Nexa, you are brilliant!
Just what the situation as it exists now calls for.
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Aripyanfar the Eccentric wrote:
Nexa, you are brilliant!
Just what the situation as it exists now calls for.
Just what the situation as it exists now calls for.
I just want him to write so I can follow up with a letter from the "FBI" stating that we think she may have had correspondance from a fugitive that we are trying to track and that we would appreciate her cooperation in our man-hunt.
Nexa
“It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But a half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor.â€
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
Kyoshindi wrote:
I could do that for free under the guise of offical use. 
Well, uh, welcome back Anna. 
Did you lose faith?
Yes, I lost faith in the powers that be.
But in doing so I came across the will to disagree.
And I gave up. Yes, I gave up, and then I gave in.
But I take responsibility for every single sin. ♪ ♫
Thank god I stopped playing MMOs.
Yes, I lost faith in the powers that be.
But in doing so I came across the will to disagree.
And I gave up. Yes, I gave up, and then I gave in.
But I take responsibility for every single sin. ♪ ♫
Thank god I stopped playing MMOs.
Samira wrote:
Annabella wrote:
Also, I told her, "I'm 36 years old and I have some random dude named 'Hellboy' calling my mother...how embarrassing."
Well, if she ever plays the "When are you going to settle down and have kids?" card, you can alway trump her with "Oh FINE, let me call Hellboy back."
I usually tell her that I'm willing to go down to the docks and make her some grandbabies. Now I have something even more threatening.
Turin wrote:
Seriously, what the f*ck nature?
Soracloud wrote:
HESGUNNAEATEVERYTHINGINSITECAUSEHEISGYNORMOUS.
You know , you'd think a man as large as ($texas, hugeleikxbox, etc) would have a higher alcohol tolerance. It honestly boggled my mind.
The creepyness of the OoT goes up by 0.1.
The creepyness of the OoT reaches 100!
The creepyness of the OoT reaches 100!
tarubstchef wrote:
Soracloud wrote:
HESGUNNAEATEVERYTHINGINSITECAUSEHEISGYNORMOUS.
You know , you'd think a man as large as ($texas, hugeleikxbox, etc) would have a higher alcohol tolerance. It honestly boggled my mind.
Thats a typical misconception. Fat people usually get drunk quicker. Muscle can absorb alcohol, while fat can not. Seeing as Hellboy is 98% Fat, it goes right to his nervous system.
Think of when you marinate a steak. The fat doesn't absorb any the liquid, the muscle/meat does.
Lady Annabella wrote:
Also, I told her, "I'm 36 years old and I have some random dude named 'Hellboy' calling my mother...how embarrassing."
I just don't want her to tell my relatives and then I'll be grilled about it again and again. So embarrassing.
Turin wrote:
Seriously, what the f*ck nature?
General Exodus wrote:
The ************* of the OoT goes up by 0.1.
The ************* of the OoT reaches 100!
The ************* of the OoT reaches 100!
Apparently...nobody ever quits the OoT because they go after you if you do.
"Blood in, blood out."
"Blood in, blood out."
Did you at least feel the love from the OOT Anna?
General Exodus wrote:
Apparently...nobody ever quits the OoT because they go after you if you do.
"Blood in, blood out."
"Blood in, blood out."
Death is the only escape from the OOT.
Mindel wrote:
General Exodus wrote:
Apparently...nobody ever quits the OoT because they go after you if you do.
"Blood in, blood out."
"Blood in, blood out."
Death is the only escape from the OOT.
Ask DB. Sometimes, death doesn't even keep you away from the internet, let alone the OOT.
MrsGemini, Mercenary Major wrote:
Did you at least feel the love from the OOT Anna?
Oh sure, I just wish they had called me instead. Getting my mom involved is just a headache. It's sweet but annoying.
Turin wrote:
Seriously, what the f*ck nature?
I have a creepy stalker story
Several years ago I worked for a Rock Radio station. I would do promotions 7 nights a week. Get on Mic, through out shirts, do games, shit like that. I met thousands of people and hundreds of venues. I used my real name, never my last though.
So for about 2 weeks I would receive random incoherent messages on my answering machine @ home from some guy asking something along the lines of if his wife was there. She wasn't. So one day I get a message on the voicemail at work and he goes on to say that he knows I am banging his wife and that we need to have a "talk." I am still clueless to who this person could be, I wasn't seeing anyone at the time. He goes on to say "You live at 401 Sunset Ave, its the big white house on the corner across from the lake." You get home at around 5pm I will be there at 5:15."
