Migor does laugh at your puny and pathetic Patent office.
All inventions upon your puny planet are the creation or Migor and Migor alone.
Migor does from time to time implant a seed of inspiration into the heads of your puny planet's so-called inventors, but what is created is the work of Migor and Migor alone.
Does not ye know that the editorial staff of the New York Times are composed compleatly of Zombies?
Migor did create them in 1802 when he was drunk in a lawn with the bodies of the dead.
Those who work for the newspaper are brain seeking un-dead, and should not be trusted on any subject other then the accuracy of the World Book Encylopedia.
Migor has three video game systems. Migor has an Atari 2600, an Intellivision and Migor has Pong.
Migor has ported Linux to all of his video games.
Migor runs Red Hat on Pong. This was easy to install for Migor, and he used only the intellegence that is kept in the Microbrain of his seven thousanth, fourth and 20th pinky on his 5th left hand.
Upon pong Migor did install and configure Telnet. He did not install ssh, because only a fool would dare try to hack Migor.
Migor also did install BSDI on his George Forman grill which sits in the place of honor in the kitchen of his mighty spaceship. Migor was not pleased with the limited storage capacity of the grill, and since then uses the grill as a simple router.
Mod Migor down and he shall pick his teeth with your brains
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You have offended Migor. Migor is now very, very, very angry. Migor will find you. Migor will rip out your eyeballs and he then shall show them to you as you scream in pain with an invisible tounge which Migor will also remove.
Then Migor will remove your soul. He will put it into the frying pan which is heated by magical gas in the kitchen of Migor's mighty spaceship.
Migor shall dine on your soul and feed the fatty grease left in the pan to his favorate pet who is known as Reptar.
Then Migor will put Reptar out into the yard for the night, as fatty soul grease gives Reptar the trotts.
And then Migor shall sleep with the knowledge that he has taught you, who is wrong, a lesson.
Migor created the mall to act as a people cage for the smaller of you. He watches you in your pathetic people cage from his mighty spaceship.
You will consume in the people cage. There are restrooms there that Migor gave to you from his own heart. You are free to use them, but you must flush the toilet when you are done.
Migor does not have a dynamic IP. He does not have a static IP.
Migor owns all the IPs on the Internet, son of the typewriter, daughter of Zigor.
He owns the entire Internet, both here on earth and in the exotic reaches of outerspace.
Internic and Network solutions are mearly bio-nodes on Migor's mighty spaceship. Migor can take microsoft.com and cook it upon his mighty gas range he has installed on his spaceship.
Because Migor owns microsoft.com. Migor owns microsoft. Bill Gates is Migor's slave
Migor will NOT sodomize you, because Migor is not gay.
He has better things to do. Migor has a mighty spaceship. He is currently in outerspace, where you in a billion years of evolution will never be able to grow wings and fly to.
Migor hates it even more when mods are idiots. How the hell is the above comment off topic? It's very very on topic. It's about war driving, warchalking, and spaceships, which is exactly what the article is about.
Migor will have his revenge on you moderator idiot. You will be DEPOSED. Your body will be put into the trunk of his mighty spaceship and you will be kept there for 1 trillion nano-parcycles (about 40 minutes), which will drive you to such a heafty level of insanity that soon afterwards you will buy a pickup truck.
Migor did it to Commander Taco back in 1993, and he's never gone back to bran.
Migor owns clear channel. Migor does not take payola, because the songs are made in the part of his mind that used to be the part that controlled his sex drive.
However, over 1 billion years ago, Migor's wife, Gigor removed that part and changed it into a music makeing machine.
Unfortunatly, it does'nt make good music, so it gets pumped down to your puny Earth planet and plays over something magical called 'air-waves' (Which Migor invented in 1924).
The record executives you talk about are figments of your imagination projected into your puny Earth brain because 1/4 of Migor's life energy comes from the super-micro forces created when simple, single brained creatures bitch about something innane.
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Migor does laugh at your puny and pathetic Patent office.
All inventions upon your puny planet are the creation or Migor and Migor alone.
Migor does from time to time implant a seed of inspiration into the heads of your puny planet's so-called inventors, but what is created is the work of Migor and Migor alone.
Migor does laugh at you.
Does not ye know that the editorial staff of the New York Times are composed compleatly of Zombies?
Migor did create them in 1802 when he was drunk in a lawn with the bodies of the dead.
Those who work for the newspaper are brain seeking un-dead, and should not be trusted on any subject other then the accuracy of the World Book Encylopedia.
There is no such thing as 'Anti-Hydro*. This is not but superstition.
