Full Version: Happy Birthday Showtopper!
Happy Birthday Showstopper!
I was gonna say that
QUOTE (ShakeZuma @ Tuesday, May 6th, 2008, 12:33 PM) 
I was gonna say that
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bah.
QUOTE (qyayqi @ Tuesday, May 6th, 2008, 11:02 AM)
bah.
sorry, you can make one also. I bet mine would get locked first.
Q wins again, he's like 5 levels deep.
Happy Birthday showstopper!
Happy Birthday showstopper!
It falls to few of us to interview our better selves. My Utopian self is, of course, my better self—according to my best endeavours—and I must confess myself fully alive to the difficulties of the situation. When I came to this Utopia I had no thought of any such intimate self-examination.
The whole fabric of that other universe sways for a moment as I come into his room, into his clear and ordered work-room. I am trembling. A figure rather taller than myself stands against the light.
He comes towards me, and I, as I advance to meet him, stumble against a chair. Then, still without a word, we are clasping hands.
The whole fabric of that other universe sways for a moment as I come into his room, into his clear and ordered work-room. I am trembling. A figure rather taller than myself stands against the light.
He comes towards me, and I, as I advance to meet him, stumble against a chair. Then, still without a word, we are clasping hands.
QUOTE (SuitedAces21 @ Tuesday, May 6th, 2008, 8:42 PM)
It falls to few of us to interview our better selves. My Utopian self is, of course, my better self—according to my best endeavours—and I must confess myself fully alive to the difficulties of the situation. When I came to this Utopia I had no thought of any such intimate self-examination.
The whole fabric of that other universe sways for a moment as I come into his room, into his clear and ordered work-room. I am trembling. A figure rather taller than myself stands against the light.
He comes towards me, and I, as I advance to meet him, stumble against a chair. Then, still without a word, we are clasping hands.
The whole fabric of that other universe sways for a moment as I come into his room, into his clear and ordered work-room. I am trembling. A figure rather taller than myself stands against the light.
He comes towards me, and I, as I advance to meet him, stumble against a chair. Then, still without a word, we are clasping hands.
You suck at plagiarizing. Or are you just a H.G. Wells fan?
http://underthesun.cc/Classics/Wells/Moder...rnUtopia50.html
QUOTE (king_tanner @ Wednesday, May 7th, 2008, 1:28 AM)
You suck at plagiarizing. Or are you just a H.G. Wells fan?
http://underthesun.cc/Classics/Wells/Moder...rnUtopia50.html
http://underthesun.cc/Classics/Wells/Moder...rnUtopia50.html
hey, assfuck, that was between me and SS24. keep your speedo wearing, child molesting ass out of it.
QUOTE (SuitedAces21 @ Wednesday, May 7th, 2008, 8:30 AM)
hey, assfuck, that was between me and SS24. keep your speedo wearing, child molesting ass out of it.
easy tiger grrrrrr
What's wrong with wearing speedos? If you got it flaunt it baby.
QUOTE (king_tanner @ Wednesday, May 7th, 2008, 1:28 PM)
easy tiger grrrrrr
What's wrong with wearing speedos? If you got it flaunt it baby.
What's wrong with wearing speedos? If you got it flaunt it baby.
you disgust me.
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