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Post by stampededtyphoon on Nov 9, 2004 16:39:55 GMT -5
First, here's one of Rain. I nearly swallowed my gum when I saw this: teh first time we see Kiki: More Kiki: And Kiki decides to go with Machika: teh one of Rain.......[Mouth hangs open, drooling......] [glow=red,2,300] DANNNNNYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!![/glow] Ohhhhhhhhh.......Kiki is SOOOOOOOO CUUUUUUUUTE!!!! I WANNA' a CABBIT!!!
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Post by stampededtyphoon on Nov 9, 2004 16:41:59 GMT -5
I can't see myself as either one really. Or as any of those people for that matter. *Sigh* EVER teh Individualist! [Not that that's a BAD thing, of course!]
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Post by Peanutcat on Nov 9, 2004 16:42:08 GMT -5
Took you long enough to get here!
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Post by stampededtyphoon on Nov 9, 2004 16:44:24 GMT -5
Took you long enough to get here! Eh, I posting my "profile" over on teh "Gay Mortal Kombat" Thread.......
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Post by Peanutcat on Nov 9, 2004 16:46:29 GMT -5
Eh, I posting my "profile" over on teh "Gay Mortal Kombat" Thread....... I saw, I saw!
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Post by lizardali on Nov 9, 2004 16:48:41 GMT -5
Well, its about time I started a new story (which will eventually lead into a sequel/epilogue to teh Dice story).
I was in class teaching my students teh proper way to knead dough when a paper airplane flies outta nowhere and hits me smack ont he side of my head. My first reaction was to turn to teh trouble-making corner of my classroom, consisting of Zazie, who is apparently taking teh class because of Ed, who is apparently taking teh class so she can play with fire. But he appears to be much more interested in beating teh pulp out his poor little lump of dough than tormenting me. "Zazie, take it easy on teh kneading, or that bread will never rise," I say as I remove teh rougue paper craft from my hair. "And Ed, why do you have a flame going? We're not even cooking anything today!" Sighing I take a look at teh airplane and notice there appears to be writing on it. Unfolding it I find this note inside:
Hey Liz!
Wassup? I want you to come over to my place for dinner tonight. Pick you up at 7 'k?
Muchas Smuchas,
Her Emminence
p.s. Bring teh whole gang! teh more teh merrier!
I sigh and think to myself, "This ought ot be interesting, but did she really hafta sign it like that?" I'm brought back to conciousness by teh distinct smell of smoke. "Ed!" I yell, "How many times do I hafta tell you you an't make bread by lighting dough on fire!" But I stop when I realize that it wasn't Ed's dough on fire, but Zazie, running around in circles while Ed sits on her table laughing at teh funny flame-boy. I calmly grab teh fire extinguisher off teh wall and expertly put out teh fire, which luckily had only charred teh back of his shirt. After that I decided I'd had enough for one day, so I dismissed class early. On my way out I happened to pass Em in teh middle of class, standing on top of her desk and gesturing wildly. I shake my head and start to walk away, but Em spots me and before I can escape, she's dragged me into teh classroom. Em: This is perfect! An ideal opportunity to demonstrate what I was just discussing! Em stands behind me with her hands on my shoulders and adresses her class. Em: Now this specimen is a classic example of low self-esteem... Class: Ooh... Me: Hey! I do not have low self-esteem! Em: (nodding) And now she's exhibiting symptoms of denial. Class: Ahhhh... Me: Em, would you stop this, please? Its really embarassing. Em: In a moment. Just one more quick experiment. From outta nowhere she pulls out a beautiful three-layer chocolate cake with strawberies on top. teh class lets out a collective gasp as their mouths begin to water. Me: Ooh, cake... She then drops teh cake on teh floor, sending chocolate icing and smashed berries everywhere. A red veil descends over my eyes as I see teh mess she's just created. Leaping on her desk I turn to her in a fury. Me: Why would you do such a thing!! *grabbing her shirt* I'll make you pay for that!!! Em: Eureka! Split-personalities! teh class erupts into applause. Me: *realizing how I was just manipulated* Oh forget it... Em: And that would be bipolar disorder... Me: Enough already! I can't take it anymore! *runs away screaming* Em: And that class, is what we call a nervous breakdown...
