iAmCaffeine

[owenshooter]

is Roberto banned?

[iAmCaffeine]

I think you mean Roberta. There is no Roberto around here. Sort your vowels out.

[owenshooter]

I think you mean Roberta. There is no Roberto around here. Sort your vowels out.

no, no... i said what i meant...-Jésus noir

[iAmCaffeine]

Whatever you say Pete!

[ronsizzle]

im confused, is coffee boy banned?

[Dukasaur]

im confused, is coffee boy banned?

Doesn't seem to be.

[ronsizzle]

im confused, is coffee boy banned?

Doesn't seem to be.

are you banned?

[Dukasaur]

im confused, is coffee boy banned?

Doesn't seem to be.

are you banned?

Haven't observed myself to be. Of course, I'm not sure how it is supposed to feel, so I suppose it's entirely conceivable that I might be banned without knowing it. There are countless theories that posit life after death, and there are theories the posit that on a quantum level we can both be and not be, so I suppose it's entirely possible that one can both be banned and not banned at the same time, or oscillating in and out of a ban without knowing it.

Does Shroedinger's Cat Dream of Electric Mice?

[Symmetry]

Owen- You're watching a stage play - a banquet is in progress. The guests are enjoying an appetizer of raw oysters. The entree consists of boiled dog stuffed with rice. The raw oysters are less acceptable to you than a dish of boiled dog.

[owenshooter]

Owen- You're watching a stage play - a banquet is in progress. The guests are enjoying an appetizer of raw oysters. The entree consists of boiled dog stuffed with rice. The raw oysters are less acceptable to you than a dish of boiled dog.

please stay on topic, it is enough that we have to deal with your continual bumps within your own threads... now, with the advent of your recent attempts to derail threads and stalk me, you have hit the next level of super trolldom... congrats...-Jésus noir

[Dukasaur]

You are Number Six.

[Symmetry]

Owen- You're watching a stage play - a banquet is in progress. The guests are enjoying an appetizer of raw oysters. The entree consists of boiled dog stuffed with rice. The raw oysters are less acceptable to you than a dish of boiled dog.

please stay on topic, it is enough that we have to deal with your continual bumps within your own threads... now, with the advent of your recent attempts to derail threads and stalk me, you have hit the next level of super trolldom... congrats...-Jésus noir

[ronsizzle]

dukasaur is a very cheeky bastard, and must be stopped.

[Jdsizzleslice]

@ Caff: Your request to be on my quote list was granted.

[owenshooter]

@ Caff: Your request to be on my quote list was granted.

what does this have to do with the topic in this thread? next time, utilize the PM function of your inbox. this thread is not for you to spam with personal correspondence... wow... the black jesus is in shock!-Jésus noir

[Jdsizzleslice]

@ Caff: Your request to be on my quote list was granted.

what does this have to do with the topic in this thread? next time, utilize the PM function of your inbox. this thread is not for you to spam with personal correspondence... wow... the black jesus is in shock!-Jésus noir

Lol.

[Symmetry]

@ Caff: Your request to be on my quote list was granted.

what does this have to do with the topic in this thread? next time, utilize the PM function of your inbox. this thread is not for you to spam with personal correspondence... wow... the black jesus is in shock!-Jésus noir

Owen-You’re in a desert walking along in the sand when all of the sudden you look down, and you see a tortoise, crawling toward you. You reach down, you flip the tortoise over on its back. The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over, but it can’t, not without your help. But you’re not helping. Why is that?

[Jdsizzleslice]

@ Caff: Your request to be on my quote list was granted.

what does this have to do with the topic in this thread? next time, utilize the PM function of your inbox. this thread is not for you to spam with personal correspondence... wow... the black jesus is in shock!-Jésus noir

Owen-You’re in a desert walking along in the sand when all of the sudden you look down, and you see a tortoise, crawling toward you. You reach down, you flip the tortoise over on its back. The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over, but it can’t, not without your help. But you’re not helping. Why is that?

Because he hates