It'll be pretty boring most of the time, but it'll satisfy some pervert's needs.
My captcha is unsage so I have chosen a thread to do so with.
WOY! Make me a mask! No one sees who boyed off da ting!
The Necrobump this thread!
shudders and begins to move!
They can't troll you if there dead.
New to the "misheard lyrics that I like better than the actual ones" files:
"Even though love could burn you through, I will love you just the same"
(Actual lyrics: "Even though like a bird you flew, I will love you just the same")
dafuq did I just read
I could UNKO you right now
I came here to post what I'm thinking only to realize I'm not thinking of anything.
homo sex is gay
We're locked out!
Smoochy-sama didn't pay his bills.
We're accepting refugees!
I just want saovq back. I'll pay you daddycool I swear
You should all kill yourselves.
I want sayovicue back
The webmaster of saovq was killed in car crash last week, so thats the end forever.
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(¥_¥)Á- Anybody got a light?
(¥_¥)Á~ Thanks. Got a smoke?
U+216A (Roman Numeral Eleven) - The Unicode Character Reference
Ⅺ Unicode Roman Numeral Eleven
Celsus was neither a physician nor a surgeon, but rather
an intellectual patrician and a medical encyclopedist. His
writings had an important early influence on surgery and
he also examined the three contemporary rival medical
schools: dogmatic, methodic, and empiric. These writings
remain a valuable summary of the healing art for this peri-
od. As counselor to the emperors Tiberius and Caligula,
Celsus was held in great esteem. His book,
De Re Med-
was considered one of the most important early
medical documents after the Hippocratic writings. Be-
cause for a time his work was lost, he was one of the few
major authors not to be transcribed by the Arabists. It was
A cover-all derogatory statement, generally used to describe something when you cant think of the actual word.
Person 1: Damn, I don't have any money for booze, all i can afford are those suck ass jew-niggerings
Person 2: What PBR?
Person 1:Yeah, it tastes like ballsweat
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Shelob's Lair becomes "Honmonstrets lår" [the She-monster's Thigh]. The only explanation I can come up with is that the Swedish word for "thigh" is "lår" (pronounced "lawr"), which bears an extremely superficial resemblance to "lair".
When I was 8, a girl gave me a biscuit tin with her piss and a toy hot wheels car inside. I never spoke to her again after that.
( EÖE) Yep. All five of you are Beady Eyes. Can't fool me.
(( E-E) I'm not into the whole wearing a Beady Eyes mask thing.
((( EÖE) Guess who! Trick question! You can't!
((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( E-E) I am become Beadypillar.
(((( E-E) Who did you just kill? Who are you? A spikey ear killed another spikey ear.
( ß ß) Give me your biggest serving of Tang!
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Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
But still not as amazing as the 8000th is going to be! (Punctual gomez)
That's how I see it so far anyway.
I don't know who I am any more. (Punctual gomez)
Diabolical gomez (Punctual gomez)
High caliber gomez (Punctual gomez)
That's how I see it so far anyway.
I remember serving with Punctual Gomez in the Anglo-Zanzibar War. I was bunkered down in the trenches, ready to give up the ghost, when his plane flew overhead, just in time to bomb the enemy to smithereens.
One time I'd had a bit too much to drink, and ended up starting a fight with some angry-looking yakuza fellows. When one of them pulled a knife, I had already resigned myself to leaving that bar with a few broken ribs and possibly minus a kidney, when Punctual Gomez came out of the bathroom. He held three of them off with his masterful aikido technique while holding up the rear guard so we could escape.
The night I noticed that my refrigerator broken and all the food in it was no good, Punctual gomez was there with two medium two-topping pizzas, breadsticks, and a 2 liter Coke in less than 30 minutes.
When >>805 and I were in the war together, my wife back home started to go into labour. Punctual Gomez was there within minutes to drive her to the hospital. I did find it strange that she gave birth more than twelve months after I was enlisted, but luckily Punctual Gomez was there the whole time to see make sure she was well looked after.
Punctual gomez shipped my product on time. A++ would buy again.
