I was in a TFC american clan and they kept calling me Shabby, mind you I was on a 56k connection in the UK.
I usually say it as in Shade, 'cept with a b of course.
The 10 Ft Pole hasn't had to jump a great distance down has he and perform a poleland.
Man you just have to solve a problem with a ton of toxic waste or something, then you could like say "Da, now that is what I call a Poleution to our problem".
Wasn't there spare food from the last Hive, I didn't see anyone eat it all, what about all the starving children who are outside of the Hive? Won't some one please think of the children!
My sense of humour is so great I can take that with a smile :-)
Oh and Aeson I tend to be with Ginnel's view on gaming, leave gaming for the midweek evenings, and have the Friday-Sunday as your break from work/you time/partying.
Of course this is coming from the guy who when dming his first...
She's 4 and half years younger than me, hawt, intelligent, cute, enthusastic, funny and seems to have a surprising amount of xp :p and well makes me tingly inside...
Oh and thanks for all the other comments along the lines of "go for it".
I like the guy, he's cool, has a good sense of humour and is a great cook, plus well there are other reasons involved which shouldn't be discussed.
It wouldn't be half as good without the feelings.
Well it's not quite as morally dubious as my first relationship that started off with a girl cheating on her partner, mind you she did tell him after a bit and it was all fine.
I live roleplay, I found a girl in character immensly fascinating despite not being able to judge her appearence as...
Yah, too true, that is unless one is gay then I guess a guy would be able to provoke that reaction.
Probably not, I bet a few people would be shaking there heads in the same way Ginnel is.
I'm just generally bouncing off the walls and ceiling in a happy way :-)
Just needed to say it somewhere.
Oh and the troll in the last round of the cruicible in Fable II is fast becoming my nemesis.
"Confusing a dead dog" actually applies to the technique the criminal mastermind used to smuggle drugs into the country of Translyvania, the police's sniffer dogs were replaced with reanimated (dead) dogs most of whose noses had fallen off, while walking through customs he uttered the phrase...
Hmmm how's this business work?
*sniffs the air*
Hmmm I smell BBQ, and Chinese and Mexican, there's a whole buffet over there! *waddles over to the buffet, plate in hand*