[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] NINJAHAPPY It's cause he's not done. He's out killing poachers or some -blam!- like that.[/quote] Maybe this time the Poachers killed him.

Holly sht, I just read, I think, eight days worth of random sht and still no end in sight. Why can't I stop reading and why is it so interesting. Reading this post has made me loose my mind but now I have found my mind by typing this out. Typing this out has caused me to loose my mind. Posting this post has made me fing my mind. Why am I talking like this, I don't understand. When....

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Blade967 I still dont get the purpose of this thread.[/quote] Its an excuse for halifax to spam with worthless crap, and yet not get banned because he is a mythic member.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Blade967 I still dont get the purpose of this thread.[/quote] It's cause he's not done. He's out killing poachers or some -blam!- like that.

I still dont get the purpose of this thread.

Halifax seems to be making a lot of enemies. Maybe he should get a counselor to help him straighten out his thoughts and not anger everyone so much.

No, the meaning is actually.... [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eIabgPX14R4&feature=related]you'll see[/url]

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] American Recoil Wow, I have been reading for the last hour and a half to catch up but I still don't understand.[/quote] The Purpose of this thread is to Never have it end.

Wow, I have been reading for the last hour and a half to catch up but I still don't understand.

NO!!! D:< (laughs insanely for 10 minutes) (smashes head on the floor) [Edited on 03.27.2008 7:59 AM PDT]

bad dream?

I saw this laptop lying on a desk, open to the very page you are reading right now. To whomever this laptop belongs, I offer you my thanks. Although, perhaps I should explain to you why I happen to be using a stranger's laptop instead of using Ellen's computer, as I had done before. Well, as it turns out, Ellen was not as big a fan of my important story as I thought she was. In a very surprising turn of events--surprising to me, at least, as I'm sure she was not surprised by this turn in the slightest--Ellen attempted to stop me from continuing my very important story through rather violent means. I'm beginning to suspect that she actually poisoned my delicious--albeit vomit inducing--pasta on purpose. Anyway, I managed to escape the elaborate and rather unnecessary trap and am now on the run. I hope to be able to continue this story soon. Oh, it looks like whoever this laptop belongs to is returning. I'll try and write again soon.

