Author Topic: The Game (Read 7195 times)

IDE · « **on:** Aug 22, 2006, 07:45:14 PM »

Look at this weasley little douche

He calls himself "style" (all these guys have matrix handles like "mystery" etc.) What does he do? He picks up women and sleeps with them. Apparently there is a whole community of these guys out there. They break it down into complex mechanics and have formulas for getting laid. Style there created his master work formula and dubbed it "The Anihilation Method" then he sold only 375 copies of it and it shall never be released again...I just googled it and found this apparently he gives seminars as well.

I take a dump on the chest of all this chicanery!

Drink burboun + talk to girl FTW!

edit: I just actually read the 2nd link and the 5 guys that took the seminar results are a typical night at work for me. Also I found out that these sneaky shits have a term for me and mine "Naturals" they call us.

B E C K · « **Reply #1 on:** Aug 22, 2006, 07:52:08 PM »

He looks slimy. Maybe his game was improved with hair.

Rama · « **Reply #2 on:** Aug 22, 2006, 11:51:06 PM »

Sometimes I call myself Lord Periwinkle, master of five of the seven seas.... But only at bath time.

Fiero · « **Reply #3 on:** Aug 23, 2006, 01:55:49 PM »

Sometimes I call myself Eustace Scrubb in hopes that I'll turn into a frumpy dragon.

Sam · « **Reply #4 on:** Aug 25, 2006, 12:28:52 PM »

If it makes you feel any better I still think you're a tool.

Fiero · « **Reply #5 on:** Aug 25, 2006, 02:57:39 PM »

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If it makes you feel any better I still think you're a tool.

I prefer to be called by my proper name, Plumb R Rench

IDE · « **Reply #6 on:** Aug 25, 2006, 09:17:47 PM »

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If it makes you feel any better I still think you're a tool.

it does...thanks.

Bernie AKA · « **Reply #7 on:** Aug 26, 2006, 05:58:32 PM »

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Sometimes I call myself Eustace Scrubb in hopes that I'll turn into a frumpy dragon.

Then you'll be constantly be peeling yourself out of dragon skins. Imaagine the mess.

Fiero · « **Reply #8 on:** Aug 29, 2006, 11:38:08 AM »

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Sometimes I call myself Eustace Scrubb in hopes that I'll turn into a frumpy dragon.

Then you'll be constantly be peeling yourself out of dragon skins. Imaagine the mess.

But then I can sell them for fun and profit! Imagine the GOLD SWEET GLORIOUS GOLD!

B E C K · « **Reply #9 on:** Aug 29, 2006, 11:41:00 PM »

Meanwhile, IDE is still a tool. Go, go powet wrench!

IDE · « **Reply #10 on:** Aug 30, 2006, 03:07:40 AM »

Rama · « **Reply #11 on:** Aug 30, 2006, 06:25:01 AM »

“Samurai Swords and Socks” would make a great title for something.

B E C K · « **Reply #12 on:** Aug 31, 2006, 12:00:15 AM »

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Holy crap that thing is long, yet it fits right in your hand!

Derrick · « **Reply #13 on:** Aug 31, 2006, 12:28:13 AM »

Not very thick, though.

B E C K · « **Reply #14 on:** Aug 31, 2006, 12:29:53 AM »

Yeah, an F for girth! Snap goes the weasel, foo'!

Extra Zero · « **Reply #15 on:** Aug 31, 2006, 12:36:27 AM »

Zero exclusively uses Smith and Wesson Border Guard knives.

IDE · « **Reply #16 on:** Aug 31, 2006, 01:48:53 AM »

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Yeah, an F for girth! Snap goes the weasel, foo'!

Man can only hope to cast in the name of god that I am not guilty with.

Rama · « **Reply #17 on:** Aug 31, 2006, 02:53:08 AM »

These analogies will make you wince whenever you hear the term "Drop Forged".

B E C K · « **Reply #18 on:** Aug 31, 2006, 01:09:38 PM »

More importantly, IDE's wrench is capapable of turning many nuts.

Wickedly Yours E · « **Reply #19 on:** Aug 31, 2006, 11:48:02 PM »

What the flying fuck is all this crap?

Rama · « **Reply #20 on:** Sep 01, 2006, 01:25:32 AM »

I have to wonder why he has this thing exactly. I mean is there a really large nut in his living room that needs to be tightened every few hours or something? Or does he just have it cause it's big and shiney?

IDE · « **Reply #21 on:** Sep 01, 2006, 02:43:12 AM »

One night in a drunken stupor my best friend and I were walking all the way back to our apartment from the bars and we crossed through campus. I opened a random door in this strangely placed building and we went inside. It was a strange building and there was an engine sound coming from another door (my friend searched for traps but he found none) so I opened that one too. Therein we found a giant mechanical turbine type thing and on a table all laid out in a row were giant wrenches. I took the biggest for my own and my friend took the next largest. It wasn't until years later when we ventured into dwarven territories that we found out that they were Glavorn and Fn'arl two ancient artifacts forged for the goblin wars.

Rama · « **Reply #22 on:** Sep 01, 2006, 03:53:02 AM »

And somewhere there is a building full of freezing children, cause someone stole the only wrench able to fix the generator that provides heat to their building.

IDE · « **Reply #23 on:** Sep 01, 2006, 12:39:31 PM »

Perhaps there is...perhaps there is

*exhales some smoke rings*

Guest · « **Reply #24 on:** Sep 01, 2006, 10:51:02 PM »

Thief!

Author Topic: The Game (Read 7195 times)

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