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Where's me pot o' gold?! * Flumpa 00:38, 26 May 2008 (UTC)
- This forum topic is a shot through the heart. I don't know if you are aware of this, but in any event you're to blame. Frankly, you give love a bad name. Sir Modusoperandi Boinc! 01:18, 26 May 2008 (UTC)
- Don't be a-postin' here if'n you don't know where me pot o' gold is, ladee. * Flumpa 01:26, 26 May 2008 (UTC)
- You're not the boss of me. Sir Modusoperandi Boinc! 01:43, 26 May 2008 (UTC)
- Hey, don't be so hard on each other, guys! Why, I'd say we're halfway there. Indeed, we could easily be described as living on a prayer. - Don Leddy the Crunch (Nyah, see, nyah!) 03:05, May 26
- So where's me fuckin' pot o' gold? * Flumpa 03:46, 26 May 2008 (UTC)
- If by "pot o' gold" you mean "a loaded gun", then there's nowhere to run. Literally no one can save me because, you see, the damage is done. Sir Modusoperandi Boinc! 04:07, 26 May 2008 (UTC)
- Speaking of guns, lemme tell you about my buddy Rick. Ricky loved adventure. He was quite the wild one, really. Unfortunately, he married trouble, and had a courtship with a gun. - Don Leddy the Crunch (Nyah, see, nyah!) 04:24, May 26
- --Pleb SYNDROME CUN medicate (butt poop!!!!) 04:58, 26 May 2008 (UTC)
- His only crime, when you think about it, was time. Currently, he's got eighteen and life to go, which is a not inconsiderable punishment for such a crime. Sir Modusoperandi Boinc! 04:59, 26 May 2008 (UTC)
- Arrrr, ye scalliwags. * Flumpa 05:08, 26 May 2008 (UTC)
- That is the worst Australian accent I have ever heard. Sir Modusoperandi Boinc! 07:38, 26 May 2008 (UTC)
- That's not what I hear - after all, he may have fired his six-shot to the wind, but when all's said and done, that child blew a child away. --SirU.U.Esq. VFH | GUN | Natter | Uh oh | Pee 10:23, May 26
- I'm a pirate leprechaun, ye landlubber. * Flumpa 14:36, 26 May 2008 (UTC)
- Yeah? Well since I was born, they couldn't hold me down. I was just another misfit kid, you see, coming from another burned-out town. I wouldn't play by anyone's rules, either, because I just didn't care. I had this nasty reputation, which wound up taking me just about everywhere. - Don Leddy the Crunch (Nyah, see, nyah!) 14:44, May 26
- Yeah, well, in West Philadelphia, born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out, maxin', and relaxin' all cool and all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school when a coupla guys, they were up to no good, started makin' trouble in mah neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air!" * Flumpa 19:46, 26 May 2008 (UTC)
- Now you're getting it, although you would have been better to go with Def Leppard's Armageddon it, or something similar. Sir Modusoperandi Boinc! 20:03, 26 May 2008 (UTC)
- This is completely OFF-TOPIC.Goodbye. * Flumpa 21:30, 26 May 2008 (UTC)
- Hugs? Sir Modusoperandi Boinc! 21:38, 26 May 2008 (UTC)
- This is completely OFF-TOPIC.Goodbye. * Flumpa 21:30, 26 May 2008 (UTC)
- Now you're getting it, although you would have been better to go with Def Leppard's Armageddon it, or something similar. Sir Modusoperandi Boinc! 20:03, 26 May 2008 (UTC)
- I'm a pirate leprechaun, ye landlubber. * Flumpa 14:36, 26 May 2008 (UTC)
- Arrrr, ye scalliwags. * Flumpa 05:08, 26 May 2008 (UTC)
- Speaking of guns, lemme tell you about my buddy Rick. Ricky loved adventure. He was quite the wild one, really. Unfortunately, he married trouble, and had a courtship with a gun. - Don Leddy the Crunch (Nyah, see, nyah!) 04:24, May 26
- If by "pot o' gold" you mean "a loaded gun", then there's nowhere to run. Literally no one can save me because, you see, the damage is done. Sir Modusoperandi Boinc! 04:07, 26 May 2008 (UTC)
- So where's me fuckin' pot o' gold? * Flumpa 03:46, 26 May 2008 (UTC)
- Hey, don't be so hard on each other, guys! Why, I'd say we're halfway there. Indeed, we could easily be described as living on a prayer. - Don Leddy the Crunch (Nyah, see, nyah!) 03:05, May 26
- You're not the boss of me. Sir Modusoperandi Boinc! 01:43, 26 May 2008 (UTC)
- Don't be a-postin' here if'n you don't know where me pot o' gold is, ladee. * Flumpa 01:26, 26 May 2008 (UTC)