VIDEO JC.N GL Gaming Lounge (NUMBAR 2!)

I'm sorry to hear that Jen. I hope all gets better sooner rather than later for you. You ever need to talk I'm here just don't call when I'm sleeping.

And trust me your place in Games isn't being uprooted by anyone, you're too well loved to be screwed over like that. **hugs** [face_hug]

 

Don't worry Yane, no one does know. But he is like a little lost dog, he just won't go away.

Also...
CHIM LOVE

 

I <3 Chim Love.
I remember Chim Love.
Chim Love is familar.
<3 <3

 

Is "Chim Love" cool? Can i love Chim Love too?

 

If you have to ask...
no.

But yes...
it is more cool than you could evar imagine.

 

What about Bobbalot Love? Anyone want some of that?

 

whazzat?

 

Chim love is better than sex.

And bobbalot love just sounds...**shudders**

 

Can I have some Yane love ?




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with pleasure or excitement? I must know.

 

Yane is a sweet girl.

 

With desire to vomit


pwnt


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Bobbalot love sounds like...
...bobbing for apples.

Chim love sounds sexy.
I have decided when I met teh Chim I will sing to him.

 

Yeah im a great hit at parties, what with teh apple bobbing and whatnot. I never really liked apples, tho..

 

We have met several times Yane, in dreams. Or at least in my dreams.

 

That's sad.
I <3 apples.

You have been in my dreams too, Chim. Like that one time where we almost...

 

only <3? Are you sure it's not as great as >3?

 

don't question intarweb lingo!
'tis a virtual sin!

 

http://boards.theforce.net/ASP/user.asp?usr=DarthBobbalot

/\ I'm more freeked out by this retard than Gay-Trandoshan. Maybe I should pass on the password for Mr Trando to this chap. He seems gay enough. I mean, who really makes their bio a vertual shrine to me?

FREEK.



On a far more serious note: what a freek, I think this is an apt time to go back to lurking.

tirrah chaps.

 

yessss.... another item for my bio!

 

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!


You can't leave us again Mr. SFL. j00 just can't!




Edit: Though I've gotta admit making your bio a shrine to SFL is just a tad...weird.

 

Well you know what they say: You are what you eat.

 

plz open the old thread

 

If you saw two guys named Hambone and Flippy, which one would you think liked dolphins the most? I'd say Flippy, wouldn't you? You'd be wrong, though. It's Hambone.

I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it.

As the light changed from red to green to yellow and back to red again, I sat there thinking about life. Was it nothing more than a bunch of honking and yelling? Sometimes it seemed that way.

I was taking my little nephew to disneyland, but i decided to play a mean trick. i pulled up next to an old, burned down warehouse. "Oh no," i said. "Disneyland burned down." He started crying, and i was about to tell him it was all a joke and drive to the real disneyland, but it was getting kinda late.

Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes, that way when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.

I'll never forget the time I got caught stealing watermelons from old Mr. Barnslow's watermelon patch. I was with my friend Bobby. We were giggling so hard I thought I'd wet my pants! At first we tried to steal two watermelons each, but they were too heavy and we dropped them, and that made us laugh even harder. Finally, we each picked out a good one, and we were just about to sneak back through the fence when we heard a low, deep voice behind us. "Just where do you think you're going with those watermelons?" I gulped and turned around. It was old Mr. Barnslow, pointing his shotgun at us. Bobby dropped his watermelon, then pulled out the .38 revolver he kept in his waist, turned, and fired. But the turning must have thrown off his aim, because the shot only hit Mr. Barnslow in the thigh. Mr. Barnslow immediately fired both barrels at Bobby. One blast of buckshot missed entirely, but the other tore into Bobby's shoulder. He tried to fire back, but his shoulder was so torn up he couldn't raise his arm. Just as he was trying to switch to his left hand, Mr. Barnslow ran up and cracked him across the face with the butt of his shotgun. Bobby fell to the ground in a heap. Mr. Barnslow raised the butt of his gun to finish him off, but just then Bobby pulled out his hunting knife and plunged it into the farmer's big white belly. After that, I don't think I stole watermelons for at least a year.





This has been another Deep Thoughts with Jack Handey.

 

SFL- You can't back to lurking.

Also the thread needs more Chim Love.