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omg, so.....close....


But i got the 600th, you can't take that from me.

Well today I noticed alot more people doing Hot and Cold wearing those Egg Helms, So I guess Im going to try my luck at it as Well...Maybe I will dig up something nice...Ya Right!!!! :)

Pretty. :3

Notice: will trade 3 stacks moat carp for hauby. send a tell if interested.

Ok, this is one of my favorite jokes of all time. It's long, but I promise it's worth the read. Forgive typos, because I'm going to try to blaze through this...

Ok.

In the small town of Pinkville, there's a woman who runs a bed and breakfast.
Her favorite color is pink.
She's painted her house pink, and sprayed her lawn pink.
When you ring the doorbell, a voice echoes through the house: "Piiiiinnnk."
On this particular weekend, the city is hosting a large convention.
The woman, Ms. Pink, is sitting in her pink kitchen eating pink cereal, sitting at a pink table, eating from a pink bowl with a pink spoon, as she flips through a page of her special, pink daily newspaper. She's expecting company.
Downstairs, down a pink hallway with pink pictures in pink picture frames, is a pink back staircase that winds down into a trio of pink back bedrooms, with pink beds, pink bed spreads, pink pillows, pink carpets and pink walls. Each pink bed is neatly made, and atop each sits a pink basket filled with pink bottles of alcohol and chocolate with pink wrappers. Next to each pink basket sits a set of folded pink pajamas.
Ms. Pink is at her table, expecting clients for the convention, when suddenly someone presses the pink doorbell button outside.
"Piiiiinnnnk."
So, Ms. Pink stands up from her pink chair, enters the pink hallway with the pink pictures in the pink picture frames and walks into her pink living room with the pink tv set, the pink fireplace, the pink sofa and the pink easy chair, and she opens the pink front door with the pink front door knob.
Outside stands a businessman. He says he needs a room.
So, Ms. Pink leads him back down the pink hallway with the pink pictures in the pink picture frames, down the pink back staircase and into a pink back bedroom with a pink bed, pink bed spread, pink pillow, pink carpet, pink walls and the pink goodie basket.
"This will be your room," says Ms. Pink. "Make yourself at home, I'll be back in the morning to bring you breakfast."
Then Ms. Pink goes back up the pink back staircase, through the pink hallway with the pink pictures in the pink picture frames and back into her kitchen with the pink chairs, the pink table, pink counters and pink cabinets. She picks up her pink spoon and is about to dip it back into her pink bowl for a bite of pink cereal when her doorbell rings again:
"Piiiiiinnnnnk."
Again, Ms. Pink stands up from her pink chair, enters the pink hallway with the pink pictures in the pink picture frames and walks into her pink living room with the pink tv set, the pink fireplace, the pink sofa and the pink easy chair, and she opens the pink front door with the pink front door knob.
Outside stands another businessman. He, also, says he needs a room.
As she did before, Ms. Pink leads him down the pink hallway with the pink pictures in the pink picture frames, down the pink back staircase and into a second pink back bedroom with a pink bed, pink bed spread, pink pillow, pink carpet, pink walls and the pink goodie basket.
"This will be your room," says Ms. Pink. "Make yourself at home, I'll be back in the morning to bring you breakfast."
Then Ms. Pink goes back up the pink back staircase, through the pink hallway with the pink pictures in the pink picture frames and back into her kitchen with the pink chairs, the pink table, pink counters and pink cabinets. She picks up her pink spoon and is about to dip it back into her pink bowl for a bite of pink cereal, which is starting to get soggy, when her doorbell rings again:
"Piiiiiinnnnnk."
One more time, Ms. Pink stands up from her pink chair, enters the pink hallway with the pink pictures in the pink picture frames and walks into her pink living room with the pink tv set, the pink fireplace, the pink sofa and the pink easy chair, and she opens the pink front door with the pink front door knob.
Not to her surprise, another businessman stood outside. He also needed a room for the night.
So, despite her now very soggy pink cereal, Ms. Pink leads this third man down the pink hallway with the pink pictures in the pink picture frames, down the pink back staircase and into a second pink back bedroom with a pink bed, pink bed spread, pink pillow, pink carpet, pink walls and the pink goodie basket.
"This will be your room," says Ms. Pink. "Make yourself at home, I'll be back in the morning to bring you breakfast."
No other businessman came that day. Ms. Pink spent her morning watching a talk show through her pink-tinted TV set, then she spent the afternoon mowing her pink lawn with her pink lawnmower. At night, she retired to her bedroom with a pink bed, pink comforter and pink pillows, next to a large pink dressor with several pink-lined drawers. She put on her pink fluffy pajamas, took off her pink slippers and took the pink band from her dyed-pink hair.
Then, she drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, she woke up from her pink bed, put on her pink bathrobe and pink slippers, put her hair back with a pink rubber band and then walked out into her pink hallway with the pink pictures in the pink piture frames. She walked down the pink back staircase and into the smaller pink hallway in front of the three pink back bedrooms with the pink beds, the pink bed spreads, the pink pillows, the pink carpets and the pink walls.
The three businessmen were in their rooms, adjusting their ties, getting ready for the convention.
"What would you like for breakfast?" asks Ms. Pink.
"Cheerios," man replies. Another thinks it over, and said he'll have the same. The third scratches his head, then says "Corn Flakes."
So, Ms. Pink goes back up the pink back staircase, through the pink hallway with the pink pictures in the pink picture frames and back into her kitchen with the pink chairs, the pink table, pink counters and pink cabinets. She opens a pink cabinet door and shifts through her pink-painted boxes of cereal and finally pulls out the Cheerios and Corn Flakes. She opens another pink cabinet and pulls out three pink bowls. She fills two with Cheerios and one with Cornflakes, which she then dusts with pink sugar. Then she pulls out three pink spoons, three pink napkins, poors in some pink-dyed milk. She puts everything on a pink dyed tray.
She picks up the pink tray and carries it down the pink hallway with the pink pictures in the pink picture frames, down the pink back staircase and into the hallway outside the three back rooms with the pink beds, pink bed spreads, pink pillows, pink carpets and pink walls.
She hands each businessman his cereal, then walks back up the pink back staircase, through the pink hallway with the pink pictures and the pink picture frames, into her pink kitchen with the pink table, the pink chairs, the pink counters and the pink cabinets. She opens up her pink newspaper, fixes herself a bowl of pink cereal and sits down to her pink breakfast.
The businessmen eat their cereal and hapilly go upon their way.


