The Eternal Thread: Are We There Yet!?

[Novaya Tselinoyarsk]

I find the thought of you on a tiny tricycle amusing, I apologize.

I get around on a scooter *nods*

It's the same damn thing! Other then you don't have to peddle!

[Wazkyraque]

Fuck! Majestic 12 is on to us for CC and I not knowing how to ride a bike!

I'd teach you, but I don't know either, my dad's idea of teaching me ended up being not very effective as it ended with me running into the neighbors cars at the end of the street, or the neighbors car next to us.

[Creative Vikings]

It's true. He's an uber-conservative.
He get's really fucked of if you call it a bicycle, or even a bike (it's because it rhymes with dyke).

That is stupid

It was a fucking hilarious day when the council told him they wanted to bypass his house

>_>
<_<
*spanks Dyakovo soundly for that one*

Also, people - please, don't quote the stupid. It just makes cleanup harder for me.

*reads this*
*thinks about it*

I'm sorry CV, I'm not allowed to quote you anymore...
Sorry, couldn't resist...

Go get pegged

[Novaya Tselinoyarsk]

Fuck! Majestic 12 is on to us for CC and I not knowing how to ride a bike!

I'd teach you, but I don't know either, my dad's idea of teaching me ended up being not very effective as it ended with me running into the neighbors cars at the end of the street, or the neighbors car next to us.

At the same time? Aha! So he taught you transdimensional travel.

[Yoite]

I find the thought of you on a tiny tricycle amusing, I apologize.

It's fine.

okay

[Creative Vikings]

Fuck! Majestic 12 is on to us for CC and I not knowing how to ride a bike!

Damn you Bob page!

[Dread Lady Nathicana]

Bad, Dyakovo. Very very bad. That was out of bounds, that was. Now go sit in the corner and think about what you've done. No pudding for you.

[Creative Vikings]

Bad, Dyakovo. Very very bad. That was out of bounds, that was. Now go sit in the corner and think about what you've done. No pudding for you.

But on the red suit!

[Novaya Tselinoyarsk]

Bad, Dyakovo. Very very bad. That was out of bounds, that was. Now go sit in the corner and think about what you've done. No pudding for you.

But pudding for Tselinoyarsk! The man who has a name no one can pronounce! Nay, not even himself can pronounce it! He who-can't-say-his-name shall have the pudding!

[Individuality-ness]

GAH! *shudders at the thought*

Shuddering in joy, I see.

THAT IS NOT JOY. THIS IS HORROR!

[Novaya Tselinoyarsk]

Shuddering in joy, I see.

THAT IS NOT JOY. THIS IS HORROR!

Horrific joy.

[Coffee Cakes]

CC, when's the mariokart stuff? What do you need from me, by the way?

3pm like the last few weeks.

I need your friend code.
It should be in the Nintendo WFC section if you go in there.

[Dread Lady Nathicana]

Bad, Dyakovo. Very very bad. That was out of bounds, that was. Now go sit in the corner and think about what you've done. No pudding for you.

But pudding for Tselinoyarsk! The man who has a name no one can pronounce! Nay, not even himself can pronounce it! He who-can't-say-his-name shall have the pudding!

That depends entirely on your ability to behave. *nods sagely*

[New England and The Maritimes]

Ugh. One last paper to do.

[Creative Vikings]

Bad, Dyakovo. Very very bad. That was out of bounds, that was. Now go sit in the corner and think about what you've done. No pudding for you.

But pudding for Tselinoyarsk! The man who has a name no one can pronounce! Nay, not even himself can pronounce it! He who-can't-say-his-name shall have the pudding!

Se-ly-no-yarsk.

[Individuality-ness]

THAT IS NOT JOY. THIS IS HORROR!

Horrific joy.

It is NOT joy!

[Dyakovo]

Bad, Dyakovo. Very very bad. That was out of bounds, that was. Now go sit in the corner and think about what you've done. No pudding for you.

*goes and sits in corner*
*thinks about it*
*decides that I would definitely do it all over again*

*has yogurt instead*

[Novaya Tselinoyarsk]

But pudding for Tselinoyarsk! The man who has a name no one can pronounce! Nay, not even himself can pronounce it! He who-can't-say-his-name shall have the pudding!

That depends entirely on your ability to behave. *nods sagely*

Well I'm screwed then, Sage Samos Hagai always yelled at me for misbehaving.

[Coffee Cakes]

It's fine.

okay

[Creative Vikings]

Horrific joy.

It is NOT joy!

It is. It's Masochism.

[Wazkyraque]

It's true. He's an uber-conservative.
He get's really fucked of if you call it a bicycle, or even a bike (it's because it rhymes with dyke).

You should call it a Homocycle to spite him.

[Novaya Tselinoyarsk]

But pudding for Tselinoyarsk! The man who has a name no one can pronounce! Nay, not even himself can pronounce it! He who-can't-say-his-name shall have the pudding!

Se-ly-no-yarsk.

Ha! You forgot the silent Q sound!

[Novaya Tselinoyarsk]

Horrific joy.

It is NOT joy!

I disagree otherwise.

[Dyakovo]

Bad, Dyakovo. Very very bad. That was out of bounds, that was. Now go sit in the corner and think about what you've done. No pudding for you.

But pudding for Tselinoyarsk! The man who has a name no one can pronounce! Nay, not even himself can pronounce it! He who-can't-say-his-name shall have the pudding!

Your name's not hard to pronounce...

[Dread Lady Nathicana]

Bad, Dyakovo. Very very bad. That was out of bounds, that was. Now go sit in the corner and think about what you've done. No pudding for you.

*goes and sits in corner*
*thinks about it*
*decides that I would definitely do it all over again*

*has yogurt instead*

Yogurt is of the devil. All slimy and such. *shudders* I never could eat that stuff, and lord knows, I've tried. Ugh. Beastly.