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"Jag känner en bot... Hon heter Anna. Anna heter hon."

What...? o_O
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I'm implying you look like Basshunter.

"Jag känner en bot... Hon heter Anna. Anna heter hon."

At least, it gives us the ability to be The People Who Discovered It Before It Got Popular.

You know I once slept in the same tent as CJ.

Face it Pablo, as long as people keep making babies there will always be a stream of new AGSers. You can't fight it. Learn to accept it and go with the flow. If you ever find yourself questioning whether or not there are too many people here, just think to yourself "well at least I contribute to these forums "

This one might be a bit tricky, but it should soon be clear what it's about.

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It's the Volcano. You can hear the wind and see the whole island from up there. It's beautiful place. Calm, peaceful. But something is about to go horribly wrong...

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http://www.pabsoft.net/temp/haddcore_magmify.mp3

Why has no one brought up the fact that it's obviously the head of a twin absorbed in the womb that is finally making a break for it from your prison of a body...?

Tie a canvas bag around your arm all day and night, catch him and finish the job!

This is the most reasonable explanation and I support it.

Sure, why not.

www.myspace.com/haddcore

I opened this expecting a thread about aggressive limboing, but this is just awful. There's a reason I enjoy living far away from people.

Keyboards breaking down is the exact reason I have two keyboards connected to my computer at all times. Never again.

At the moment this is what I drive:




This is what i WANT to drive:



Yes, it's a Lada.

I've done it again.

I have an artist myspace too. Though I'm afraid you probably won't like my style of music.

http://www.myspace.com/haddcore

I always scroll and click when i don't have to. It annoys some people. I don't even really notice that I do it, but apparently it is so.

Well, we were talking about "getting physically together" at the next Mittens...

Are you talking about... Fusion?!

I believe he had something like this in mind:

Actually... if we all had a tiny windmill mounted to our butts, then every time we farted we would produce wind energy that could be collected in a special pair of electric knickers and used to light your cigarettes or power your dildo.

That reminds me of an idea I have. Though it all depends on the invention of the teleport. You see, it's a well known fact that cows produce a lot of gas. Now that gas is all going to waste as it is. If we were to install sort of a gas filter teleport in the butt of the cow it could transfer the gas to large storage containers. This gas would then be used for power. One cow would produce several cubic feet per day. Now think thousands of farms and hundreds of thousands of cows..

I'm a big fan of your writing. In fact I check your blog frequently for updates. The stories are surreal and hilarious. I guess they're like you.

I'm sure those windmills will keep those turtles cool.

WINDMILLS DO NOT WORK THAT WAY!

I think we should all pollute as much as inhumanly possible. That way we can get rid of all the pollution at once!

All of it!



It'll work, I swear.

http://www.acsu.buffalo.edu/~insrisg/nature/nw04/0509Windmills.htm

http://www.usatoday.com/news/nation/2005-01-04-windmills-usat_x.htm

Apparently not, Haddas... But there' s also some links de-mythifying the issue...

http://www.treehugger.com/files/2006/04/common_misconce.php

Birds are so complicated. What ARE birds? We just don't know.

And kills thousand of birds...

You'd think birds would be able to avoid a spinning propeller. Especially one that's standing still.