TET: Return of the Zombie Drag Queens

[Ionian Knights]

kitty!

yes? Ohh.. you meant the picture...-.-'

'sneaks back towards Ion.'

wut?

[Hathradic States]

What the fuck is with this rating nonsense?

Fuck if I know, I just walked into the middle of it.

[Blekksprutia]

You don't mess with us Vodka-drinking, potato-farming, Russian-dialect-that-is-not-Russian-speaking Ukrainians

i can speak russian.. like the accent.. and I respect them. My friend is an adopted 100% Russian...

You get in on my list. Will edit in a minute.

[Gaveo]

Rate me?

-1 for leftiness
-1 for that fanfic with CC and Maud
+1 for funny
+1 for female
+2 for not being intolerable

So...2.

And me? If you don't mind me asking.

[Ethel mermania]

yeah, seriously i gotta worry bout the priorities around here, rain dance, war dance, sex? and they pick the first two

Its called trying not to look like leg-humping-boner-beasts

uh huh

[QUILTBAG Mafia]

you forgot -9000 for untermensch

I prefer "Profligate".

Why yes I am, how did you know?

[Jetan]

How small bits do you guys count when you list your ancestors? Being European the huge lists most americans seem to give have always kinda confused me.

[Gallade]

-1 for leftiness
-1 for that fanfic with CC and Maud
+1 for funny
+1 for female
+2 for not being intolerable

So...2.

And me? If you don't mind me asking.

Guys, this has gone on long enough.

[Stattr]

yes? Ohh.. you meant the picture...-.-'

'sneaks back towards Ion.'

wut?

what?

'Hugs leg.'

[QUILTBAG Mafia]

So -9000

You don't mess with us Vodka-drinking, potato-farming, Russian-dialect-that-is-not-Russian-speaking Ukrainians

I can drink more Vodka than you any fucking day.

[Anollasia]

I'm always the forgotten one. *sigh*

[Blekksprutia]

How small bits do you guys count when list your ancestors? Being European the huge lists most americans seem to give has always kinda confused me.

It depends. Some of us count every little bit, some of us only count the largest ancestral group and stick with that during an identity crisis, and then everywhere in between on the spectrum.

[Hathradic States]

How small bits do you guys count when you list your ancestors? Being European the huge lists most americans seem to give have always kinda confused me.

I got to 16ths. Past that, it doesn't matter.

[Thafoo]

The reason I wasn't at my waiting job last Tuesday is because my bed was just too darn comfy but an hour later after my bed's temperature could be comparable to that of the surface of Venus, I got up and took a shower but as I exited a random bee came up and stung me on the thigh causing me to hop around madly before going headfirst into the door. I woke up an undetermined time later before getting up in a dazed manner and then realizing that one: my landlord would be less than happy to find that there was now a sizable hole in the door, and two: I had a considerable gash in my head which was bleeding something awful. I walked to my Prius before realizing that I had left the keys inside the house. I borrowed a ladder from my elderly neighbor's share shed without asking because I know that I would have done the same for her and I climbed up to my third storey apartment and breaking the window before realizing that once again my landlord does not appreciate broken windows and doors. I assured myself that the landlord might agree that it aired the place out considerably and was, rather than a broken window, a feature in the apartment that future renters would appreciate greatly, even though I was not entirely sure if he would share this opinion of mine.

I drove for a short distance the direction of my job before realizing that I was going the opposite direction for reasons I can only guess and that I saw police lights back at the apartment. Apparently the police do not think highly of holes in widows either and they were alerted of a break-in. After explaining it to the cops he pointed to my head and said, "There's a gash on your head." I was, of course, totally unaware of the 2-inch bleeding hellfire on the top of my head and I thanked him for this before continuing my drive to work, before realizing that I was once again going the wrong direction, but this time because Garmin seems to think it funny to send the on the I-35 interstate to Des Moines and back on I-29 to get to the French Restaurant that is only 11 blocks down from my apartment. Realizing that I had already traveled to St. Joseph and I was so whacked-out from anemia and that I most likely should see a doctor, I instead traveled to the Red Lobster in the area but instead ended up waiting in a 45-minute queue as the sun set. 20 minutes in I fainted on top of a poor little eight-year-old. Upon waking up I was shouted at by the portly parents of the toddler, but after reassuring them that eight-year-olds get nosebleeds all the time and it was most likely caused by a coincidence and not my left elbow, I was rushed into an ambulance despite my claims that I was okay, until they finally let me out at the I-35/I-70 junction which was a considerable distance from my apartment.

I got home several hours before my journey started before discovering that it had rained and then, due to some strange Kansas weather phenomena, had frozen in the middle of summer. And all over my apartment floor. Ignoring this, I collapsed in the middle of my waterlogged floor while listening to my boss's nineteen messages asking me why I wasn't at work that day.

[Stattr]

And me? If you don't mind me asking.

Guys, this has gone on long enough.

i'm on almost everyones... 0.o weird... I came in when it started...

[Blekksprutia]

You don't mess with us Vodka-drinking, potato-farming, Russian-dialect-that-is-not-Russian-speaking Ukrainians

I can drink more Vodka than you any fucking day.

Yes, you can.

[3 State Alliance]

Hey Hath how do I rate?

-1 for Red Star
+4 for awesome, racist jokes
+2 for Reminding me of Ed, Edd, and Eddy

5

I've had an Ed, Edwin and Eddy moment - my dad answers to Edwin, I go by Eddy and this guy next door who we always used to chill with is Ed...

it got very confusing every time someone said "Hey Ed!"

[Hathradic States]

And me? If you don't mind me asking.

Guys, this has gone on long enough.

^that.

Besides, rating is soo boring. Just accept my list is perfect, and I am always right.

