Laozi

Nick Drake ~ Pink Moon

Laozi notes how approachable Sega Shaman seems to be. Her happy go lucky nature is a breath of fresh air compared to the stuffy, intellectual types he was always paying for sex. Her delicate hands began to dance, to dance in way like no hands have danced before. Laozi is reminded of his mother and the sadness she carried with her in her hands, as if those hands had seen something so horrible that they could never live a normal life again. If only there was some way to know where those hands had been, and then Laozi saw that chance in Sega Shaman. Laozi was only half paying attention when another even louder and more jet liner like noise came from the roof top.

Way to ruin another thread, Guard Dog, or should I say Lard Dog. bwahahahahahhahahaha

Lets get this dust to the Lab, asap!!!

The Pillow ~ Crazy Sunshine

You just stole my idea, you ass!! Everybody saw that, you hoodwinked me you bastard.

The city's greatest bomb inspector, Laozi, walks in at just the right moment. His eyes betray a sense of insecurity that originates from the fact that none of his girlfriend's parents ever showed more then the most mild interest in his life, which slowly evolved into something bigger over time. His tweed jacket is literally coming apart at the seems and his breath reeks of cheap cigars and lamb meat from all the gyros he eats. He first notices that the top button of french maid's blouse has come undone, revealing ample cleavage aided by a push up bra. Her heels are atleast a size too big and her wet hands indicate that she has just engaged in what is commonly refered to as a whore's bath inwhich only the armpits and genitals are washed. He then follows her eyes to the delivery boy's package and the job that awaits within. Don't move an inch!

No, thats what I'm saying. World records are like saying this guy could probably eat the most hotdogs in the world, so what he eats is the world record, or that guy can really smoke cigarettes so how many he smokes in an hour would be the world record. All I'm purposing is that maybe like once every couple of years, or every year even, then get together the most likely candidates to set these records and make them compete to get them instead of just handing them out to the guy or girl who appears to be the most capable. Like if some one wanted the world record for acting, they could get together all the world's best actors and they could literally act it down to the last person, man that'd be cool.

You've got to lean forward when you run.

They say world record, but did anyone actual do that or are they just using models and equations? World records are all just a bunch of conjecture

He's talking to me? :ninja10:

Alright, I called my cousin in Seattle on the phone, and I think I got what I'm suppose to do. Tell me if I'm doing this right, alright? ::Laozi walks into the bar and orders an ale:: Is that right, did I do ok?

Yeah, I liked Orko too, with his trickery and what not. I remember this one time he was playing around in the old library in Castle GreySkull and 'accidently' found this old book, oh the headache it created for old Man At Arms.

I didn't assume infinte endurance, I said I thought I could get going faster once I got my momentum going, as it was I could only work with forty yards worth of momentum.

Rusted Root? Are you tweaking again, Laozi? and I'll see your and raise you David Bowie - Modern Love David Bowie and Queen ~ Under Pressure.

awww man, Rusted Root, they suck Kor. David Bowie ~ Fame

Well, I know I can run 40 yards in a shade under 4 1/2 seconds. Assuming that, you multiply that by 44 to get the necessary mile. Thats 198 seconds. So if someone had a calculator we could figure out how many minutes that would be. I'm thinking about 3 1/2 minutes, but I think I could get that down even further once I get my momentum going. Am I having to carry anything? What kind of shoes do I have on?

How do you know when someone wins? What are the rules? How many Hit Points do I get?

I was wondering the same thing and I meant nothing dirty, The Krook and I are totally e-buddies till we die, 4-eva.

Are you going to ride around on his shoulders?