Oh no, your avatar has attacked!
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I am attacked by nonexistence. The very void that each of us teeters on has risen from the darkest recesses of human mind to claim me. There is nothing, only the eternal oblivion and existential dread of our minimalistic, brief, meaningless existence in this endless universe, so immeasurably inconsequential that the tiniest, most esoteric and unknown bacteria of our world seems grand and purposeful in comparison.
I guess I start cutting and wearing black or something.
I guess I start cutting and wearing black or something.
Well, the ship won't be able to go anywhere, but if I'm on the water, well then I'm royally screwed.
mine's a Little Sister
don't worry, we're fine, as long as nobody gives her anything even resembling a needle
don't worry, we're fine, as long as nobody gives her anything even resembling a needle
lulz, all television in the world goes bust. No more fucking reality shows. No more fucking jersey shore. No more fucking what not to wear. And since there's likely a lockout in the NFL, I wouldn't be hurt either. I suppose the only way for it to be even better is if it would somehow destroy faeces book as well
That's not Arnold, son, that's John Rambo. And trust me, you'd much prefer Arnold, an aging muscle-actor and former governor, to Rambo, whose kill count could probably fill a small country.A Weakgeek said:
Oh wait, I guess it could be Dutch instead. I'm not entirely sure which, but you'll still want Arnold more than either of those.
It's a dragon!
But it's friendly!
..it'll probably hug me, and accidentally crush me to death while at it.
But it's friendly!
..it'll probably hug me, and accidentally crush me to death while at it.
Mine's worse. Murder is part of his gimmick. I think I win... by that, I mean I lose.Not G. Ivingname said:
The esteemed Philosiraptor assaults my mind with clever conundrums ranging from politics to sex and everything you can think of. He makes me think about certain things differently and helps highlight the irony of life.
He introduces me to fine brandy and tobacco, he shows me how to sew patches on the elbows of all my tweed coats.
Then he chases me around in a kitchen and chews on my spine. I lose. Bigtime.
He introduces me to fine brandy and tobacco, he shows me how to sew patches on the elbows of all my tweed coats.
Then he chases me around in a kitchen and chews on my spine. I lose. Bigtime.
I shouldn't worry, unless....what happens if the place where the Tardis materializes has a person standing there already?
