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I think Sonic's fifteen minutes of fame ended with the end of the Sega Megadrive.

A one... two-- A one... two... three... four... Half a bee, philosophically, Must, ipso facto, half not be. But half the bee has got to be Vis a vis, its entity. D'you see? But can a bee be said to be Or not to be an entire bee When half the bee is not a bee Due to some ancient injury? Singing... La dee dee, one two three, Eric the half a bee. A B C D E F G, Eric the half a bee. Is this wretched demi-bee, Half-asleep upon my knee, Some freak from a menagerie? No! It's Eric the half a bee! Fiddle de dum, Fiddle de dee, Eric the half a bee. Ho ho ho, tee hee hee, Eric the half a bee. I love this hive, employee-ee, Bisected accidentally, One summer afternoon by me, I love him carnally. He loves him carnally, Semi-carnally. The end. Cyril Connelly? No; semi-carnally! Oh. Cyril Connelly. [whistling]

Curse my metal body, I wasn't fast enough, R2!

... Keeping non sequitur comments within the general terms of the thread. Oh, and I liked it when he lost a life and all the rings went Spring! around the screen.

I regret to inform you that your munificent and worthy offer has been unfortunately met with a not-completely-satisfactory response concerning the requestor. I wish to inform you of this news, however, please do feel free to make more requests in future, as these are not jeopardized in any way by previous unsuccesful attempts. Much. Once again, thank you for your kinda attention to this matter.

I used to frequent a lot of message boards, before the web. Some of my favourites were Pave The Earth and Scorched Earth. Sonic The Hedgehog was pretty amazing.

Ding Dong the merry high, the merry low, Ding Dong the wicked witch is dead! She's gone where the goblins go, Below, be - low, low, low, ... low, Let's open up and sing, And ring the bells out, Ding Dong the witch is dead, Which old witch? The Wicked Witch! Ding Dong the Wicked Witch is dead! Refrain Oh, I'm bored. I don't want to do this any longer. (Background: "You say you always wanted to be a gynacologist?") I always wanted to be ... A LUMBERJACK! Jumping from tree to tree ... The mighty Scotch Pine, Birch, In my best garb I would sing ... Oh, I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay, I sleep all night and I works all day ...

I am very proud of my triceps; they took a lot of development during my tenure as a gymnast at school, and have continued to give me great service holding my arms up, as necessary.

Freudian slip

Catholics give great ... um ... are familiar with repressed thoughts and therefore seem more in touch with their physical ... um ... they can take confession and seek forgiveness for all sorts of things, including deviations not mentioned die to the unknown rating of this forum ... AND a Pope of Discordia can make anyone a Saint, instantly (now that's something you can yell out at the appropriate moment!).

There's another Dirty Happy being made, too ...

Fear the black bars!

And no-one has yet claimed infalibility as a Pope of Discodia ... "

I'm asking what the hell that comic is talking about!

We are, sadly, in the minority.

Many thanks. It's eay to say that about pasty white babies. But how does a nice sun-reared fruit-fed plump carribean baby sound? Glazed with a habanero and molasses sauce? <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Reminds me of a joke. Man goes into a shoe store to purchase same. Saleman shows lots of shoes, none suitable. Finally he comes to the end of normal stock and has an idea. "Sir, I have some very, very special custom shoes you may be interested in, but they are very expensive, for reasons that will become obvious when I show them to you." "Okay, it can't hurt to look." "Here they are,"says the salesman after returning from the backroom with a pair of thin, light, and perfectly fitting skins. "They are so light, and seem watertight, yet able to breath! That's amazing!" "Yes sir." "What's the deal?" "They cost $10000." "What?!" says the man, aghast. "They are made from the skin of real people's feet, so naturally they are a very precious resource and not easy to get." "I see," said the man, "well, I certainly can't afford them. It's a pity, though, because they are the most unbelievably good shoes I have ever worn ..." "Well, I have another pair in black, for $10 ..." This principle is called hedonistic economics. A similar idea is to take those in a society who have defaulted or forfeited their rights, say murders, and use them for the good of others in society (making the best of a bad person). This would be using their belongings and organs etc for other innocents, as the physical manefestation part of their karmic balancing (or socio-redress). Certainly has the advantage of removing all possibility of recidivism, AND the individuals get that warm feeling of contributing to society -- whether they want to or not -- just before their last organs are taken. :D

No, it is either Wendigo or Wolverine:

Stallone is making Rambo 4 (actually, technically the numbering is First Blood 4: Rambo 3, but nobody seems too worried). He is writing, directing and starring in it at the age of 58.

They mention on that Hulk comic the "first ever Canadian superhero", either meaning Wolverine or Mondolymnshazzam, or whatever his its name is. What was the Canadian Iron Man like?

As long as these wierd and inexplicable insights are actually random and (therefore rolled) and can also backfire ... (I'm sure that nice looking Paladin really is a monster that I have to kill in disguise ... oops, no its not!)

The 617th plane of Hell, Rustopia ... full of Rust D

You don't know Chris Avellone, do you? You don't know who he was referring to that was in danger of developing a triangular-shaped face, do you? "

I suppose it comes down to role-playing versus prior knowledge ... If you place more traps the next time you face an enemy you are cheating (because you are relying on knowledge your PC shouldn't have), you munchkin!

I think she's checking for a pulse <{POST_SNAPBACK}> That is an intersting thermometrical technique ... That's no moon!

Those :ph34r: :ph34r: ? <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Baley, exuberant fulsome praise registers as effluent ... your DL praise-o-meter is stuck on 11, so it is not easy to tell whether you prefer it for its intrinsic artiness, or the artist who created it ...