And you said I was scared! Ha! I being a proud emperor are never scared. Read: Stupid stuff that doesn't mean anything. On a lighter note I have completed solving the world's problems: To end depression everyone will be issued a kitten. To end smoking all tobacco owners, growers, etc. will have their buisness shut down and grow food. To end world hunger, tobacco farmers will give their newly grown food to starving, this will not just affect america. To end poverty: Poverty is a made up word that doesn't mean anything, people who don't have money need to get money, and jobs will be created for this. What jobs you ask?--> To end homelessness housing will be built by those so called poor people. To end AIDS: people won't refuse to have sex, it's just to awesome and people won't do it, so all people with aids will be totally quarintined and isolated. We're talking that if someone leaves they get hunted down and killed, it's really the only solution to halt an infectious disease. To end vampires, this problem basically solves itself. To end cancer: there is no and never will be a cure for cancer. It can be stopped temporarily but never cured. Cancer is when body cells mutate into something foreign to the body. The body reacts and the body dies. Unfortunately my perfect world plan doesn't have a solution, yet. To end child obesity: how is this even a problem now a days, the reason this is happening is because we tell our kids their special when they're not, that they shouldn't fight, they shouldn't scream. We give kids all these rules and make them sit at home not burning calories. Get kids outside, this will only be done if parents want too. This requires military reenforcement. To end war/street violence: the first human skeletons found had spear tips in them, the first video game was space wars, violence is what humans are, you can't stop it(or can you?). You can to some extent- this means absolutely no civilians can own guns. None, zero, zip, nadda. To end everything else and more: When I attempt to take over the world, do not resist it, embrace it. The changes may be extreme at first but remember that they will eventually mean a better reality for everyone. HEROES: Vince Vaughn. Oh that crazy kid, will he ever learn? Wait, why the -blam!- are you wasting your time to find out about my heroes. This was all a clever trap, Vince Vaughn actually isn't my hero! Fooled you, didn't I? You were all like "Oh look at me, I'm the ghost of barney and don't mess with because my name is billy and I found out who Armand models himself after!". WRONG! You fail, I will now precede to -blam!- slap you with a tangerine covered in fail sauce. Fail, slap! Fail, slap! You like that don't you you dirty -blam!-, you want me to slap you with a tangerine. At this point I have no idea what the hell I'm talking about. I lost myself somewhere around the word hero. That reminds me! Terminator 3 was sadly neglected. Sure, everyone saw it but even though the movie was 8.9 on the kickass scale, people forgot about it rather quickly. I'm just saying that it was good. Speaking of Cancun, SACNORAD is the root of all your problems! Not mine though, for I was built for SACNORAD! This automatically means that I am the greatest person to ever live. Scratch that, Tom Hanks is pretty sweet. And Tyler Durden, I mean putting frames of -blam!- into childrens movies, I mean how cool is that? Then there is General Scar, a legend in his own right. It's made out of hooves you know. But me personally, I don't buy Mr.Burns' bull-blam!-. In fact, he spews enough bull-blam!- everyday to cover a football stadium full of babies three feet in bull-blam!-. But he neglected this wonderful opportunity to tell us about a phone instead. But Nokia's adverstising team is too busy sucking dick than to tell the world about the greatest invention since sliced peanut butter. Then again, an accident such as Chernobyl is forgivable, since few injuries were sustained. Wait, no, there were hundreds of injuries as well as a town that had to be abandoned leaving people with nothing! That makes Chernobyl unforgivable! Bad Chernobyl! Hey wait, that rhymes with Maclise! And Maclise rhymes with annoying -blam!- who goes out of her way to help Eleni but not to give more detailed instructions to the class. But whatever, since damn Drake is constantly sending the message of the master race via bullet to the heads of every black, Mexican, and Asian who have seemed to have teamed up to put whitey out of business, which brings me to another reason the PS3 sucks, if you don't constantly fill it up it will break down on the side of a road like a stripper on the fourth of July! But anywhoo, Katie's house was fun but I doubt she'll let us in again. Anhad needs to drop a sack and be Ahmanon 24/7 and Courtney is back on my -blam!- list after saving me from a vicious fall to my death. Zombie wars is out, and it's a damn fine game but it lacks the co-op that made boxhead famous. I've been cleaning after this damn cracker for ten years, but I've been hitting it with his woman for twelve. Know what I'm saying -blam!-? She likes her some chocolate. Very exciting, let's see that again. Yay, I get to do this 8 times a day! Help me... Dog's head in a jar has mystical significance, just imagine the head water being swallowed in one mighty draft! i have tried to give the head instead of Recon but most people are morbidly horrified and run to find the nearest Jessica Alba statue and use face paint to make her look like Gene Simmons! Now that's what I call classy! ODST's for life! Semper fi! THE ITOUCH IS -blam!- AND SO IS YOUR FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! www.fishboy.tk

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Halifax I must apologize for the abrupt end to my previous entry. It appears that Ellen, attempting to add soy sauce to the meal, actually added a rare poison which looks exactly like soy sauce. Fortunately, she did not get the symptoms--the most grievous of these being the impersonation of Richard Nixon--for she takes a regular dose of the antidote every day. Just in case. Perhaps I should start doing that. One never knows when one will have a chance encounter with a rare poison. Anyway, as I was saying before, the strange old blind woman did not say "little details create the big picture" at that moment. What she said was much more startling and much more revealing. To make a long story short, she told me that the dog that had been hit by the old man who owned the very large building which housed the room full of porcelain dolls, outside of which sat my can of peas encompassed in a blender, was in fact her dog. The very dog which chewed up my first baseball mitt and haunted my dreams for years. To make a long story short, I found myself to be completely upset by this news. How could I possibly find out why the very dog which haunted my dreams would chew up my first baseball mitt now? I asked the strange old blind woman this very question and she gave me a very simple answer, although it happened to frustrate me a great deal. To make a long story short, the strange old blind woman told me that all the answers to the questions that I and any other person, who might have been watching this unfold from the safety of a nearby dumpster, might have could be found inside that very large building. I found this very hard to believe as I had been in this building before and examined the walls very closely, only finding one outlet and a door leading to the room full of porcelain dolls. [i][b]I must apologize once again for the abrupt stop. Ellen has requested my company in the adjacent room. I will hopefully be back shortly.[/i][/b] [/quote]*Points Splaser at Ellen* IMA CHARGIN MAH LAZERS! *Points Splaser at Halifax* Purpose. [i]Now[/i].

