I didn't want to have to poison Robert's keyboard too, but I see it's necessary now.
You're far too late to poison my keyboard. I haven't had feeling in my fingertips since 1998. I might have to get some monkey fingertip transplants.
'The Message'
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I didn't want to have to poison Robert's keyboard too, but I see it's necessary now.
You're far too late to poison my keyboard. I haven't had feeling in my fingertips since 1998. I might have to get some monkey fingertip transplants.
I believe Bureaucracy is a low-natter zone, monkeypantses.
So, do we need any other thread names, or are we all full up?
Nope, doesn't look like we'll be needing any more names for a little while.
I believe Bureaucracy is a low-natter zone, monkeypantses.
That was very low nattering, I thought.
Plus, it just seems unnatural to see "2 new" sitting there. It's Bureaucracy, dammit! Where's the gridlock?
Gridlock this, you monkey lover!
Wolfram, Robert - I wasn't poisoning you via your keyboards. I was poisoning only the actual keyboard, so that it could no longer type the letters mnky eo. I would never poison a Buffista. Well, I haven't ever poisoned a Buffista, or any other kind of ista, or any other kind of Buff for that matter.
CIndy, I am now singing "La Ista, Buffista" in my head. Madonna would *not* be happy.
All the more reason to sing it!
Madonna would *not* be happy.
Yeah but somehow, she'd find a way to market her unhappiness, so it's all good.
I fell in love with Buffistas Warm wind carried on the sea, they called to me Te dijo te amo I prayed my modem would last They typed so fast
Tropical the island breeze All Buffistas wild and free This is where I long to be La ista buffista And when the f/c/m they played The bar they'd set so high Ring through my ears and sting my eyes Your porny lullaby
We want to be where the orb warms the sky
When it's time for the HoYAY!, you can watch them slash by
Beautiful fiction, no cares in this world
Where a girl loves a boy, and a boy loves another boy.