Migor will find those who think of such blasphomy and Migor shall destroy them.
There is only antigravitrons, and there is also anticola.
All else shall be dismissed as secular witchcraft under penalty of dis-embowelment.
So commands Migor.
Migor OWNS outer-space. This pathetic offering from Russia does not appease Migor.
Migor did not need to fire his weapons from his mighty spaceship, he simply used a hat pin.
At first Migor thought it was an inflatable love doll. That would please Migor.
But it was just a stupid space ship. It was not a mighty spaceship like Migors. Migor has been angered.
Puny Russians will pay.
Migor has three video game systems. Migor has an Atari 2600, an Intellivision and Migor has Pong.
Migor has ported Linux to all of his video games.
Migor runs Red Hat on Pong. This was easy to install for Migor, and he used only the intellegence that is kept in the Microbrain of his seven thousanth, fourth and 20th pinky on his 5th left hand.
Upon pong Migor did install and configure Telnet. He did not install ssh, because only a fool would dare try to hack Migor.
Migor also did install BSDI on his George Forman grill which sits in the place of honor in the kitchen of his mighty spaceship. Migor was not pleased with the limited storage capacity of the grill, and since then uses the grill as a simple router.
Mod Migor down and he shall pick his teeth with your brains
You have offended Migor. Migor is now very, very, very angry. Migor will find you. Migor will rip out your eyeballs and he then shall show them to you as you scream in pain with an invisible tounge which Migor will also remove.
Then Migor will remove your soul. He will put it into the frying pan which is heated by magical gas in the kitchen of Migor's mighty spaceship.
Migor shall dine on your soul and feed the fatty grease left in the pan to his favorate pet who is known as Reptar.
Then Migor will put Reptar out into the yard for the night, as fatty soul grease gives Reptar the trotts.
And then Migor shall sleep with the knowledge that he has taught you, who is wrong, a lesson.
Migor created the mall to act as a people cage for the smaller of you. He watches you in your pathetic people cage from his mighty spaceship.
You will consume in the people cage. There are restrooms there that Migor gave to you from his own heart. You are free to use them, but you must flush the toilet when you are done.
Migor does not have a dynamic IP. He does not have a static IP.
Migor owns all the IPs on the Internet, son of the typewriter, daughter of Zigor.
He owns the entire Internet, both here on earth and in the exotic reaches of outerspace.
Internic and Network solutions are mearly bio-nodes on Migor's mighty spaceship. Migor can take microsoft.com and cook it upon his mighty gas range he has installed on his spaceship.
Because Migor owns microsoft.com. Migor owns microsoft. Bill Gates is Migor's slave
Migor will NOT sodomize you, because Migor is not gay.
He has better things to do. Migor has a mighty spaceship. He is currently in outerspace, where you in a billion years of evolution will never be able to grow wings and fly to.
Migor might turn you into a duck.
I am NOT Migor.
Only Migor is Migor. And his wife is Gigor. I am not Gigor either.
I am me.
Migor has been angered by you insulting ME, the mouthpeice of Migor.
You will be punished
Migor hates it even more when mods are idiots. How the hell is the above comment off topic? It's very very on topic. It's about war driving, warchalking, and spaceships, which is exactly what the article is about.
Migor will have his revenge on you moderator idiot. You will be DEPOSED. Your body will be put into the trunk of his mighty spaceship and you will be kept there for 1 trillion nano-parcycles (about 40 minutes), which will drive you to such a heafty level of insanity that soon afterwards you will buy a pickup truck.
Migor did it to Commander Taco back in 1993, and he's never gone back to bran.
Gosh!
How stupid ARE you Earthlings, anyways?
Migor owns clear channel. Migor does not take payola, because the songs are made in the part of his mind that used to be the part that controlled his sex drive.
However, over 1 billion years ago, Migor's wife, Gigor removed that part and changed it into a music makeing machine.
Unfortunatly, it does'nt make good music, so it gets pumped down to your puny Earth planet and plays over something magical called 'air-waves' (Which Migor invented in 1924).
The record executives you talk about are figments of your imagination projected into your puny Earth brain because 1/4 of Migor's life energy comes from the super-micro forces created when simple, single brained creatures bitch about something innane.
Jeeze. You've really been duped.
Let met tell you a little something about Migor. Migor HATES wardrivers. Do you know exactly how many WAPs Migor has in the universe?
Neither do I. However, I do know that whenever he goes war driving in his spaceship near earth, there are way too many WAPs on channel 11.
He hates that, and has considered blowing up the Earth for the annoyance. Fortunatly for us, Migor's wife, Gigor, usually talks him out of it.