I like a bit of roleplay from time to time. My level 10 thief kicks butt with his +2 longsword of thwappage...
*thinks for a moment*
...Oh, that kind of roleplay? Yeah, guess I'd be up for some of that... :grin:
It seems that Channel 4 have made it blatantly obvious that they want to see some shagging this year.
Co-habitation, sharing beds and the biggest collection of posers, tarts and queens so far...
Got to be vanilla coke. And none of that diet stuff, neither.
It's simple, everyone just stops using any form of petroleum based fuel driven vehicle for one month. Once the country grinds to a halt, the government will have to think again.
*sigh*
Whilst I applaud the sentiments in this chain email, its method of delivery is just going to clog up mail servers around the country as people forward this on multiple times.
Three hundred million people? That means that every single person in this country will have recieved this email at least 6 times! And that's assuming 100% internet access! The mail servers at the ISPs are going to be melting under the strain.
Calm down mate, I'm not that way inclined either. If you had read the original post properly, you would have seen that I was offering the chance to be judges for the contest, nothing more, nothing less.
Apologies if we appeared to be having a go at your spelling. That was not our intention , honest.
corpOral punishments as well... :mrgreen:
Transporter technology from StarTrek to be invented, so that I could beam WBB over here.
For all the worlds religions to suddenly realise that they believe in the same god after all and put aside their differences.
To not have spent all of my life in an opiate-induced haze because my body turns wheat and milk proteins into morphine derivatives.
World peace to spontaneously break out.
George 'Dubya' Bush to spontaneously combust. :twisted:
For all charges against Michael Jackson to be dropped after it's realised that all the evidence just points to the fact that he's 'just plain wierd'.
To all the contenders in the Best Boobs Contest: (and anyone else who wants to enter)
I'm taking names for the first annual Best Boobs inspection, to be held in Norwich at some point in the near future. All interested parties sign up :small-print: here...
Any of the lads who want to be judges, put your names down too...
most definitely.
In fact, I have just posted a sign-up thread in the Meet-up forum for this very event...
They are all so lovely, I can't choose between them.
I think I may have to invite you all down here to Norwich for a personal inspection...
Just a note to the mods to ask that you delete my forum profile.
I don't know why I thought I'd stand a chance on here, but hey, I guess it was worth a shot.
Guess I'll just wander off and return to my sad, lonely life now...
That was close, nearly lost it off the first page again...
Can we make make this thread all sticky please?
*looks to the mods with a sad, pleading look in his eyes*
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Lots of hugs there from one who has been through that too many times and knows how much it hurts...
Well, whilst I do enjoy Star Trek, you wouldn't catch me going to a convention.
My problem is that whilst I have excellent computer skills, I have a severe lack of social skills due to my having a high functioning autistic spectrum disorder called Asperger's Syndrome.
There are days when I wish that I could trade in my computing knowledge if it would allow me to recognise facial expressions or other body language, or understand even a few of the unwritten rules of 'normal' social interaction. But then, if I were to do that, I would no longer be me.
For me, social interaction is sitting in front of this computer, posting on message boards like this one. (Well, alright, I do get away from it occassionally, but not often.)
An analogy may help at this juncture:
Imagine if you will that you see people playing a game. Everyone seems to have a copy except you. You look at the game and it looks very complex and intriguing and everyone seems to be having lots of fun playing it. So, you ask one of the players how to obtain a copy. He tells you that you should have been given a copy when you were born, you tell him that you weren't, so he gives you an address where you can write off to and they'll send you a copy of the game free...
When the game arrives, it comes in a plain brown box, with nothing to indicate the name of the game. You open the box to find thousands of strangely shaped pieces, several game boards that link together in a way that you can't fathom out and several decks of blank cards. Despite searching everywhere in and on the box, you are unable to locate any instructions on how to play the game, so you go to the person who you asked about the game before and enquire about instructions on how to play. He laughs and says that you should have been born with that knowledge already implanted in your mind. You ask him to teach you how to play the game, but you're sure that every time he explains it to you, he keeps changing some of the rules...
Well, this thread is in danger of disappearing off the bottom of the first page, so...
BUMP!
WooHoo!</Homer>
Well, that's boosted my ego a bit... :happy:
Cool, I hope you like men with large hard disks... :grin:
*sigh*
Guess the ladies don't go for geeks on here...
Ah well...
*gets coat*