catdaddy: Coffee is for the weak. I mainline crushed sega saturns directly into my veins. Really? No one going to take a shot?
Coffee is for the weak. I mainline crushed sega saturns directly into my veins.
Really? No one going to take a shot?
I'm not gonna lie, this guy is awesome.
criminolelawyer: catdaddy: Coffee is for the weak. I mainline crushed sega saturns directly into my veins. Really? No one going to take a shot? I'm not gonna lie, this guy is awesome.
I wonder if he's kevlar51's alter-ego
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cheeznrice: criminolelawyer: catdaddy: Coffee is for the weak. I mainline crushed sega saturns directly into my veins. Really? No one going to take a shot? I'm not gonna lie, this guy is awesome. I wonder if he's kevlar51's alter-ego
I went forward through time when a wormhole was created by image-mapping a holographic representation of a successful sega-released game system. I quickly tired of the future, and its complete lack of tonality (all sound - speech, music, even the crashing of ocean waves, gets reduced to the singularly-frequencied emo whine), built an enormous jacob's ladder out of millions of non-decomposing ipods (at that point, they still don't allow you to change the battery yourself, though the device, itself, is now much larger, and acts as a kind of musical womb that you slide into). Unfortunately, being new to this time period, I hadn't yet adapted to the slightly altered gravitational tilt of the earth (the obesity level in america reaching 97% at its apex... before demand for food far outgrew potential supply and the obese were forced into thunderdome-esque arenas to battle one another, with the winner receiving the obvious prize), and, just as I was paving my last plastic brick, the whole thing gave way and collapsed. Because of the velocity that I traveled, and that I was being propelled AGAINST the expanding ebb of the universe, I actually traveled BACK through time to coincidentally land directly on top of myself the moment before I was to create the initial wormhole. I struck myself with such force that I was actually molecularly-grafted to my own body perfectly
Therefore, I am my own alter ego.
catdaddy: I went forward through time when a wormhole was created by image-mapping a holographic representation of a successful sega-released game system. I quickly tired of the future, and its complete lack of tonality (all sound - speech, music, even the crashing of ocean waves, gets reduced to the singularly-frequencied emo whine), built an enormous jacob's ladder out of millions of non-decomposing ipods (at that point, they still don't allow you to change the battery yourself, though the device, itself, is now much larger, and acts as a kind of musical womb that you slide into). Unfortunately, being new to this time period, I hadn't yet adapted to the slightly altered gravitational tilt of the earth (the obesity level in america reaching 97% at its apex... before demand for food far outgrew potential supply and the obese were forced into thunderdome-esque arenas to battle one another, with the winner receiving the obvious prize), and, just as I was paving my last plastic brick, the whole thing gave way and collapsed. Because of the velocity that I traveled, and that I was being propelled AGAINST the expanding ebb of the universe, I actually traveled BACK through time to coincidentally land directly on top of myself the moment before I was to create the initial wormhole. I struck myself with such force that I was actually molecularly-grafted to my own body perfectly Therefore, I am my own alter ego.
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timpysan: catdaddy: I went forward through time when a wormhole was created by image-mapping a holographic representation of a successful sega-released game system. I quickly tired of the future, and its complete lack of tonality (all sound - speech, music, even the crashing of ocean waves, gets reduced to the singularly-frequencied emo whine), built an enormous jacob's ladder out of millions of non-decomposing ipods (at that point, they still don't allow you to change the battery yourself, though the device, itself, is now much larger, and acts as a kind of musical womb that you slide into). Unfortunately, being new to this time period, I hadn't yet adapted to the slightly altered gravitational tilt of the earth (the obesity level in america reaching 97% at its apex... before demand for food far outgrew potential supply and the obese were forced into thunderdome-esque arenas to battle one another, with the winner receiving the obvious prize), and, just as I was paving my last plastic brick, the whole thing gave way and collapsed. Because of the velocity that I traveled, and that I was being propelled AGAINST the expanding ebb of the universe, I actually traveled BACK through time to coincidentally land directly on top of myself the moment before I was to create the initial wormhole. I struck myself with such force that I was actually molecularly-grafted to my own body perfectly Therefore, I am my own alter ego.
I call shenanigans.
Prove me wrong, my friend.
catdaddy: Prove me wrong, my friend.
Working on my thesis as we speak.