Yeah, he had gotten my address, had visited my house, followed me around and knew my work schedule.
So I call the cops and they tell me to go to the station before I go home (they couldn't justs send someone out) so that an officer could follow me. I did not trust this guy, I can handle an *** beating but he didn't sound right, I was afraid I'd be stabbed or shot.
So I leave work and pull into a convenience store right across the street from my office to get a pack of smokes. I come out and a guy is standing next to my car. He asks if I am Keith and I say yes and he tells me his name. It was the crazy guy (adorn in aqua sweatpants and I think a members only jacket) I clenched my fists and readied myself.
He then says, "I think I might have the wrong guy, you don't look like the type that would be fooling around with my wife"
He tells me how his wife is a crack head (literally) and said she has been cheating on him with her dealer and a guy named Keith at the radio station (I guess my name was the first thing to popped into her rotted brain after a night of boozing). Apparently she said that to **** off her husband. We chatted a little more then went our separate ways.
Yep, all the crack heads want my junk.
Several years ago I worked for a Rock Radio station. I would do promotions 7 nights a week. Get on Mic, through out shirts, do games, shit like that. I met thousands of people and hundreds of venues. I used my real name, never my last though.
So for about 2 weeks I would receive random incoherent messages on my answering machine @ home from some guy asking something along the lines of if his wife was there. She wasn't. So one day I get a message on the voicemail at work and he goes on to say that he knows I am banging his wife and that we need to have a "talk." I am still clueless to who this person could be, I wasn't seeing anyone at the time. He goes on to say "You live at 401 Sunset Ave, its the big white house on the corner across from the lake." You get home at around 5pm I will be there at 5:15."
Yeah, he had gotten my address, had visited my house, followed me around and knew my work schedule.
So I call the cops and they tell me to go to the station before I go home (they couldn't justs send someone out) so that an officer could follow me. I did not trust this guy, I can handle an *** beating but he didn't sound right, I was afraid I'd be stabbed or shot.
So I leave work and pull into a convenience store right across the street from my office to get a pack of smokes. I come out and a guy is standing next to my car. He asks if I am Keith and I say yes and he tells me his name. It was the crazy guy (adorn in aqua sweatpants and I think a members only jacket) I clenched my fists and readied myself.
He then says, "I think I might have the wrong guy, you don't look like the type that would be fooling around with my wife"
He tells me how his wife is a crack head (literally) and said she has been cheating on him with her dealer and a guy named Keith at the radio station (I guess my name was the first thing to popped into her rotted brain after a night of boozing). Apparently she said that to **** off her husband. We chatted a little more then went our separate ways.
Yep, all the crack heads want my junk.
Anna just be glad we didn't let drunken Hellboy call her back to apologise like he wanted to.....
I wanna teeshirt that says: "Hellboy drunk dialed my mom and all I got was this lousy teeshirt"
Turin wrote:
Seriously, what the f*ck nature?
remorajunbao, Immortal Lion wrote:
Anna just be glad we didn't let drunken Hellboy call her back to apologise like he wanted to.....
Yeah... that woulda been funny though Edit: At least I didn't tell her I had a stiff one then offered her one in advance of me coming to visit her.
Edited, Oct 18th 2007 9:17am by LobsterJohnson
LobsterJohnson the Sly wrote:
remorajunbao, Immortal Lion wrote:
Anna just be glad we didn't let drunken Hellboy call her back to apologise like he wanted to.....
Yeah... that woulda been funny though Edit: At least I didn't tell her I had a stiff one then offered her one in advance of me coming to visit her.
Edited, Oct 18th 2007 9:17am by LobsterJohnson
Mindel wrote:
Kyoshindi wrote:
I could do that for free under the guise of offical use.
I can search for People, business, assets, and other nifty specialty searches such as court docs and traffic/moving voilations.
Nationwide, plus Puerto Rico and the Virgin Islands. Still learning this system but I can also check my credit history too
Edited, Oct 18th 2007 11:33am by Kyoshindi
Oh **** I forgot Kyoshindi was a fed...Damnit we didn't need to spend 9.95.
I'm not sure whether I find this amusing or seriously disturbed.
It's a little bit of both
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