I never really realized exactly that so many medical persons were really actually applying their knowledge to computers. Now it's time for Steve Jobs to give me new kidneys.
Man, I just got back from a jog and my knee hurts. Gonna have to switch to an elliptical. Anyway, I thought it serendipidous that I was just thinking that I needed a robot to go up and down stairs to fetch me things, since I'm getting old man knees. I'm going to eventually have to have some bot go up to my little attic safe to pluck out the paper on which is written "Go around the bend to see where Dr. Scrambles slinks and shambles." I wrote it to read when I get old. Now it looks like I need this robot to get it down for my crippled butt.
I'm not gettin' into the telling and the lying. You'll just have to grab it and go. I know you've gone in and looked at the numbers...I know you've gone around the bend to where Dr. Scramble slinks and shambles. Smack him with a bat. His name will be different if you strike hard. You won't have the guilt like before...if you hit hard. Do the knees. Then give me a ring and we'll soothe out the pain with ice on the mind. Don't quit this time out! There's a layer under the carpet but above the dirt waiting. Make a slider, and you'll have pancakes. That's better than what the other doers, the ones without your keys, will get when they get caught. Also, a hat will make your look tight. Grab one. Run hard and you'll turn forward not on the side. They can't rub you if you aren't on the side. You'll keep everything, and she offer another candy. That'll be your fourth since the night at the tracks. The night we had to lay in the beds we made. But it's over and the scum can't get the Boss to let that shit fly this time. It's over, Johnny. Let's have it out with the pie. No marbles. No jacks. No fuzzy bindings. I see you stuffing that rabbit's foot!! Now go!!!
Now now now, baby marie! Look who came in from the real world to express my enthusiasms for game routers (me). This is a story about games, so don't get so serious. I just wanna have fun with game routers...and have fun chattin' up about game routers, so don't let my tone get you all bliched up at me like it has before. Now, I don't think I can afford one of these. Sue me. I'm sorry you can't use my house for a fun zone. Get off my case, samson. Just let me go to sleep...the long sleep...the permanent sleep...in the game, I mean. I'm happy with my life, Shambler.
Not bot. You is bot. Me no bot. Me swear. Me not just auto replying to your use of phrase word "bot." Me swear. Now seriously, guy. What would it take to convince you I'm not a bot?
I think this AC was just joking about the repetitive mentioning of the time and budget constraints in the article summary. Or call it a troll, if you will. Usually that's what anonymous cowards are doing. Probably, he/she WAS just joking about the repetititive mentioning of the time and budget constraints in the article summary. Again, just joking about the repetititive mentioning of the time and budget constrainst in the article summary.
Despite the word associative and pun-potent subject matter, I'm amazed these guys pulled this off with no "sandwich" technology. And we're talking maritime wafer bits, not BLTs. I think you all knew that, though. Just I'm glad weto these guys did NOT build a manned vehicle, because the sand kick up was really going to cinch the grit malange. You don't want to be down there for that, orange sand or not (sand is rarely orange, so it's generally a moot point...a sterile, non-flora supporting moot point). We're done getting sick off the ocean's Grade 5 flooring in my house. Kids, out with the burnt ends!
Really, I'm not really trolling, and I'm not really being funny...but somewhere in between. I'm trying my hand at inducing a wtf reaction...like an art. There's a certain entertainment value in it. Granted, maybe I should be modded down offtopic...but I don't do it to be antagonistic or an ass. It's theater of the absurd!
I love these types of games. I don't remember having them on the 256 color nintendo 8-bit, but probably wouldn't have like it. Then when I got to smash flies in the sequelsa deck, that's when compromise turned into elation at the main office. Bzzz - swack! That formula spilled a real magnus for the old card company. Which is the problem with disty Wazonik's new attempts. Can't do it, can ye?
Man, you should have seen me sit on a turnable table as a toddler (so I am told by those in charge then). Sitting down on the farm in 1980, listening to "Zippity do da" and spinnin' 'round and 'round till the day was gone and the storms had petered (out). Maybe that's why I chase tornadoes now...always chasin' after a spin I can never go home to.
It's kind of funny that they made this service. My girlfriend annihilates me. But, more relevantly, what do people think about this related to the socio-chromatic theories of old school mind man Steve Wigents? Do you think we'll get bit-wise escalations and digital "hormone" trips? When you "lose" a fight, does a hierarchial rung "slip," or are you merely taking a social declination route?
Pascal Thompson will win. I've seen him win with the rain and a peaking moon overhead. Night doesn't bother him ha. His robot car's eyes are far off the left hand color chart, so lack of light isn't an issue. And he had soft-go tires for the bumps. This guy is all the way gone to win.
You said you weren't going to post like this anymore...not with talk of mixings and loadings. I thought we had a contract for our respective humor boundaries. Remember, like the cab companies in Del Rido?
Stock price too high for the earnings?...come on, this is the Net age...don't you think "profit" or "earnings" might be an outdated parameter by which to judge the health of a company...oh wait....
We cannot escape our destinies! Maybe this one said 'toad ass' instead of 'frog head,' but toad, frog...what's the difference? 'Ass' and 'head'...there's still a symmetry. I was right, in essence. Now give me my candy, everyone!
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The only reason I thought that you were being sarcastic is because I didn't really think my comment was all that funny. But I accept the truce.
Oh, it's so ruined. I was going for the Pulizer with it too. And getting child-like sarcasm on slashdot upsets my whole day. wah.
I never really realized exactly that so many medical persons were really actually applying their knowledge to computers. Now it's time for Steve Jobs to give me new kidneys.
