Author Topic: Catching up to Dorg (Read 3006 times)

ShiffDrgnhrt · « **Reply #20 on:** June 12, 2007, 06:42:23 pm »

So what are we all trying to catch up to?

Filatus · « **Reply #21 on:** June 12, 2007, 06:45:30 pm »

I don't know, but I do know that I did own 1.00 % of the posts on this forum BEFORE this thread started.

Interia_Discordius · « **Reply #22 on:** June 12, 2007, 06:48:48 pm »

Pffft, I own more than you! I think...
*goes to check*

Filatus · « **Reply #23 on:** June 12, 2007, 06:59:33 pm »

I'd be surprised. *folds his arms and waits*

ycleption · « **Reply #24 on:** June 12, 2007, 07:02:51 pm »

Well, filatus, you have 1693, Inertia has 726, which would put her at about .4%

hawklen · « **Reply #25 on:** June 12, 2007, 07:09:17 pm »

Quote from: Filatus

I'd be surprised. *folds his arms and waits*

She pwned you

Pseudonym · « **Reply #26 on:** June 12, 2007, 07:11:10 pm »

You people are making a mockery of my thread!

Marswipp · « **Reply #27 on:** June 12, 2007, 08:43:05 pm »

I'm a mockery!

hawklen · « **Reply #28 on:** June 12, 2007, 09:51:22 pm »

Quote from: Marswipp

I'm a mockery!

You can't out Mockery the Mockery Mocking Mocker King!

To whatshisface suedesuavename Your mockling of the mockers made a mockeriy of the mocking mockery thread! Hail to the king baby. Gimmie some sugar.

Interia_Discordius · « **Reply #29 on:** June 12, 2007, 09:53:19 pm »

*looks at Hawklen strangely and hands him a cube of sugar*

hawklen · « **Reply #30 on:** June 12, 2007, 09:56:41 pm »

*he takes the sugar, and stands on his soapbox*

*points to self* See kids. This is the reason pregnant women shouldn't drink

*a star with a rainbow on a blackscreen flies by and the words Now you know scrolls by all gold and glittery*.

lolli_gagged · « **Reply #31 on:** June 12, 2007, 11:02:15 pm »

*hands Hawk some cookies and other sugar filled goods then scrolls back up to the first message and tries once again to figure it all out*

hawklen · « **Reply #32 on:** June 12, 2007, 11:10:08 pm »

Quote from: lolli_gagged

*hands Hawk some cookies and other sugar filled goods then scrolls back up to the first message and tries once again to figure it all out*

You deny my greatness! My chocolate center will never be up for resale at a reasonable interest rate! My soul shall over come your technocolour dreamcoat with the vengeance of a thousand radial tires. Your tumble weeds of lies shall not overcome my obfuscating gyroscope of infinite skittles! Bow I say, bow before the kittens become enraged with the bloodlust of Wal-Mart! WAL-MART!

gilshem ironstone · « **Reply #33 on:** June 12, 2007, 11:17:24 pm »

Meow, meow, meow, meow...

*An authoratative expert describes the sequence of meows as an almost psychotic mockery of "Welcome to Walmart, we have great deals in aisle six"*

Interia_Discordius · « **Reply #34 on:** June 12, 2007, 11:48:58 pm »

*sighs and tells Hawklen to hush and bribes him with sour cream and onion chips, attempting to steal the jujubes in the meantime*

hawklen · « **Reply #35 on:** June 12, 2007, 11:54:11 pm »

Blasphemer! heathen! Thou shant wretch the sour and cream goodness of my thinly slice bits of potato, deliciously fried in the oils of the universe! The nectar of the gods themself, formed into little cubes of sugar and yellow dye #5 shall never be yours! War! The call of the bullfrog cries out to the blood red moon of happiness! The calls from the dead, the battles of long lost, shall wrench the earth of its tuna and oil industry! Sand. Sand I say! It shall cover you like a million little electrical quartz crystals! Fear, fear the solar panels of quantum matrix. For it shall rend your bones, like hamsters playing darts in the pub. Please! think of the puppies in microwaves, for the popcorn of existance is threatened by the blade of spork.

Interia_Discordius · « **Reply #36 on:** June 13, 2007, 12:01:25 am »

You living monstrosity, you lying ball of fuzz! I will steal the creamy and sour yum yums of potato-ness itsy bitsys and stuff them into my pocket of eternal darkness where spiders of tiny legs and eight eyes crawl and cry. You speak of nectar of the gods? Hah! I am the very gods you blather on of chitty chatty harebrained rabbitness of scattered smarts. This is war, aye, and my screech of kittens stuffed in little cardboard boxes will deafen the very universe of every rainbow-colored moon in existence. The very earths of colorful greenness and pretty oceans of purple will split in giant pieces of rocky wasteland! You say sand? I say door! They will rebel against their masters who have stomped their doorsteps by bashing at your sorry behind on your way out! They, not fear of some solar panels of shiny matrix-ness of green numbers and odd realities will shred your cartilage like sharks on merry-go-rounds in the pool! You should rattle your zombie delectable brains on graveyards more often and think twice before challenging the great Interia!

hawklen · « **Reply #37 on:** June 13, 2007, 12:13:16 am »

Bah! I spit at your feeble attempts of botany! The plants of freedom shall extend their tentacles of fusionable dairy pruducts, into your unprotected realm of mind juices. For they shall tear the liberty of free ants from the cortex of rubber bifocals, and beat them upon your libertine skeletal structure of Mork. For it is Mork the mighty who bends his will of bipolar waffles to protect the thinly sliced potato of fried universal goodness, with a hint of the cream du sour! His eyes shall mote your form in a halo of gas powered microprocessors! Did not the lord say unto Elvis "Peanut butter and banana's fried, shall be your doom upon the throne of enamel?" And woe Did the Temptations scream! Bioplar! Monkeys! Gnats of blueberry softness! Unite! Smite the temptress of obfuscating vile putrid bicycles! Rend her bones into powder to grease the wheels of our public school system! The universe cries, fore the innocent of mechanically separated meat tubes weep in the graves of hotdog buns. Their screams of denial smothered in condiments of justice!
You have been warned. The VCR of jam is born.

Stephen_Zuckerman · « **Reply #38 on:** June 13, 2007, 12:17:11 am »

Quack.

Interia_Discordius · « **Reply #39 on:** June 13, 2007, 12:23:21 am »

You will not succeed me in that monkey business of winning-ness on victories of prettily beautiful words of no make sense slinging, Jack Sparrow! I will take the VCR jam and transfigormortimagnificantamation into DVD toenails and shoot them out of bendy posters of metallic shoes and make you tie the wriggly snake strings of sandalypoo. The lord did say unto Elvis that, "Peanut butter and banana's fried shall be your doom upon the throne of enamel," but he also told Mr. McDonald, "Make much greasy-filled rings of burger meat stuffed with the flour of the cows and green fields of dollar bills will grow from your rock garden of pet rock growing projects." And there was much lardy pieces of yum yums made and the prophecy of whales in the world hath been found as enlightenment in the eyes of toddler seniors! The temptress gargles evil at this but will never be forgotten for she is mouth wash and makes breath clean like the bark of trees. Consider this YOUR warning, you spreader of VCR jam on tapes of windy messes of black stringy things in curly machine devices. The avenger of the dead cows from meat packages has risen!