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Post by Peanutcat on Nov 9, 2004 16:52:26 GMT -5
Okay guys! Gotta leave to see doc about my bum knee! May be back later! Wish me luck!
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Post by stampededtyphoon on Nov 9, 2004 16:56:44 GMT -5
Okay guys! Gotta leave to see doc about my bum knee! May be back later! Wish me luck! LUCK, P-cat! [Ooh, bum knee--NOT "fun", noda!]
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Post by stampededtyphoon on Nov 9, 2004 16:58:04 GMT -5
Well, its about time I started a new story (which will eventually lead into a sequel/epilogue to teh Dice story). I was in class teaching my students teh proper way to knead dough when a paper airplane flies outta nowhere and hits me smack ont he side of my head. My first reaction was to turn to teh trouble-making corner of my classroom, consisting of Zazie, who is apparently taking teh class because of Ed, who is apparently taking teh class so she can play with fire. But he appears to be much more interested in beating teh pulp out his poor little lump of dough than tormenting me. "Zazie, take it easy on teh kneading, or that bread will never rise," I say as I remove teh rougue paper craft from my hair. "And Ed, why do you have a flame going? We're not even cooking anything today!" Sighing I take a look at teh airplane and notice there appears to be writing on it. Unfolding it I find this note inside: Hey Liz!
Wassup? I want you to come over to my place for dinner tonight. Pick you up at 7 'k?
Muchas Smuchas,
Her Emminence
p.s. Bring teh whole gang! teh more teh merrier!I sigh and think to myself, "This ought ot be interesting, but did she really hafta sign it like that?" I'm brought back to conciousness by teh distinct smell of smoke. "Ed!" I yell, "How many times do I hafta tell you you an't make bread by lighting dough on fire!" But I stop when I realize that it wasn't Ed's dough on fire, but Zazie, running around in circles while Ed sits on her table laughing at teh funny flame-boy. I calmly grab teh fire extinguisher off teh wall and expertly put out teh fire, which luckily had only charred teh back of his shirt. After that I decided I'd had enough for one day, so I dismissed class early. On my way out I happened to pass Em in teh middle of class, standing on top of her desk and gesturing wildly. I shake my head and start to walk away, but Em spots me and before I can escape, she's dragged me into teh classroom. Em: This is perfect! An ideal opportunity to demonstrate what I was just discussing! Em stands behind me with her hands on my shoulders and adresses her class. Em: Now this specimen is a classic example of low self-esteem... Class: Ooh... Me: Hey! I do not have low self-esteem! Em: (nodding) And now she's exhibiting symptoms of denial. Class: Ahhhh... Me: Em, would you stop this, please? Its really embarassing. Em: In a moment. Just one more quick experiment. From outta nowhere she pulls out a beautiful three-layer chocolate cake with strawberies on top. teh class lets out a collective gasp as their mouths begin to water. Me: Ooh, cake... She then drops teh cake on teh floor, sending chocolate icing and smashed berries everywhere. A red veil descends over my eyes as I see teh mess she's just created. Leaping on her desk I turn to her in a fury. Me: Why would you do such a thing!! *grabbing her shirt* I'll make you pay for that!!! Em: Eureka! Split-personalities! teh class erupts into applause. Me: *realizing how I was just manipulated* Oh forget it... Em: And that would be bipolar disorder... Me: Enough already! I can't take it anymore! *runs away screaming* Em: And that class, is what we call a nervous breakdown... Liz, this WHOLE post just made me LAUGH me ASS off! [And that's A LOT o' "Ass", noda!]
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Post by XerBlade on Nov 9, 2004 18:17:13 GMT -5
Well, its about time I started a new story (which will eventually lead into a sequel/epilogue to teh Dice story). I was in class teaching my students teh proper way to knead dough when a paper airplane flies outta nowhere and hits me smack ont he side of my head. My first reaction was to turn to teh trouble-making corner of my classroom, consisting of Zazie, who is apparently taking teh class because of Ed, who is apparently taking teh class so she can play with fire. But he appears to be much more interested in beating teh pulp out his poor little lump of dough than tormenting me. "Zazie, take it easy on teh kneading, or that bread will never rise," I say as I remove teh rougue paper craft from my hair. "And Ed, why do you have a flame going? We're not even cooking anything today!" Sighing I take a look at teh airplane and notice there appears to be writing on it. Unfolding it I find this note inside: Hey Liz!
