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Discussion in 'THREAD ARCHIVES' started by Asmodeus, Dec 14, 2009.
I will wish a nectrotizing facitiis upon you.
*Tackles him to the floor*
I WUV YOU!
Armageddon's Engineer gets a year older.
I swear it, the Penguins will pay...
THEY WILL PAY!!!
I hope your birfffdaaay ish funnnnnn!
Shall I demolish that armament?
WHERE'S THE DAMNED CAKE! AND WHY AREN'T THE ANTI-RICK-ROLL'ED SPELL BANNERS NOT UP YET?! AND WHERE ARE THE DAMNED HOOOOOOOOOOKEEEEEERS!
-runs into the thread- Someone said hookers...where...!
Oh...It was TK! Are you doing favors in the gutter again?
-hands a army of flesh eating mutant blueberries to Ryker- Happy birthday!
The stripper pole is on the left of the bar in the back, in the naughty bits of the birthday party room....
Hippy birthday, Ryker!
-drags TK with her- DANCE WOMAN. -points up at the pole then runs off ta spike the already spiked punch-
*Whimpers and then tries to dance on the pole, effectively knocking herself in the head with it five times*
COR! HELP ME SEXY!
-facepalms at TK then dunks her head in the punch bowl to drink-
*Drains the bowl, then starts giggling madly before stealing Cor's top and running away with it*
Oh dear.... SOMEONE GET ME A TRANQ DART! -runs after TK trying to get her shirt back- TK! STOP RUNNING! GIMME MY SHIRT BACK!
*Throws her shirt at the VERY top of the stripper pole*
CLIMB! HEHEHEHEHEHEH AHAHAHAHAHA!
O_O" uhh...damnit. -climbs and gets her shirt, spiraling back down with it and ending up upside down somehow- TK HELP! GEMME' DOWN FROM HERE!
*Points and laughs, too plastered to help*
Ryker, if you would please...
*Ryker blows the stripper pole and Corvus away with an MGL-140 grenade launcher.*
Seriously, Ah don' git paid enough fer 'is shite.
I do believe the perfect gift for a man like Ryker would be a woman dressed up as that chick that gives you your debriefings in Red Alert 3, russian accent and everything.