hrrumph, Natter went away.
Old trusty soda machine. I push you for root beer, you give me Coke.
Willow ,'End of Days'
The Minearverse 4: Support Group for Clumsy People
[NAFDA] "There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel (including Wonderfalls and The Inside), this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath.
msbelle - Dec 07, 2005 11:16:31 am PST #6873 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Betsy HP - Dec 07, 2005 11:30:02 am PST #6874 of 10001
If I only had a brain...
§ ita § - Dec 07, 2005 11:31:14 am PST #6875 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Hmm. Those rhinestones are going to hurt the puncher too.
Kristen - Dec 07, 2005 11:33:27 am PST #6876 of 10001
Oh that makes me nostalgic for high school when girls would gear up for fights by stacking as many rings as they could on every finger of their hands.
Lee - Dec 07, 2005 12:15:49 pm PST #6877 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I'm bored. Would people play more FCM, or should I think of something else to do?
§ ita § - Dec 07, 2005 12:45:22 pm PST #6878 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Well, you could have a look at these pimped out renaissance pics, and then maybe browse the other contests.
Lee - Dec 07, 2005 12:52:09 pm PST #6879 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Those are great! Thanks!
tommyrot - Dec 07, 2005 12:52:27 pm PST #6880 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Well, you could have a look at these pimped out renaissance pics
Damn, those are funny. The best contest I've seen them do in a while....
Burrell - Dec 07, 2005 12:54:29 pm PST #6881 of 10001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
Dang, y'all are still playing FCM?
Lee - Dec 07, 2005 12:57:54 pm PST #6882 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Well, no. No one else wanted to play, and I am not quite that bored.