Wassup? I want you to come over to my place for dinner tonight. Pick you up at 7 'k?
Muchas Smuchas,
Her Emminence
p.s. Bring teh whole gang! teh more teh merrier!I sigh and think to myself, "This ought ot be interesting, but did she really hafta sign it like that?" I'm brought back to conciousness by teh distinct smell of smoke. "Ed!" I yell, "How many times do I hafta tell you you an't make bread by lighting dough on fire!" But I stop when I realize that it wasn't Ed's dough on fire, but Zazie, running around in circles while Ed sits on her table laughing at teh funny flame-boy. I calmly grab teh fire extinguisher off teh wall and expertly put out teh fire, which luckily had only charred teh back of his shirt. After that I decided I'd had enough for one day, so I dismissed class early. On my way out I happened to pass Em in teh middle of class, standing on top of her desk and gesturing wildly. I shake my head and start to walk away, but Em spots me and before I can escape, she's dragged me into teh classroom. Em: This is perfect! An ideal opportunity to demonstrate what I was just discussing! Em stands behind me with her hands on my shoulders and adresses her class. Em: Now this specimen is a classic example of low self-esteem... Class: Ooh... Me: Hey! I do not have low self-esteem! Em: (nodding) And now she's exhibiting symptoms of denial. Class: Ahhhh... Me: Em, would you stop this, please? Its really embarassing. Em: In a moment. Just one more quick experiment. From outta nowhere she pulls out a beautiful three-layer chocolate cake with strawberies on top. teh class lets out a collective gasp as their mouths begin to water. Me: Ooh, cake... She then drops teh cake on teh floor, sending chocolate icing and smashed berries everywhere. A red veil descends over my eyes as I see teh mess she's just created. Leaping on her desk I turn to her in a fury. Me: Why would you do such a thing!! *grabbing her shirt* I'll make you pay for that!!! Em: Eureka! Split-personalities! teh class erupts into applause. Me: *realizing how I was just manipulated* Oh forget it... Em: And that would be bipolar disorder... Me: Enough already! I can't take it anymore! *runs away screaming* Em: And that class, is what we call a nervous breakdown... *snickers* Whatever you do, don't ever introduce me and Em, heh.
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Post by Peanutcat on Nov 9, 2004 18:18:30 GMT -5
LUCK, P-cat! [Ooh, bum knee--NOT "fun", noda!] Thanks! And no, it's not fun! teh doctor told me I might have arthritis that was aggrivated by teh fall. Damn. Just what I don't need. Oh well, maybe teh drugs will make it better!
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Post by stampededtyphoon on Nov 9, 2004 19:26:14 GMT -5
And, Yet, in SPITE of all that, Zazie STILL ADORES Edward! [Po' wuv-sick IDIOT!]
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Post by stampededtyphoon on Nov 9, 2004 19:39:24 GMT -5
Hey, Guys! Wanna' hear something funny, but ALSO a bit "creepy"!?
Remember How I said that I'd seen "Ghost in teh Shell: Stand Alone Complex" at a convention? Well, when I saw it THEN, is was subbed--Japanese, English subtitles--and as I was watching it there, I thought to myself, "You know whose voice I'd like to hear doing teh former cop? Crispin Freeman's....."
So, tonight I was watching teh dubbed version they showed on [as] Saturday, and WHOSE voice do I HEAR doing THAT character's--Crispin Freeman's!!!
How's THAT for "Weird and Amazing", noda!?
P.S. I like that character--turns out that besides being a former cop who's a good shot and DOESN'T have any cybernetic implants [that he KNOWS of, anyway....], he's also married and has kids
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Post by stampededtyphoon on Nov 9, 2004 19:40:28 GMT -5
Okay, time to be a-moseying along.............
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