I have no regrets, no sorrow, but I do have consequence: I have no mouth, and I must scream.

Well put my Talons obsessed friend, this otherwise useless thread could use a touch of class.

:rofl: The day has finally come.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uxFOOEOlBF8

The Saturday night boredom of being dateless is starting to set in lol.

Don't remind me. :unsure:

Ah... I think I... nope still don't get it. Mako's gone postal, Tiny Tim's making his appearance yet again, and I think apex is sinking into some form of drepession.

I feel the way about this thread the way I do about the space between electrons and atomic nuclei. Why is it there (here) all it does is to serve as a reminder as to how empty things truely are. How immaterial the world is. How it's only the frail, invisible bonds that hold every thing both together and keep it from collapsing.
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Also there was something in there about Wafers, and I could seriously go for some Nilla Wafers right now.

I must, you must, and we all must help to do what I must, and you must, do, get to the food, the food I must, you must, and us all must, get to, in the ice caves.

But for me it Was Tuesday

:grad:

Ahem. I believe, what my good man the OP is saying, is that there is a lack of horses with good teeth in post apocalyptia, due to an outbreak of an equine strain of Klinefelter syndrome, possibly perpetrated by the Enclave, but more likely a side effect of the profusion of the FEV virus, inherent in the ecosystem. This, ala the butterfly effect, has essentially disrupted the cycle of life and death, leaving no one alive who has an opinion on the matter. The mystery, to me anyway, is why he would find the game funnier because of it. It is, I assure you, no laughing matter.

My associates concur: :nerd: :nerd: :nerd: :nerd:

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