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Posted: 17 Dec 2006, 01:18
by Alikh
It seems Celsan is gaining on me in the number of posts. Soon I might not hold the #1 spot anymore. :lol:

Posted: 17 Dec 2006, 11:59
by Tseng
POST WHORE! Yet another post for posts sake

Posted: 17 Dec 2006, 12:22
by Celsan
Now where did I put those admin priveleges *goes off to find post-count turbo button*

Posted: 17 Dec 2006, 16:27
by Spectral
I would never post just for the sake of postcounts.

Posted: 17 Dec 2006, 16:27
by Spectral
I don't like when people do stuff like that.

Posted: 17 Dec 2006, 16:28
by Spectral
You know what else I don't like?

Posted: 17 Dec 2006, 16:28
by Spectral
Bacon, that's what.

Posted: 17 Dec 2006, 16:29
by Spectral
...

Posted: 17 Dec 2006, 16:29
by Spectral
...okay, that was a lie.

Posted: 17 Dec 2006, 16:30
by Spectral
I like bacon just as much as the next guy.

Posted: 17 Dec 2006, 16:30
by Spectral
So, what's up?

Posted: 17 Dec 2006, 20:38
by Alikh
Oh my god, nelle just passed me! :lol: Must post more bacon!

Posted: 18 Dec 2006, 12:33
by Guest
Bacon. Yum.

Posted: 18 Dec 2006, 12:34
by Guest
I concur with the me that wasn't logged in.

Bacon. Yum.

Posted: 18 Dec 2006, 12:36
by Rhaena
I still think "Bacon. Yum." but for some reason my stupid PC is logging me out as soon as I jump into a thread! I think It's finally worked now.

Posted: 18 Dec 2006, 12:37
by Rhaena
Wooohooo! It finally worked!!



ps, Bacon. Yum.

Posted: 19 Dec 2006, 09:06
by Velianatos
Who said bacon?! gief now!!!! LF39M for Fatpig lair!!

Posted: 19 Dec 2006, 09:30
by Valeriux
Anonymous wrote:Bacon. Yum.
I can only agree with that.

Posted: 19 Dec 2006, 09:32
by Valeriux
Azyrae wrote:Wooohooo! It finally worked!!



ps, Bacon. Yum.
Nothing works - it's an illusion...

Posted: 19 Dec 2006, 12:14
by Rhaena
Two french men are stuck in the desert, wandering aimlessly and close to death. They are close to just lying down and waiting for the inevitable, when all of a sudden one of them stops and sniffs the air.

"Hey Pierre, do you smell what I smell? Eet is bacon I am sure of eet."

"Oui, Jean Paul, eet smells like bacon to mee".

So, with renewed strength, they struggle up the next sand dune, and
there, in the distance, is a tree loaded with bacon. There's raw bacon, dripping with moisture, there's fried bacon, back bacon, double smoked bacon - every imaginable kind of cured pig meat.

"Pierre! We ees saved! Eet EES a bacon tree!"

"Jean Paul, are you sure ees not a meerage? We ees in the Desert don't forget.."

"Pierre when deed you ever hear of a meerage that smeell like bacon - eet is no meerage, eet is a bacon tree".

And with that Jean Paul races toward the tree. He gets to within 5 meters, with Pierre following closely behind, when all of a sudden a machine gun opens up and Jean Paul is cut down in a hail of bullets.

It is clear he is mortally wounded but, true friend that he is, he manages to warn Pierre with his dying breath.

"Pierre", eh says, "Go back, eet is no bacon tree."

"Jean Paul, mon ami, what ees it?"

"Eet is no bacon tree, eet is an 'am bush."



/apologies