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liquidstatik Sep 15th, 2006 04:10 PM

i just ate 5 WAFFLES with syrup and im so stuffed but i need some milk really bad my mouth is dry :x

Sam Sep 15th, 2006 04:14 PM

ARE YOU SURE IT'S NOT FROM ALL THE DRUGS YOU TAKE? :rolleyes

MarioRPG Sep 15th, 2006 05:25 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by MetalMilitia
He's suffering from a broken heart :tear

Tru dat.

GADZOOKS Sep 16th, 2006 02:28 AM



GARRRRFIELDDDDDD!

Juttin Sep 16th, 2006 02:59 AM

Apparently it's because he feels unloved here, and has finally succumbed to your daily mockings.


Go, You!


Seriously, that's pretty much what he told me :/

GADZOOKS Sep 16th, 2006 03:40 AM

If Pub Lover talks to you then I can completely understand why he has no will to live.

Juttin Sep 16th, 2006 12:45 PM

GADZOOKS! WHAT WILL HE SAY NEXT?!

ziggytrix Sep 16th, 2006 02:12 PM

who comes to a place called 'mockery' to feel 'loved'. that's just wrong.

oh man, internet dramas!

Fathom Zero Sep 16th, 2006 02:13 PM

Haha, you said "feel loved".

GADZOOKS Sep 16th, 2006 04:48 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Juttin
GADZOOKS! WHAT WILL HE SAY NEXT?!

I'm sorry Juttin, but before you can perform your comedy here you have to finish your homework.

Read the following poem and answer each question in a paragraph.

O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

1. Who is the Captain, and why is he acting the way he is?
2. What feelings this this poem bring up?
3. When Uncle Jesse went back to high school on Full House what did he believe this poem meant? What did you think this poem meant?
4. Do you believe that playing a video game with Chojin gives you Idiot Immunity?
5. Define the word mournful.

MarioRPG Sep 16th, 2006 09:36 PM

All these metaphors make my head spin. And not in a good way.

Juttin Sep 16th, 2006 10:30 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by GADZOOKS
Quote:

Originally Posted by Juttin
GADZOOKS! WHAT WILL HE SAY NEXT?!

I'm sorry Juttin, but before you can perform your comedy here you have to finish your homework.

Read the following poem and answer each question in a paragraph.

O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

1. Who is the Captain, and why is he acting the way he is?
2. What feelings this this poem bring up?
3. When Uncle Jesse went back to high school on Full House what did he believe this poem meant? What did you think this poem meant?
4. Do you believe that playing a video game with Chojin gives you Idiot Immunity?
5. Define the word mournful.

1. The protagonist's father
2. None
3. Probably something that had Fonzie in it
4. I don't get the reference :(
5. Mournful-feeling or expressing sorrow or grief; sorrowful

Fathom Zero Sep 17th, 2006 12:46 AM

He's referring to RAN, ya looney.

GADZOOKS Sep 17th, 2006 01:25 AM

I said paragraphs, eric matthews.

Juttin Sep 17th, 2006 01:44 AM

Fuck you, MR. Feeny!


:(

Fathom Zero Sep 17th, 2006 03:07 AM

I have a confession.

Juttin Sep 17th, 2006 03:26 AM

Don't go gay on me, boy >:

Fathom Zero Sep 17th, 2006 03:47 AM

Crap, I forgot my confession. I'll think of it later.

HickMan Sep 18th, 2006 09:55 PM


The Retro Kat Sep 21st, 2006 05:23 AM

It's about Abe Lincoln, by the way...

Walt Whitman was gay, he had a young man slave...what a badass.

Sethomas Sep 21st, 2006 09:55 AM

Actually, my English teacher described him as "pansexual", like he could get aroused from absolutely anything. She provided the mental image of walking outside and popping a boner from the wind.

The Retro Kat Sep 21st, 2006 02:34 PM

He seems like the type...

HickMan Sep 23rd, 2006 04:43 PM

Thanks to whoever changed my avatar it's pretty rad

MarioRPG Sep 25th, 2006 04:03 PM

There wasn't a post here on Monday? BLASPHEMY.

Pink Sep 25th, 2006 09:13 PM

here's a post for you, asshole >:


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