Player Photograph by Tac Haberdash
September 21st, 2008 12:00 AM
Welding-maskless, terrified, and bewitched by a malevolent witch doctor, there was little left to do besides claw at my face and scream. It was a good day.
Hey, guess what I'm really good at.
Give up? It's SEX.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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HGHGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGH
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HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHwait what?
SAFE!
A fantastic end to a fantastic night.
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Lincøln
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You are king of the safe. Had Patrick not split off as a distraction, this picture may not have been possible.
Vote for the ENNNNNNNNNNNNNEERRRRGGGGYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!
When people speak of things that happened "back in the old days", they often seem to refer to a romanticized ideal of Depression Era America. Prisoners in stripey shirts escaping from chain gangs to the sounds of Harry McClintock, or big city swells getting one over on "Good Time Charlie." in the Automat.
There was then, as now, a lot of slang that informed quotidian speech. Some phrases that we still know today, have lost their original meaning to the noiseless foot of time, leaving us with fun little bits of speech to pepper our dialogue with now and again. It's something that never stops happening. When our grandchildren want to sound old-timey, they'll probably say things like: "Hey, Boo, let's get all up in each other's Kook-Aid. We are about to get krunk.".
One sort of phrase from those good "ol' " days that has seen some newfound popularity is one of several variations on the "Why don't you go x! ", with x of course being something comically unpleasant such as soaking one's elbows, jumping in a lake, or punching a shark.
"Yeah, why don't you go punch a shark!" being a phrase often bellowed by an incensed Franklin Delano Roosevelt, then employed as some sort of civil servant.
A certain captain has put a bounty on your head.
And today: You are birthday.
You have survived another rotation of this planet round it's star. I congratulate you.
It was two years ago today that you joined this little community. Would you have such intimate knowledge of the inner workings of post offices? Walked quite so far across Spain? Lit your own head on fire?
Perhaps most importantly, would you be wearing something on your feet right this second?
We both started playing because of the same heres-a-cryptic-slip-of-paper moment back in the good ol' days of ought-eight. I've got a couple day's seniority on you, and in those extra forty-eight hours I've learned that it is important to set aside a day to reflect.
Today is that day that we commemorate your life. By which I mean only the last two years of it. Even then only the parts of it that are awesome. Of which there are many. Which is why you get like, 11 hours left today to think about it all. If thinking isn't your game, I give you the responsibility of working out the specifics of which liquid to pour out in what amount onto what surface, or other peculiar non-thinky tradition you are amused by having the power to make other people follow.
Markelsørph.
Why is there my fuck yeah Ms Minch? If I promise to task again, can I haz one?
I looked for a FUCK YEAH for you, Minch. I really tried. I just don't think the hand covered in glitter is you. I'm so sorry. I don't have one either. I guess our names aren't unique enough.
The result for "Minch Niddle" is an amusing photo though.
A lot of us have amusing photos come up, but the fact that some of the players actually had pictures of themselves I found pretty amazing. Those I put up.
There is one thing I can type in to get a picture of me but it's not as awesome as I want it to be.
I think I know which one you mean. It's pretty great.
AAA WHAT ARE YOU ALL DOING IN MY TASK
Lincøln, maybe our names are so unique that the powers of the interwebs cannot support them.
I feel like I want to be in the same room with you and Ben Y in the near future.
I feel like that would be the best idea
I don't know, he might be Batman.
