how about November, and December

i think acid house would be the best genre for spontaneous sex change

Quote from: Lady Noelle on September 16, 2014, 02:40:22 PM

>not ordering pizza from your xbox

you can do that!?

yeah and it they teleport it right into your stomach for maximum laziness

*ganks op* think twice before you praise, betch.

Quote from: Ryle on September 16, 2014, 02:06:54 PM

Quote from: Elegiac on September 16, 2014, 02:05:46 PM

Today I taught you a thing.

That I make good bread when my L is removed?

D:

Today I taught you a thing.

That I make good bread when my L is removed?

have a rainbow

Quote from: Ryle on September 16, 2014, 01:07:24 PM

Quote from: Vien on September 16, 2014, 01:06:29 PM

Quote from: Ryle on September 16, 2014, 12:37:50 PM

today i am rye

Riley

youz a niggity nogger

Riley Cytarey

Vain Quit on me

i'd put the boobs on my feet

no need for shoes now

So I'm just doing some work down at the saw mill when out of the corner of my eye I see this guy wearing all jet-black leather hauling ass on his horse towards town. He doesn't slow down when he gets to the gates, just gallops through them, across the bridge, and then (you won't believe this) gallops the damn horse straight up the ramp into the mill.
I'm about to dive for cover, but I'm too stunned to react in time. At the very last second, he reigns the horse in and brings it to a stop about a foot away from me. He dismounts from the horse and with a totally blank look on his face turns to me and says "I'd like to buy some lumber."
I'm more than a little freaked out by the whole thing, but I try to play it casual. "Doing some building, eh? We can deliver them wherever you need." The guys reaches into his money purse and pulls out a fistful of gold, hands it to me, and says "I'll take 20 logs." I let out a little sigh of relief, glad that this is going to be over soon, and I tell him that I'll have them hauled over right away.
Without missing a beat, the guy immediately reaches back into his purse and pulls out more gold. "I'll take 20 logs." Why didn't he say he wanted 40 logs? Did he change his mind? Well, whatever. Money is money, I figure. So I tell him the same thing I said before, "We'll have them hauled over right away."
Guy immediately pulls out yet another fistful of gold and repeats himself. What the hell? We do this again and again, him just pulling out wads of cash over and over like he's caught in some kind of endless loop. I keep taking the money, and promising that we'll deliver right away, but he never replies, unless it's to pull out another lump of gold and order 20 more logs.
We do this little routine over a dozen times, at least, just him pulling out gold and buying logs 20 at a time. Then he finally stops, and without saying another word he turns, quickly snatches a butterfly out of the air, rips it in half, shoves both wings into his mouth, gets back on his horse, and then rides it straight into the river.
What the hell just happened?

this thread is fucking casul

yes

stil a casul

Quote from: Ryle on September 16, 2014, 11:35:13 AM

the fuck

writing by hand?

u fokin casul or somethin?

my kumputer broke you feklorde I  have to post from the paper

only stone age hippies browse the web via paper