Punctual Gomez ships a live bobcat in every 100th order. One of his customers in 100 is mauled by an enraged bobcat upon opening the box, but Punctual Gomez still has 99% positive feedback.
hack apart all the corpses of the people we just killed to make sure no one reanimates them later
What the fuck is going on here
There is certainly no shortage of bits of stone scattered about the room. You gather a few together and use your stone morphing (active skill) to convert them into five hira shuriken, setting you back by twenty mana. You have 265 mana remaining. You could probably sharpen them further with your stone sharpening (active skill), but, to be honest, they seem sharp enough to cause some damage as they are, so long as you throw them hard enough.
You increase your geokinesis level to eight, unlocking the following skills:
throw limbs onto the stone cube
initiate an amorous allemande to the stone cube
Having finally peed and gotten rid of that nagging discomfort, and having cast off a previous reality paradigm in blood and gunpowder, and having furthermore found a few new religious beliefs, I find myself entirely lacking in any real direction.
I feel bound to merely repeat basic things ritualistically for a while until I can recover and try to understand myself better.
I am thirsty. I must drink. I must find apple juice. If there is no apple juice nearby I must drink water. I must drink as much as I can hold without vomiting, and I must wait for my stomach to empty and drink again.
The answers will come later.
I am Jack's herniated bladder.
PUNCTUAL GOMEZ, PUNCTUAL GOMEZ
"total crap, but I enjoy it"
If Cortana worked in Spain, then it should be able to work in most of Latin America, and the differences in local variations of Spanish to Castilian would likely be more amusing than frustrating.
I got what he said. For the sake of clarity allow me a reiteration of my prior post: Establishing proof of concept is not the same as establishing an industry standard. This article is clearly about possibility and potential rather than execution and enterprise. His knee-jerk response, though entirely valid, is so unnecessary it borders on pedantic :D
Stunningly un-user-friendly, impossible to navigate, lacking in
anything to indicate to a new player where to go, what to do, or why
to continue wasting their time with an atrocious command system that
is neither coherent nor consistent. I honestly cannot imagine why
anyone would bother.
I like the expressions on the mohawk trolls face in this page, too bad it will be over for him soon.
The kid in the middle is most likely to become a serial killer.(👀) I see you!
Today I had a revelation. I once again realized how I hate this pathetic parody of a country. Let me share my revelation with you, Bernd.
Do you know what is the name of one of Russian cable network erotic channels? I found it out just today, by chance. It's called Russian Night, and as I heard these words, a bottomless abyss had opened before my eyes and looked into them.
As the West is undergoing its colorful Untergang, painted in all colors of the rainbow, the satanic Night reigns over Russia, and in the pitch-dark depth of it, there is a lone man: he's sitting in front of the TV, he's blankly staring into the screen, and on the screen, there is a bald merry midget giving the audience a lecture on the benefits of sunbathing. He's dressed like a jester, he makes everyone laugh; everyone but Russians. It's called RN, the channel, and The Russian Night with Merry Midget, the program. The man's hand is moving up and down, up and down. He likes the show the midget is giving to him, his black saliva is dripping from his chin, his heart is beating fast: doki-doki shichau no yo.
The wind is howling behind the window, and dashed lines of snow flurry hit the window glass which is thin, too thin, a mere crust over the bubbling ocean of snow that symbolizes everlasting repentance in our sad little story. He's on the ninth floor of a commieblock built upon bones, pus and hatred, and far below, transparent shadows of former humans are silently strolling across a snow field desperately searching for the last trolleybus; but it's long gone. And the man keeps moving up and down his hand with another part of the body I am too ashamed to name firmly, manly, umzumanly gripped in the palm, as if not seeing the face of a white mad monk clutching the handle of his hatchet in his hands and is patiently looking into the window.
Could you do it like how you did V2. Started with Noobland. Then it slowly stretched to Bandits and then the arena and then temple etc. When you make or complete an area then add it to the game. The updates would keep the game (even if its small) interesting. That would give people something to play and also provide you with ideas. It would get some excitement going about V3.