I Love my alarm clock...

[Talya]

Justin who? Isn't he...the one that looks like a girl and sounds like a girl...as known as a girl!

[alannalynn]

  On 3/29/2011 at 4:07 PM, Talya said:

Justin who? Isn't he...the one that looks like a girl and sounds like a girl...as known as a girl!

.... you mean... the 30 year old lesbian? Oh yeah! (not offending any sexual orientation)

[hotpocket2006]

  On 3/29/2011 at 6:49 PM, alannalynn said:

  On 3/29/2011 at 4:07 PM, Talya said:

Justin who? Isn't he...the one that looks like a girl and sounds like a girl...as known as a girl!

.... you mean... the 30 year old lesbian? Oh yeah! (not offending any sexual orientation)

 

lol I hate the need for people to be PC. *shakes head*

[Talya]

PC...thats what you use to access the internet...

[Talya]

PC...thats what you use to access the internet...

[Alexander]

My alarm clock is a massive maze, constructed of cement and barbed wire, the tip is to survive without being, gouged, maimed, gaining internal bleeding. It's a real waker upper.

[hotpocket2006]

  On 3/31/2011 at 12:27 PM, Talya said:

PC...thats what you use to access the internet...

 

lol politically correct

 

  On 3/31/2011 at 10:24 PM, Subjectivity to personhood said:

My alarm clock is a massive maze, constructed of cement and barbed wire, the tip is to survive without being, gouged, maimed, gaining internal bleeding. It's a real waker upper.

 

wow that sounds like some alarm clock.

[Talya]

hehe, I know Song...I'm not a fan of PC, so I pretend it doesn't exist... >.>

[Talmanes]

Wait then what doe PI mean?

[Talya]

Potty Investigator!

[Locke]

*is a paper airplane*

 

*narrowing in on target*

[Talya]

Zooooooooooooooooooooooom!!!!

[Locke]

Red alert, all molecules to battle station.

 

Approaching target, 1000 mm away.

 

800 mm.

 

This is Blue Wrapping Paper, come in gray squirrel.

 

Gray Squirrel reporting.

 

Gray Squirrel, standard procedure, at 200 mm launch anti-matter photon cannons. Blue Wrapping Paper out.

 

Cannons prepared. Good to go capn.

 

600 mm.

 

Gust of wind, starboard side!

 

Adjusting wings 30%, wind compensated, back on course 500 mm.

 

400 mm.

 

300 mm,

 

Oye, capn, human approaching at 6 meters a second off the aft wing. Orders Sir?

 

Captain Blue Wrapping Paper to all decks. Abort mission. I repeat, abort mission.

 

*thousands of molecules parachute off paper airplane as a Giant Fist of Doom encloses about it*

[Talya]

NOOOOOoooooooooooooooooo!!!

 

did they escape and get away?

[Talmanes]

Sadly, yes.

[Talya]

We must hunt them down......

[Talmanes]

Woah deja vu

 

*breaks out super microscope goggles*

I think I see one!

[Talya]

*opens the armoury of pins*

 

Okay here's your T-man...lets get 'em!