thepixiesrock

Hahahahahaha, aces!

What do the stars mean when I bring up that little pannel by clicking on people's names?

This whole thing is just a little too ridics.

But I was set in my ways!

I hear that

You burst through the castle gates, you can hear the quiet hum of your molecular pulse gun as it reaches maximum strength. You turn to Roskwell, "Are you ready? We may not make it through this one." he shakes his head. "I died a long time ago Zink, my body's just one stubborn son of a bitch." Just then the doors to the main hall open, and another wave of guards fill the room. Just like the last ones, they been horribly disfigured from the evil power of the evil Duke Crockshaw. "Well Roskwell, it's been nice knowing you. Maybe if we had met under different circumstances, we could have grown to become good friends." "You killed my brother Jink, and that I can never forgive. But now I see why you did it. And I understand now. You really love her, don't you?" "Love? No, I don't think love expresses my feelings enough. No, I don't think there are words to even express my feelings, but then, I was always more of an action man myself, Rosk." "Well then, after you, lover boy." You hear your gravity pulverizor beep, and then notice that your quantum jetpack has fully recharged. It's go time mofo. In one single spectacular motion, you soar into the air and begin putting that MPG to work. Withing seconds, the entire batallion of grusome and disfigured guards is reduced to nothing. You almost feel bad about killing them, because they were attacking you from wheelchairs. You also almost feel bad about them not having weapons, and not attacking you at all. Almost. You rush through the doors into the main hall, Rosk prancing behind you on all three legs. "Ahhh, Jink. So nice of you to join us. Me and the Princess were just about to have dinner." The dark figure gnarls. "You're just in time for the main course, in fact, you ARE the main course! Hagagagagagagaga!" "You're a madman Crocksworth, you big meanie." "A madman, eh? If I, Lord Crockwrath am a madman, then what does that make you?" "Why, I think that makes me a hero." "Hahagagagaghaha, a hero? Well boy if all you need to do to be a hero is be killed by me, then I guess that makes your parents heroes!" Gasp!!! "You..." is all you can muster, tears filling your eyes. "It's ok, little one, let it out, let it all out. I'm here for you. There is no need for you to die, just take my hand, and we can rule this land, together. Father, and son." "What?! No, that's not possible, it can't be!" "That's right Jink, I was, am your father." Gasp!!! "But... But you said you killed my parents!" a stream of tears flowing out of your eyes, into a lake of tears on the ground where you are kneeling, flowing into a river of tears, that in turn flows into an ocean, of tears. Your tears. "In a way, that is true, I did kill you mother, and in doing so, part of me died. The part of me tha cares. Now, join me Jink, you must. Give me the sword. It is your... destiny." You look over at Raskwell, he is starring back at you, speechless. You can barely wrap your mind around all that has happened to you. Collecting the three crystal spheres of Okirok, and journying to Dungaro Mountain to obtain the Dungaro bracelet of might. And then, when you finally opened the Temple of Infinity, and Managed to get the Sword of Infinite. All of this, all this time, it was your father who you were preparing to fight. And now, now it's all comming to a close. (A) Pull out the sword and prepare to fight. (B) give the sword to your father, and join him.

More like Duke Nukem Fornever! Haw, haw, haw Am I right fellas, I mean, am I right?

Yeah, but not because of my knowledge of physics. I don't relly do physical labor.

I watched John Q today, and I cried during it.

I got a B+ on my physics mid-term. I was pretty, and happy.

Yeah, remember, there is no such thing as good, just the absence of evil.

Couldn't be!

Naked City live - Erotico

Who me?

Well, everyone has a right to their [sic] opinion.

Right before battle they'd probably just realize that it was all just a wacky misunderstanding, and then sign a peace treaty or something.

Sure, everything in the commercial looked good relative to the fake computer generated people, but if you tried to compare that to actual real people, then the results would be just as bad, if not worse looking than any cureent effects used.

Yeah, you'd better have some hard evidence that you didn't just pirate that stuff. Let me tell you, the pirating police walking the streeets here has doubled in the past year alone. It's a sad day when you're just walking down the street, minding your own business, and are suddenly subjected to a radom piracy search. Yes, a sad day indeed.

Miles Davis - A Night in Tunisia

He's lying to you about not listening to music. He listens to jazz and classical.

Naked City live - Batman

Wow, you've all got more gigs of music than I have of memory on my computer.

-Go to a street corner and watch people walking down the street, and point out all of their flaws, then remember why you are a better person then all of them. -Moon everyone who looks at you for a day. -Open a shop right next-door to another shop, and run them out of business, just to see them squirm. -Find a homeless man and wave a wad of cash in front of him. Then burn it. -Get a promotion and make sure you screw over 10 friends in doing so. -Invite someone over for a home cooked meal, don't forget the laxatives! Don't worry, they'll think it's funny later. -Get a shy and bookish girl to fall in love with you. When she does, dump her and tell her you can do better. -Spend 10 years getting fat, paying people to come over your house and play PnP, and playing video games and hating every one of them. -Turn up your T.V. and stereo obnoxiously loud, and then when the neighbors come round to complain, talk to them through a megaphone. -Go to a disco and be the best dancer there. If you're pretty, wear really nice and expensive clothes, to show how much better than everyone else you are. If you're not pretty, don't go, they don't like your kind there. -Get drunk and take a nap in the park. While taking the nap be sure to puke on yourself. Also, be a bum. -Only pursue the dreams that you can actually achieve. Remember, happiness is only measured in success. And hookers. -Try and hold a job for a month you worthless hippy, you parents can't support you forever. -Don't get married, it will only slow down your love life. -Paint your loved one with smeared poop. Everywhere. -Spend half an hour smelling other people until they are so uncomfortable that they move. Hurray, the couch is yours! -Spend an entire weekend gorging yourself in front of a homeless family at the local soup kitchen, then, puke it all out in front of them. It

I stand by my statement god dammit.

Have you seen anything that shows that they aren't?