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low in calories?

sue us is really
more of a phrasey type thing
but who cares who but

I wasn't saying it was the proper spelling -- twas simply a pun. sorry. jeez. IF YOU CAN'T APPRECIATE ME, I'LL FIND A MAN WHO CAN!

Kinda because a lot of the RWLers then got tired of playing seriously and just stuck around to hang out with their fellow RWLers.

what a bunch of losers those types must've been. glad they're all gone now.

Uh, no, Wilde. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oscar_wilde

see? it even says in the url. i. a REAL vowel. *uppity sniff*

3 is pure holywood. 1 was something. I thought having characters be so... callous, was just fantastic. too many people in movies are driven by emotions of one kind or another rather than self-interest.

"Gaol" is just the English being English, in America it's jail. Darn it.

yeah, but cuz like, Wilde did Reading Gaol, you know?

yo, I'm a low-down
gansta set trippin' banka,
don't be a stranger.

When you twist it properly it's highly effective. When you spout out whatever I say nd then regard it as pwnage, you're just validating my original pwnage which means I'm on top of you because I had the original. Kind of like I was on top of your mother when I had her.

I impressed your mother, but I don't think she was focusing on the same, er, attributes...

:-P

that website's as old a the internet. reusing my jokes with "your mom" and then stating that you won impresses me not.

You mean go to gaol. hahahahahahahaahaha

*deep breaths*

I
AM SICK AN' TIRED
OF THESE CHEESE-EATING VOLKOVS
IN THIS CHEESE-EATING FORUM


nah. it's okay. I WAS a goof. Still am, but I'm a more obviously brilliant goof. ...well, obviously brilliant? my brilliance is as subtle and nuanced as my Wilde-esque witticisms.  :?

spoiler time!

Chris Tucker says "Do you understand the words coming out of my mouth?"

OMGZ TEH MOOVI IZ ROOINT!

Pirates 3 = SWEET. I liked 2, it had lots o good Jack moments, but Barbossa is SAVAGE. He's my flavorite.

How do you like my haikus? LOL.

That's no haiku, that's a space station.

YOU'RE OUTTA THE CLUB.

I may have lost the "your mom" war, but your mom is... um... a cheap prostitute! hah!


actually, she's not cheap. I need to get a job. kell's rich, maybe he can give me money. or better yet, Irish prostitutes.

If I knew Volkov's racial heritage I would make an insensitive politically incorrect remark about the price of their average prostitutes in relation to his mother and some obviously wrong and ridiculous racial or national stereotype. Instead I will spontaneously write the Monkey Dance Song.

Monkeys all dance, look at them go,
wearing no pants, because they all know,
that is the only way to be.

Volkov might be Dutch, French, Welsh, or even a Jew,
he might be a monkey who is throwing his poo,
and I sort of wish it was me (who could be so so silly)

Volkoooooooooooooov, the funny little monkeeeeeeeeeeeey
He's dancing, throwing, getting down and getting funkyyyyyyyyy
Because he haaaaasn't bathed for forty two nights
with his prostitute mother he has fights over baaaathiiiiiing,
that water is scathing!

(I just set you up the bomb)
(and I set up one for your mom)
(I cannot stop rhyming, it's really quite crass)
(I have horrid timing, it really sucks dust particles. ala a vacuum.)