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To be, or not to be, that is the question
Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them to die to sleep
No more and by a sleep to say we end
The heart ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished to die to sleep
To sleep perchance to dream ay theres the rub
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil
Must give us pause there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time
There oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
The pangs of disprized love, the law's delay
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin Who would fardels bear
To grunt and sweat under a weary life
But that the dread of something after death
The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied with the pale cast of thought
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.
And that was by memory.
I think chalk.
Thus, cheese was born. Thee who dare touch it shall be sent to hell.
10 years and still awkward. Keep it up, baby!
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MAGIC!!!!!
Flying potatoes and magic bananas give birth to mice.
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I like to eat... ummmm... patrick is a real dumb because...
my socks are awesome and i think... so as i said potato cannon can't stop angry doctor, and save the world because... i ate 1000000000000000000000000 n00bs and i get bored of ... *fart* lol *3 hours ago* *still farting*
lol but pancake with gutling gun... i get bored of killing pancakes with my keyboard so i started to eat them...
now i did really stupid : i banned my self from my own finished world but dont saved it before...
i get bored of all this, called a creeper punched him and...
KABOOOM!!!!
wow i survived, *farts and explodes*.
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'something random'.
There, i said it.
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Tis almost the hour to depart
What would you do if I sang out of tune?
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me an ear and I'll sing you a song
And I'll try not to sing out of key.
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tl;dr
Last edited by rocktheworld313 (Jan 17 2013 9:27:46 pm)
The poster in this game just want more posts, they are really stupid..... excluding..... me?
I don't just want more posts, I want more entertainment. BREAD HAT!
It's a bit since we have posted
I'm not sure what to say
If I sit here and ponder
I'll post by the end of the day
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My post is: Bump.
I like metaphors, this forum is an oil rainbow. XD
My pants are made of sausages. The only article of fleshy apparel Lady Gaga missed.
Red rum, sir, is murder.
Palindromes ftw.
I had sexual interactions with my stapler.
- YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT - Funny, I don't remember eating a sexy beast today...
Whatdoesthatlongthingatthebottomofthekeyboarddo?
When life gives you lemons, make cheese. Mr. Krabs has a whale daughter, logic is out the window.
When life gives you melons, you probably have dyslexia.
My door is my face while the window is my door.
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Is this the place I can say the cake is a lie?
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