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Yeah! Our real problem is white middle class christian men, like that timothy fellow who bombed our once awesome federal building in OKC.  We've gotta get those bastards out of here.

I feel dumber for reading that email, thanks.

I can't believe that making it illegal to not flag it spam would work. Immediately spammers would set up servers in third world countries (like kazaa did) and just do it from there with no legal consequences.

The penny idea.. I wouldn't mind, but I know most 13 year olds would.

I'd go for the gold and haunt a cheerleaders locker room.

A lot of people have birthdays around this time all of a sudden.. mine was on the first. What gives? Is there some big conception fest that causes this like valentines day?

It's to keep you from skipping an important dialog. After you find him, you'll get your GUI back.

I like all of these, but commenting on the color, I learned this from my Humanities class. Ancient Egyptians were color blind.. they weren't selective on color when they chose wives, etc. They were every shade from white to black, and over time arrived at the blend that they are today with hardly any white people left. So your black Egyptians aren't unusual, and you could even include some white Egyptians. Especially since they did have lots of white slaves.

Tim Allen took the role of Santa in some movie or another when he accidentally killed the original. Don't remember what it was called. You can't make him an elf, either, or it would look like Will Farell's new movie.

I could throw a lot of ideas at you, but I doubt you'd want to use mine, they're all morbid and strange.

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thanks, I think I skipped a pretty good portion of the game though.. I left the mountain and went to the town and asked a drunk about "gouda" when I didn't know anything about them before. Then suddenly I'm on a mission of some sort. Weird.

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If you do talk to it and it has an annoying personality, I still recommend lots of masturbation. Don't cover yourself with sheets to make it comforting either. Light candles and grease your whole body up. Make that ghost REALLY want to be somewhere else.

I still can't even get him to take the pills.. I'm stuck in the attic with nothing but matches, note, pill bottles, and a crate that no interactions work on. What's the deal?

53>< is the way Vel and his l33t crowd refer to the act where you try to make a baby without actually creating a baby. I doubt he does it much, if at all, really, so I don't know why he said anything. If he does, congratulations for becoming an elite member of the world. Sex is usally reserved for only those who can get a boner, so I can see why he'd be proud of having had it.

If you had mentioned that your room is suspended I think it would have been quite obvious to everyone what was going on in the first place. You know how bridges will freeze and the roads won't sometimes? It's because a road is on the ground and the ground isn't frozen just because the air is below freezing.. but a bridge is suspended so its entire mass can become frozen easily with wind chill. The same applies to houses, because your room is suspended it will become easily cold, because it is not as well insulated from the environment. The heater only works in the middle because apparently you don't have a good enough heater.

The swinging of the lampshade could be attributed to a lot of things, and I'd be willing to bet your room moves as the different sides of the houses it's attached to move in different ways as they expand/contract from heat. Since it's attached to the ceiling, it's sensitive to this. Wind is more likely.. but if it's still doing it on foggy mornings that is the only explanation I can think of right now. If anything, this is the weird thing.

The ghost on your bed was probably nothing, unless you saw it for longer than 5 seconds in some sort of distinct form. If it was just an instant, then it probably never was.

One thing that I thought was interesting about haunted houses when I was watching an investigation was that they were always cold, and the air would shift for no apparent reason when there was no wind and the room was isolated. You could see the dust in the air all at once change direction with no cause. If you're seeing that sort of thing, then cry out to jesus or something. I  tend to think that making the ghost feel uncomfortable being in the room by masturbating a lot would probably work better.

where will you put your phone, money, sweets, chrisp packets and other assorted junk?

Between your *ahem* bulges?

Well, darn. Beat me by a bit.

Steroids cause impotency. Har har.

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NEXT: A fighting game... ...with mice

read the previous post..

I think you guys exaggerate a bit.. it doesn't seem terribly complicated to me.  Something is definately wrong with it for that javascript box though! It took 5 minutes for me to log in, 1 minute to do my daily activity of noticing I still haven't any new messages and emptying junk. Server load was high or something, it said.

I can't figure out what the hell is going on, other than if I click the ad link I give him money.  Everyone gather round and help a brother out!  Anyone?  Hello?

Oh.  Guess it's not all that fun.

Yeah, it's a federal offense, I know that, I've told her, and she's still a crazy bitch of a mom.. but

Okay, this is NOT one of those whiney, "My Poor, Sad Life!" threads

I was just hoping someone could laugh at my misfortunes.  I'd rather read more crazy WTF stories than people feeling sorry for me.

My mother refused to help me pay for college by co-signing my student loans on the basis that I could die and she'd have to pay them, and repeatadly told me I wouldn't be able to pay for college and I was screwed.  She told me I was her least favorite son.  She kicked me out of the house when I graduated and she didn't get a child support check for me anymore.  Today is my birthday, but since I live far out of town she asked me if I would come if she had a party for me on Friday.  I went, found out she'd opened and read all of the mail that had been in my name and going to my old address, which was none of her business since she barely talks to me once a month, and it was the student loan info that my DAD signed.  She tried to give me $100 for my birthday.  I refused to take it, and she was surprised. WTF???

Organise a day where the girls wear pants and the guys wear skirts.

Yeah, I think I'd want some kind of compensation for sinking to that.. but then I'm not Irish.

Don't give that letter to your principal. Make 1000 copies of it and put them in every girls locker, all over the hallways, and you'll be sure to havea lot of other angry people with you when the principal reads it. You don't have to put your name on it, so they won't necessarily know you wrote it if there's some risk of expulsion.