The moral of this story is.....











Two out of three businessmen prefer Cheerios over Corn Flakes!








Edited, Apr 6th 2007 9:57pm by Thayos

what does QFT mean? and i loved it, thayos. tell another one!!

QFT: Quick Fetch That!

you need to have a little go fu.ck yourself for breakfast. then you can drive your car down know your role buoulevard and check into the smacktalk hotel. stay there for a little while, maybe you will learn something or two. then when you have something unique and original to say come back to allah and share it with us, ok snowflake?

seriously, i dont give a good goddamn what people write on the thread per se, but when someone posts just to tell me to quit fuc.king talking... well that is rude, and unoriginal. next time you feel the need to toss around interweb acronyms to feel cool, just head on over to KI boards, there is a place for you there.

i am screening passion of the christ right now. beacuse it is easter, and i can. happy resurrection to you all!

i keep seeing QFT on different posts and not being 14 years of age i simply asked what it means. don't be a hater cause i'm not cool and pimply!!

ty

CHIEF IS BEING A SAVAGE IGNORE HIM LOL ..... he has no soul. other then mine GIVE IT BACK YOU RED SKINNED BASTARD!! your hat wasnt worth it!!!!



/cry

all i wanted to know what what does 'QFT' mean, i see it all over and not well-versed in the art of internet linguistics thought i'd ask. and it's 'she', not 'he' :)

Quote for the Truth.
Quit Phucking Trolling.

I've seen those two for it, often.

I'd take a dump on your chest Chief, but my sh*t is too special for you.

Actually, no.

Chocoblo's sh*t smells like lemon-scented lysol. And i'm about 95% certain that it can clean as well as lysol too.

Of course, that could just be the fumes getting to me...

dont hate the playa hate the game =)

An old CS clan I was in was B2dH!.

I slept funny and now my bewb is sore.


That is all.

little does he know i paid off the gnome to wipe fecies all over his walls haha

Ottawa Senators spank Penguins, 4-2 to take the lead in the series. Go Sens Go!

I spend entirely to much time on these forums when i should be working!

Girls need to come up with a better line than "I just want to be friends..."

It pisses me off.

The dreaded F word eh Soren? Hehehe... what man hasn't heard that at least once in his life? Look on the bright side buddy, she could have just shut you down then shut you out. Part of the game is knowing when you should make your move if at all. It should never come down to you hearing those words, or her having to utter them. The only reason she say that is because you a nice guy and she like you, but she got a man who can make her scream, or is fanticizing about some man she thinks will make her scream. don't feel bad man, it just means she aint the one for you. now that you know where you stand with her go out and meet someone who is looking for the same thing as you, and by that i dont mean an unrequited romance. im talking about all night hump sessions and no error. ^^ have fun stay single

yes girls say that too much. but you know what? she really does want to be your friend. maybe even enough of a friend to set you up with her cute cousin ^^ give it some time, give it some space, and it'll all work out for the best, really.

i suppose i could say something really profound, like 'never ever ever tell a girl she looks like your mom'

gosh i'm tired, i'm gonna go to bed and forget about getting the next page, it's just not worth my sleepy time ^^