Schroe 12/12/2003 8:06:46
So, how’s it going?
TheNintenGenius 12/13/2003 2:27:45
Death. All is death. Death death death. Dying death dead death. Death die. Deat-
Oh fine, things are going OK. Nothing ever happens here, let’s face it. It’s boring. You’d expect at least a triple homicide or two to liven things up, but NOOOO, things are progressing normally. I hate it when business is slow.
I should go to Iraq, man. They need angels of darkness like myself over there right now, I know it! Then I can reap some souls and get things over with before Christmas.
Canjo Rarebear 12/12/2003 22:11:47
It’s going terribly. On the bus ride on the way home today they were playing “Feliz Navidad” on the radio and, as ALWAYS when I hear it, which is EVERY DAY, it got stuck in my head.
I hereby propose a measure whereby any radio stations found to be playing that song are to be foreclosed upon, and all employees thereof executed by guillotine.
HappyBob 12/13/2003 5:29:10
Oh, it’s easy for YOU to say, but somewhere out there, while you’re eating your caviar, driving your fast cars and posting on your internet forums, an African child is doing something.
Think about it.
Stychard 12/13/2003 13:51:37
About as smoothly as Blizzard’s attempts to get hacking off of B.net. Yeah, THAT smoothly.
Canard 12/13/2003 17:04:55
It was all going well until another car cut Sally off, causing her to swerve off the road and into a tree. She woke up in the hospital several months later. The hospital was dark, and she couldn’t feel the presence of anyone in any other rooms. “Hello?” she muttered under her breath.
At that moment there was a sudden, startling rumbling noise coming from outside. A tree branch thrust itself through the window and grabbed Sally by the neck.
“Why did you run into me?” the tree said in a deep voice.
“It wasn’t my fault! Someone cut me off! Let me go!”
“Oh, really? Guess I shouldn’t have destroyed all mankind, then. I only kept you in here so I could have some answers, and then kill you.”
Yup, all the world was going juuust fine.