mighty fable, spamgod of the United States.
His duty was to remain impartial when overlooking the the great impartialness that fills the Fable, an impartial judge of SYM.
As the time went slower, the SYMers started getting confused and annoyed of all the delayed appointments and started spamming threads a lot faster than Grimar/Fibarfar could count. Yes, Grimar can count but not fast so he uses a calculator, butit doesn't help.
Yeah, we're spamming and we are good at it! But spam often
and thou shalt not covet thy closest neighbours spam nor Weasel's speedo. Somewhere else a small rodent named something unknown awakes and soon will terrorise SYM with
nasty pointy teeth , and make all Symians wet their exslusive dry SYM uniform.
As the famous Shakespear once wrote,
"Precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall,
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth,
Renowned for their deeds as far from home,
For Christian service and true chivalry,
As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry,
Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son,
This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land,
Dear for her reputation through the world,
Is now leased out, I die pronouncing it,
Like to a tenement or pelting farm:
England, bound in with the triumphant sea
Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame,
With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds:
That England, that was wont to conquer others,
Hath made a shameful conquest of itself."
Yeah, it'd been really cool if we could finish the last quote together, but hell, SYM is not that sophisticated
On the other side of earth it's autumn, but what do I know about seasons or anything for I don't care about the seasons OR anything! So will you just stop asking me to get rid of the bad and start helping to get rid of Ik instead? why so, I don't really understand because Brynn is the nicest person who ever slaughtered a spider. But, contrary to rumors, Robnark wasn't a notorious fish fetishist, like Aegis or the 'Moderator' deviants. He was a rooting, tooting, parachuting weirdo, who didn't even know how to light a saber... (Not a pair of buffalo testacles that are soaked in thicky-icky-goo because that stinks.)
There's a cornucopia in the fridge in the basket Which lead to unexpected results on the sour cream next to it the sour milk was drank by Locke (in secret). so no sour
granny's could take Magrus' comments his strange haircut that was long forgotten by younger people that were jealous. I'm drunk today too, so don't bother me with things like the gap in your mouth,it bothers me when you talk aloud, please stop shouting.
Silently the heroes hypocritically called, when I went toilet bathing with Smilie. slapping the sturgeon Macleod realized death was coming near very quickly, so he ran away. It didn't help becouse when he looked back he saw ik waving with Death behind the tree, hiding some where* far far away. meanwhile When evrybody was busy stealing priceless sheeps from a national sheep repository Luis already had bought. When he kissed Brynn and thought of what a wonderful dream he was having. He suddenly woke stuck to a chair in which he fell asleep while cooking dinner. He does that quite often, because it saves him time that he could now spend on worshipping the Great Sheep outside of Ik's bathroom.
When Luis worships Xandax he thinks he's a Sheep with his wooly humongous spam javellin Which is Very long. Xan's hair is infested with tiny, crawling, itching bugs, which was very rare in Denmark. Apart from the tiny stairs he was climbing the social ladder because he felt left out by a random guy who told him to shut up immediately. He responded with a big earsplitting roar, and drank some tequila.
Grimar and Adahn were forgotten. It was some strange creature who made disturbing noises in the cupboard knocking over bottles while tickling Sytze. Sytze didn't like the amount of spam he recieved from his fellow spammin terrorist, who was none other than the mighty fable, spamgod of the United States.
His duty was to remain impartial when overlooking the the great impartialness that fills the Fable, an impartial judge of SYM.
As the time went slower, the SYMers started getting confused and annoyed of all the delayed appointments and started spamming threads a lot faster than Grimar/Fibarfar could count. Yes, Grimar can count but not fast so he uses a calculator, butit doesn't help.
Yeah, we're spamming and we are good at it! But spam often
and thou shalt not covet thy closest neighbours spam nor Weasel's speedo. Somewhere else a small rodent named something unknown awakes and soon will terrorise SYM with
nasty pointy teeth , and make all Symians wet their exslusive dry SYM uniform.
As the famous Shakespear once wrote,
"Precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall,
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth,
Renowned for their deeds as far from home,
For Christian service and true chivalry,
As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry,
Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son,
This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land,
Dear for her reputation through the world,
Is now leased out, I die pronouncing it,
Like to a tenement or pelting farm:
England, bound in with the triumphant sea
Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame,
With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds:
That England, that was wont to conquer others,
Hath made a shameful conquest of itself."
Yeah, it'd been really cool if we could finish the last quote together, but hell, SYM is not that sophisticated
Up the IRONS!
Yeah we all have to deal with personal rights and obligations.
It's my personal right to see that picture and your obligation to share it. But I'll understand if you don't. I'll just be really disappointed in you. It would make me sad and it would probably ruin my already messed up week. But I'll understand, I'll get over it even if it takes a month. Don't post that picture if you don't want to, I don't want to upset your sister who will never find out and/or care about whether or not she is compared to you because it won't be the first time she has been, since she's your sister and thus will unconsciously be compared to you all the time.
Am I cute now? That's worth something, right?... (a picture)
It's my personal right to see that picture and your obligation to share it.
But I'll understand if you don't. I'll just be really disappointed in you. It would make me sad and it would probably ruin my already messed up week. But I'll understand, I'll get over it even if it takes a month. Don't post that picture if you don't want to, I don't want to upset your sister who will never find out and/or care about whether or not she is compared to you because it won't be the first time she has been, since she's your sister and thus will unconsciously be compared to you all the time. Am I cute now? That's worth something, right?... (a picture) [size=-1]An optimist is a badly informed pessimist.[/size]
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No one had to tell us that you are stunningly pretty Brynn, we can look in the photo album and see for ourselves. We're assuming your sister shares some likeness.
Also, this site is hosted in the US ans US laws dictate that the person who takes the picture hsas sole ownership of it and the subject has no say in the matter.
Also, this site is hosted in the US ans US laws dictate that the person who takes the picture hsas sole ownership of it and the subject has no say in the matter.
"Those who desire to give up freedom in order to gain security,
will not have, nor do they deserve, either one."
Thomas Jefferson
will not have, nor do they deserve, either one."
Thomas Jefferson