Aces High Bulletin Board
General Forums => The O' Club => Topic started by: SKYGUNS on May 26, 2008, 03:31:11 AM
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get this, Russia bands the movie Indiana Jones in that country becuase Russia plays as the enemy in the movie, would you call this pride or something else? :confused:
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Is that the new Jesse Jane movie?
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Is that the new Jesse Jane movie?
:cool:
rowwwrrrrr...
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I likes me some crystal skull... :devil
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With Tom Cruisin
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I really enjoyed the Temple of Poon. Must have watched it a hundred times.
(http://libizblog.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/cm519porn-posters.jpg)
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[boris accent]We'd call it typical capitalist portrayal of soviet-mother Russia.[/boris accent]
Jesse Jane, eh? I think only Pamela Anderson-Lee-Rock-soon-to-be-announced-new-fiance has more plastic than her.
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Nothing to see here, even tho it was the funnay.
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Ginger Vitis <--- awesome pRon name!
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Ginger Vitis <--- awesome pRon name!
You really need to get some sleep Bro.
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Ginger Vitis <--- awesome pRon name!
:rofl
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and I'm on "Probation" ....
:huh
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and I'm on "Probation" ....
:huh
:rofl
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get this, Russia bands the movie Indiana Jones in that country becuase Russia plays as the enemy in the movie, would you call this pride or something else? :confused:
I'd say you cant hold yer vodka comrade.
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Edits... when you really wanna say "Opps, Ohhh Crap"
:D
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When you really want to say "Skuzzy wakes up in a couple hours."
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good morning skuzzy.
(waves)
:)
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Oh sweet! Check my post count.
Muahahaha! :D
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Who here has ever woken up in a drunken haze at 2 in the afternoon and immediately come here to see if you said anything that might have led to the banning and you are like this :pray as the page loads.
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i wonder when one achieves ripsnorts status...20k or so?
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I'd go to sleep...but, uh, I still have 2 more hours on the job.
Now, if it were a gov't job...
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you just need THE SWORD OF KAR'E'HANA'A'A'AH!!!!
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I don't know. But I better start working on my acceptance speech. I mean it's a looooong way til it lines up again.
Hmmm, I'd like to thank Hitech Creations and all it's members (sniff), without you this never would have come to pass. I want to thank you, the fans for allowing me to humbly entertain you with the words of truth, justice and the American way. I remember as a small child the wonder I had when I saw my first TRS-80. I knew I was destined for immortality because of this magical device. Who knew the bright eyed kid with flowing blonde locks would grow up to overcome follicular challenge and reach this milestone. To quote that great american pioneer Olsen Johnson, "not only was it authentic frontier gibberish, it expressed a courage little seen in this day and age". It was to be a classic affirmation of everything right and true in the national character... a gross physical salute to the fantastic possibilities of life in this country.
But only for those with true grit. And we are chock full of that, man.
Ahh, Devil internet. It makes you behave like the village drunkard in some early Irish novel. Total loss of all basic motor skills. Blurred vision,no balance, numb tongue. The mind recoils in horror... unable to communicatewith the spinal column... which is interesting because you can actually watch yourself behaving in this terrible way... but you can't control it.
There is a huge body of evidence to support the notion that me and the police were put on this earth to do extremely different things and never to mingle professionally with each other, except at official functions, when we all wear ties and drink heavily and whoop it up like the natural, good-humored wild boys that we know in our hearts that we are..These occasions are rare, but they happen — despite the forked tongue of fate that has put us forever on different paths.
Maybe this is all pure gibberish — a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow — to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested...
Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll.
And last, but certainly not least, I want to pay homage to Al Gore, without whom none of this would have been possible.
:cry
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In response to 88:
**** yeah!
Damn, where the hell is it?
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Hey, but you know what? We still haven't figured out yet who the *boink!* Indiana Joans is.
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I don't know. But I better start working on my acceptance speech. I mean it's a looooong way til it lines up again.
Hmmm, I'd like to thank Hitech Creations and all it's members (sniff), without you this never would have come to pass. I want to thank you, the fans for allowing me to humbly entertain you with the words of truth, justice and the American way. I remember as a small child the wonder I had when I saw my first TRS-80. I knew I was destined for immortality because of this magical device. Who knew the bright eyed kid with flowing blonde locks would grow up to overcome follicular challenge and reach this milestone. To quote that great american pioneer Olsen Johnson, "not only was it authentic frontier gibberish, it expressed a courage little seen in this day and age". It was to be a classic affirmation of everything right and true in the national character... a gross physical salute to the fantastic possibilities of life in this country.
But only for those with true grit.
And we are chock full of that, man.
Ahh, Devil internet. It makes you behave like the village drunkard in some early Irish novel. Total loss of all basic motor skills. Blurred vision,no balance, numb tongue.
The mind recoils in horror... unable to communicatewith the spinal column... which is interesting because you can actually watch yourself behaving in this terrible way... but you can't control it.
There is a huge body of evidence to support the notion that me and the police were put on this earth to do extremely different things and never to mingle professionally with each other, except at official functions, when we all wear ties and drink heavily and whoop it up like the natural, good-humored wild boys that we know in our hearts that we are..These occasions are rare, but they happen — despite the forked tongue of fate that has put us forever on different paths.
Maybe this is all pure gibberish — a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow — to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested...
Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll.
And last, but not least, I want to pay homage to Al Gore, without whom none of this would have been possible.
:cry
wow you rock dude, and it is not the Jaegermeister flowing through me system, nor the Hood River Vodka I pretend is doppelkorn. Where is that ;liite bastage with the thumbs up
ahh here he is
:aok :aok :aok
Indiana Joan. I bet there is rule34 to be found and posted before skuzzy wakes up.