Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 12:34 pm
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As for more serious matters I have been informed that some of the forum moderators do not wash their hands after using a toilet. This is really not our business but in order to keep these forums clean we must find out who these people are, and help them back on the track of clean hands.
Photographical evidence highly objected.
Then I would be curious to know Dragon Wench’s connection to sugar pop band called the Twisted Sisters.
http://www.uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Friedrich_Nietzsche This so does not contain pornography.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twisted_Sister
http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/David_Hasselhoff This link actually contains sick images. Click, click, click, and click. Do not click it.
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Then there is that one matter. I am not quite sure if I should talk about this, but I am too tired to care as probably are you too.
I was sitting in my favourite café looking quite viciously to everyone who tried to sit next to me. I know that in my table there were three empty seats. But I just like to sit alone and read my copy of Les Miserables. But apparently some rather young person had decided that he would stand and sat next to me. I lowered my book and gave him full glare of my venomous and ghoulish eye. He shunned and tried to escape, but sadly remained on his seat. I raised my book and continued to read hoping that he would not want to talk.
My hopes were as good as air as he typically commented about the weather. So unwillingly I ordered a cup of tea and joined his battle proposal. Sadly for my own good I had to notice that he had one of the best posh accents that I had heard for sometime, his witty comments time to time even surprised me. But I wouldn’t comment him as especially hansom; he also has that little touch of charisma, but not much more than that.
Our murky discussion continued and I found out quite many things about him while keeping information about me as vague as possible. I found out that he usually is partaking on forums at http://www.gambanshee.com/forums . Knowing that, it was easy to lead our little chat to full-fledged debate about current British politics. He survived and apparently I did the same thing too. It did not take long to hear why he was infiltrating my personal table; it was because of cancelled meeting. He had supposed to see a new movie at the theatre. At some rare moment of sympathy I suddenly suggested that we should go and see a movie together, both of us liked romantic comedies and that new movie of this genre was soon playing, lovely movie called Syriana. Day was at its end and sun was setting its glare over foggy Manchester we shared our phone numbers and said goodbyes. But as a polite British man he decided to take me home, and I closed the door behind me.
I must admit that he was a rather nice bloke but there was something terrible wrong with him. Nothing more than a hunch at the back of my head quietly tingling words of danger. Well you would do better to see it by yourselves.
I hereby present you the Ravager.
http://www.uncyclopedia.org/images/4/4e/Kefka.jpg
I believe that you agree with me.
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Science fiction, it is nothing but science fiction. No hunch of logic or common truths. I will surely regret posting this.
Remove this before posting it. [/Notification]
As for more serious matters I have been informed that some of the forum moderators do not wash their hands after using a toilet. This is really not our business but in order to keep these forums clean we must find out who these people are, and help them back on the track of clean hands.
Photographical evidence highly objected.
Then I would be curious to know Dragon Wench’s connection to sugar pop band called the Twisted Sisters.
http://www.uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Friedrich_Nietzsche This so does not contain pornography.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twisted_Sister
http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/David_Hasselhoff This link actually contains sick images. Click, click, click, and click. Do not click it.
…
Then there is that one matter. I am not quite sure if I should talk about this, but I am too tired to care as probably are you too.
I was sitting in my favourite café looking quite viciously to everyone who tried to sit next to me. I know that in my table there were three empty seats. But I just like to sit alone and read my copy of Les Miserables. But apparently some rather young person had decided that he would stand and sat next to me. I lowered my book and gave him full glare of my venomous and ghoulish eye. He shunned and tried to escape, but sadly remained on his seat. I raised my book and continued to read hoping that he would not want to talk.
My hopes were as good as air as he typically commented about the weather. So unwillingly I ordered a cup of tea and joined his battle proposal. Sadly for my own good I had to notice that he had one of the best posh accents that I had heard for sometime, his witty comments time to time even surprised me. But I wouldn’t comment him as especially hansom; he also has that little touch of charisma, but not much more than that.
Our murky discussion continued and I found out quite many things about him while keeping information about me as vague as possible. I found out that he usually is partaking on forums at http://www.gambanshee.com/forums . Knowing that, it was easy to lead our little chat to full-fledged debate about current British politics. He survived and apparently I did the same thing too. It did not take long to hear why he was infiltrating my personal table; it was because of cancelled meeting. He had supposed to see a new movie at the theatre. At some rare moment of sympathy I suddenly suggested that we should go and see a movie together, both of us liked romantic comedies and that new movie of this genre was soon playing, lovely movie called Syriana. Day was at its end and sun was setting its glare over foggy Manchester we shared our phone numbers and said goodbyes. But as a polite British man he decided to take me home, and I closed the door behind me.
I must admit that he was a rather nice bloke but there was something terrible wrong with him. Nothing more than a hunch at the back of my head quietly tingling words of danger. Well you would do better to see it by yourselves.
I hereby present you the Ravager.
http://www.uncyclopedia.org/images/4/4e/Kefka.jpg
I believe that you agree with me.
…
Science fiction, it is nothing but science fiction. No hunch of logic or common truths. I will surely regret posting this.
Remove this before posting it. [/Notification]