I must apologize for the abrupt end to my previous entry. It appears that Ellen, attempting to add soy sauce to the meal, actually added a rare poison which looks exactly like soy sauce. Fortunately, she did not get the symptoms--the most grievous of these being the impersonation of Richard Nixon--for she takes a regular dose of the antidote every day. Just in case. Perhaps I should start doing that. One never knows when one will have a chance encounter with a rare poison. Anyway, as I was saying before, the strange old blind woman did not say "little details create the big picture" at that moment. What she said was much more startling and much more revealing. To make a long story short, she told me that the dog that had been hit by the old man who owned the very large building which housed the room full of porcelain dolls, outside of which sat my can of peas encompassed in a blender, was in fact her dog. The very dog which chewed up my first baseball mitt and haunted my dreams for years. To make a long story short, I found myself to be completely upset by this news. How could I possibly find out why the very dog which haunted my dreams would chew up my first baseball mitt now? I asked the strange old blind woman this very question and she gave me a very simple answer, although it happened to frustrate me a great deal. To make a long story short, the strange old blind woman told me that all the answers to the questions that I and any other person, who might have been watching this unfold from the safety of a nearby dumpster, might have could be found inside that very large building. I found this very hard to believe as I had been in this building before and examined the walls very closely, only finding one outlet and a door leading to the room full of porcelain dolls. [i][b]I must apologize once again for the abrupt stop. Ellen has requested my company in the adjacent room. I will hopefully be back shortly.[/i][/b]

To make a long story short..... I hate peas.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] ShRoOmSaNdPoT I think he forgot the purpose of his own thread.[/quote]I think you may have something there...

I think he forgot the purpose of his own thread.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] th3m4dblimp3r So far you've said "to make a long story short" 16 times. I find this both ironic, and depressing.[/quote] That's the whole point.

I think Halifax has caught a case of writer's block. [Edited on 03.26.2008 12:39 PM PDT]

WHY CRUEL WORLD!!!?!?!?!?!

Halifax, you're killing me man.

I have just finished a lovely dinner with my friend, Ellen. She baked me a delicious Oriental pasta that has left me feeling positively rejuvenated. Although, I must admit, my stomach is doing strange things at the moment. No matter, I will continue with my very important story. As you no doubt have guessed, the story about the strange old blind English teaching woman's singing career was completely pointless...albeit true. But that conversation occurred at a much different point in the story. Allow me to back track now to the point when the strange old blind woman (for I had not yet learned that she was my old English teacher as well) said the words that gave me an epiphany. The words she spoke were not "little details create the big picture," although those are the words which she spoke later which sparked the conversation that revealed her as my old high school English teacher who secretly desired to be the top singer on a popular television show. No, the words she spoke to me which caused me to pause in the bout of an epiphany were-- [i][b]This is Ellen. Apparently, something in the pasta caused Halifax to become very ill. I'm afraid he will be unable to continue his rather exciting story until later. Don't worry, I'm sure he'll be well soon.[/i][/b]

Hey, Halifax your not keeping up with your story.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Edgar Allan Poe Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more." [/quote]Quoth the Raven, Nevermore. I like what you did there... =D

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] lukerns That's a mighty big wall o' text ya got yurself there son.[/quote]and thats the truth!