Which one are you? Wait, let me guess ... ... Woody?
You don't own a house, you lying sap.
My first experience of computing was pushing out tabs in punch cards with the tip of my compass in highschool. We were "programming" in Fortran,...
My Sony Ericsson mobile (cellphone to you Americans) has an annoyingly addictive puzzle game on it called "Path". I play it on the train all...
It's no noob, it's a fucking SPAMMER. Ban his ass, fugly!
Grim? Is that you?
Where is your av, Ferine?
That's just a little rich, isn't it?
ümläüts?
Like "Daddy, can we come out of the cellar now please?"
I love posting when drunk. And just like in real life, you feel like you need to come back the next day and apologise. (At least, I do.) I...
Give up, phatso. It's like banging your head against a retarded brick wall. He's impervious to both logic and pain. We've all been there.
Not completely honest:
You are a sad little man, dio. A sad little man.
Hey Grimy, I know you're reading this. Are you disappointed no one's popped their head up to mourn your passing? What did you think, that...
No you're not. You'll keep reading but not posting for another week or so, then the urge to identify yourself will overwhelm you. Look at...
Paul Hogan is cactus. At least, his career is. Anyone who doubts this only needs to rent "Strange Bedfellows".
I'm not. Oh, okay I am. Peer pressure is a terrible thing.
Hurrah!
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