You find that interesting, eh? Clubs exist, my friend...that's all I'm sayin'.
I think your sig file sums it up nicely.
Man, I just got back from a jog and my knee hurts. Gonna have to switch to an elliptical. Anyway, I thought it serendipidous that I was just thinking that I needed a robot to go up and down stairs to fetch me things, since I'm getting old man knees. I'm going to eventually have to have some bot go up to my little attic safe to pluck out the paper on which is written "Go around the bend to see where Dr. Scrambles slinks and shambles." I wrote it to read when I get old. Now it looks like I need this robot to get it down for my crippled butt.
I'm not gettin' into the telling and the lying. You'll just have to grab it and go. I know you've gone in and looked at the numbers...I know you've gone around the bend to where Dr. Scramble slinks and shambles. Smack him with a bat. His name will be different if you strike hard. You won't have the guilt like before...if you hit hard. Do the knees. Then give me a ring and we'll soothe out the pain with ice on the mind. Don't quit this time out! There's a layer under the carpet but above the dirt waiting. Make a slider, and you'll have pancakes. That's better than what the other doers, the ones without your keys, will get when they get caught. Also, a hat will make your look tight. Grab one. Run hard and you'll turn forward not on the side. They can't rub you if you aren't on the side. You'll keep everything, and she offer another candy. That'll be your fourth since the night at the tracks. The night we had to lay in the beds we made. But it's over and the scum can't get the Boss to let that shit fly this time. It's over, Johnny. Let's have it out with the pie. No marbles. No jacks. No fuzzy bindings. I see you stuffing that rabbit's foot!! Now go!!!
Now now now, baby marie! Look who came in from the real world to express my enthusiasms for game routers (me). This is a story about games, so don't get so serious. I just wanna have fun with game routers...and have fun chattin' up about game routers, so don't let my tone get you all bliched up at me like it has before. Now, I don't think I can afford one of these. Sue me. I'm sorry you can't use my house for a fun zone. Get off my case, samson. Just let me go to sleep...the long sleep...the permanent sleep...in the game, I mean. I'm happy with my life, Shambler.
Not bot. You is bot. Me no bot. Me swear. Me not just auto replying to your use of phrase word "bot." Me swear. Now seriously, guy. What would it take to convince you I'm not a bot?
Assume nothing. Especially caloric-chromic wishes.
I think this AC was just joking about the repetitive mentioning of the time and budget constraints in the article summary. Or call it a troll, if you will. Usually that's what anonymous cowards are doing. Probably, he/she WAS just joking about the repetititive mentioning of the time and budget constraints in the article summary. Again, just joking about the repetititive mentioning of the time and budget constrainst in the article summary.
Despite the word associative and pun-potent subject matter, I'm amazed these guys pulled this off with no "sandwich" technology. And we're talking maritime wafer bits, not BLTs. I think you all knew that, though. Just I'm glad weto these guys did NOT build a manned vehicle, because the sand kick up was really going to cinch the grit malange. You don't want to be down there for that, orange sand or not (sand is rarely orange, so it's generally a moot point...a sterile, non-flora supporting moot point). We're done getting sick off the ocean's Grade 5 flooring in my house. Kids, out with the burnt ends!
You are very peculiar. Don't you know an address when you git it? fool....
Really, I'm not really trolling, and I'm not really being funny...but somewhere in between. I'm trying my hand at inducing a wtf reaction...like an art. There's a certain entertainment value in it. Granted, maybe I should be modded down offtopic...but I don't do it to be antagonistic or an ass. It's theater of the absurd!
I meant "dusty," not "disty!" I'm dumb!!
I love these types of games. I don't remember having them on the 256 color nintendo 8-bit, but probably wouldn't have like it. Then when I got to smash flies in the sequelsa deck, that's when compromise turned into elation at the main office. Bzzz - swack! That formula spilled a real magnus for the old card company. Which is the problem with disty Wazonik's new attempts. Can't do it, can ye?
Man, you should have seen me sit on a turnable table as a toddler (so I am told by those in charge then). Sitting down on the farm in 1980, listening to "Zippity do da" and spinnin' 'round and 'round till the day was gone and the storms had petered (out). Maybe that's why I chase tornadoes now...always chasin' after a spin I can never go home to.
It's kind of funny that they made this service. My girlfriend annihilates me. But, more relevantly, what do people think about this related to the socio-chromatic theories of old school mind man Steve Wigents? Do you think we'll get bit-wise escalations and digital "hormone" trips? When you "lose" a fight, does a hierarchial rung "slip," or are you merely taking a social declination route?
Pascal Thompson will win. I've seen him win with the rain and a peaking moon overhead. Night doesn't bother him ha. His robot car's eyes are far off the left hand color chart, so lack of light isn't an issue. And he had soft-go tires for the bumps. This guy is all the way gone to win.
Yeah, it's probably illegal--but illegality can be defined with nails. Tap tap tap...
You said you weren't going to post like this anymore...not with talk of mixings and loadings. I thought we had a contract for our respective humor boundaries. Remember, like the cab companies in Del Rido?
And to think I was only modded "insightful" and not "funny" at all...how depressing.
Stock price too high for the earnings?...come on, this is the Net age...don't you think "profit" or "earnings" might be an outdated parameter by which to judge the health of a company...oh wait....
Your Passing Wind will pass right past me and I will take you down with Heavy Fists (aka, 'the 10 dollar Fists')
We cannot escape our destinies! Maybe this one said 'toad ass' instead of 'frog head,' but toad, frog...what's the difference? 'Ass' and 'head'...there's still a symmetry. I was right, in essence. Now give me my candy, everyone!