Originally posted by sonickteam4:
Originally posted by Jaguär:
Originally posted by sonickteam4:
Originally posted by walkonby:
my ego is nothing more than an invisible eggo covered in freshly tapped maple streams, and whipped topping goodiness that makes me love my homies. so word up to the internet cheetos. and i would ask her out, in a second's second hand move, if my table wasn't already place mat and sat at, while the smiths burn gently in my ear. (that's smith to you, mister anderson)
OK, Jag, i mean smart ass, translate this post from walkonby. [/b]
Dude, the man is already spoken for and obviously, looks at the other peaches on the beaches but has the decency and respect to remain faithful.
Yes Sonick, there are the song references and such but that's all part of the poetic discourse. [/b]
thats what i thought. i think i used to do something like this when i was fifteen. [/b]
i could say, "and this is as far as you got in life?" but i won't, because i'm nonsensically nice and i love you sonic, and i love speaking to you, whether you understand it or not.
ah . . . the mighty dupek. this name alone sends me down shivers and i don't even know the person. what a presence to command. i think it would be great for all the broad minds on here to get together and go out to eat and drink merriment. my treat even . . . as long as it's not BEN'S CHILI BOWL. you see folks, i can make perfect sense when i want to. but who wants to?