[Gallade]

How small bits do you guys count when you list your ancestors? Being European the huge lists most americans seem to give have always kinda confused me.

I know about very distant relatives and up to my great-grandparents. Between that i'm not sure though.

[Blekksprutia]

The reason I wasn't at my waiting job last Tuesday is because my bed was just too darn comfy but an hour later after my bed's temperature could be comparable to that of the surface of Venus, I got up and took a shower but as I exited a random bee came up and stung me on the thigh causing me to hop around madly before going headfirst into the door. I woke up an undetermined time later before getting up in a dazed manner and then realizing that one: my landlord would be less than happy to find that there was now a sizable hole in the door, and two: I had a considerable gash in my head which was bleeding something awful. I walked to my Prius before realizing that I had left the keys inside the house. I borrowed a ladder from my elderly neighbor's share shed without asking because I know that I would have done the same for her and I climbed up to my third storey apartment and breaking the window before realizing that once again my landlord does not appreciate broken windows and doors. I assured myself that the landlord might agree that it aired the place out considerably and was, rather than a broken window, a feature in the apartment that future renters would appreciate greatly, even though I was not entirely sure if he would share this opinion of mine.

I drove for a short distance the direction of my job before realizing that I was going the opposite direction for reasons I can only guess and that I saw police lights back at the apartment. Apparently the police do not think highly of holes in widows either and they were alerted of a break-in. After explaining it to the cops he pointed to my head and said, "There's a gash on your head." I was, of course, totally unaware of the 2-inch bleeding hellfire on the top of my head and I thanked him for this before continuing my drive to work, before realizing that I was once again going the wrong direction, but this time because Garmin seems to think it funny to send the on the I-35 interstate to Des Moines and back on I-29 to get to the French Restaurant that is only 11 blocks down from my apartment. Realizing that I had already traveled to St. Joseph and I was so whacked-out from anemia and that I most likely should see a doctor, I instead traveled to the Red Lobster in the area but instead ended up waiting in a 45-minute queue as the sun set. 20 minutes in I fainted on top of a poor little eight-year-old. Upon waking up I was shouted at by the portly parents of the toddler, but after reassuring them that eight-year-olds get nosebleeds all the time and it was most likely caused by a coincidence and not my left elbow, I was rushed into an ambulance despite my claims that I was okay, until they finally let me out at the I-35/I-70 junction which was a considerable distance from my apartment.

I got home several hours before my journey started before discovering that it had rained and then, due to some strange Kansas weather phenomena, had frozen in the middle of summer. And all over my apartment floor. Ignoring this, I collapsed in the middle of my waterlogged floor while listening to my boss's nineteen messages asking me why I wasn't at work that day.

Go back to bed.

[Thafoo]

The reason I wasn't at my waiting job last Tuesday is because my bed was just too darn comfy but an hour later after my bed's temperature could be comparable to that of the surface of Venus, I got up and took a shower but as I exited a random bee came up and stung me on the thigh causing me to hop around madly before going headfirst into the door. I woke up an undetermined time later before getting up in a dazed manner and then realizing that one: my landlord would be less than happy to find that there was now a sizable hole in the door, and two: I had a considerable gash in my head which was bleeding something awful. I walked to my Prius before realizing that I had left the keys inside the house. I borrowed a ladder from my elderly neighbor's share shed without asking because I know that I would have done the same for her and I climbed up to my third storey apartment and breaking the window before realizing that once again my landlord does not appreciate broken windows and doors. I assured myself that the landlord might agree that it aired the place out considerably and was, rather than a broken window, a feature in the apartment that future renters would appreciate greatly, even though I was not entirely sure if he would share this opinion of mine.

I drove for a short distance the direction of my job before realizing that I was going the opposite direction for reasons I can only guess and that I saw police lights back at the apartment. Apparently the police do not think highly of holes in widows either and they were alerted of a break-in. After explaining it to the cops he pointed to my head and said, "There's a gash on your head." I was, of course, totally unaware of the 2-inch bleeding hellfire on the top of my head and I thanked him for this before continuing my drive to work, before realizing that I was once again going the wrong direction, but this time because Garmin seems to think it funny to send the on the I-35 interstate to Des Moines and back on I-29 to get to the French Restaurant that is only 11 blocks down from my apartment. Realizing that I had already traveled to St. Joseph and I was so whacked-out from anemia and that I most likely should see a doctor, I instead traveled to the Red Lobster in the area but instead ended up waiting in a 45-minute queue as the sun set. 20 minutes in I fainted on top of a poor little eight-year-old. Upon waking up I was shouted at by the portly parents of the toddler, but after reassuring them that eight-year-olds get nosebleeds all the time and it was most likely caused by a coincidence and not my left elbow, I was rushed into an ambulance despite my claims that I was okay, until they finally let me out at the I-35/I-70 junction which was a considerable distance from my apartment.

I got home several hours before my journey started before discovering that it had rained and then, due to some strange Kansas weather phenomena, had frozen in the middle of summer. And all over my apartment floor. Ignoring this, I collapsed in the middle of my waterlogged floor while listening to my boss's nineteen messages asking me why I wasn't at work that day.

Go back to bed.

b-b-b-but

[Gaveo]

And me? If you don't mind me asking.

Guys, this has gone on long enough.

>.>

Sorry...

[QUILTBAG Mafia]

How small bits do you guys count when you list your ancestors? Being European the huge lists most americans seem to give have always kinda confused me.

Same. It should only consist of what is actually relevant.

[Blekksprutia]

Go back to bed.

b-b-b-but

You're delirious, Tofu. Back to sleepy-bye time.

[3 State Alliance]

Its called trying not to look like leg-humping-boner-beasts

uh huh

Besides why ask for it when you have a hot GF?