Lenin64

To be fair, the toaster was a very smooth talker. I would be more surprised if I hadn't done it. I'm still entertaining the thought of my toaster being alive right this second, but it's unable to do anything. It's only about 10 feet away, I can see it from here even. The best part is that it couldn't start the toasting process itself, the lever is only hand-pushed. It can only release the toast.

I might be naive, but I don't think Valve would spell it "whinging". Who the hell does that, anyway? Funny nonetheless.

Then I guess you're just screwed. Invest in good golf clubs.

Then surely there's still something you can do within reason. Switch classes, perhaps. If it's just this one guy in particular, and he's got you messing yourself like this, it stands to reason they'll let you mix up the schedule a bit. And yea, I'll be there for at least part of it. My best moment so far has to be hijacking the zombie's chopper. Or the time I double splattered those two guys hiding under the ramp.

No, the reason you haven't is because you're just some 14 year old punk. Quit acting all high and holier-than-them, you're not any better. "I'm trying to cripple the bastard before he hurts someone". Sure y'are. And if you really do, you're still just as guilty as the rest of them. If you're this worried, go to some authority; school administration, cops, even just parents. But don't pretend like you're going to take the matter into your own hands.

I don't think my toaster contains an incendiary device or blasting caps, either.

How is my toaster going to even move? It doesn't exactly have movable legs. It could be sentient right now, but there's nothing it can do.

See? I told you that crack was the bomb. And you questioned me. I've had squid, it was pretty good actually. I didn't like it, though, because it was way too rubbery and chewy, I couldn't break it up enough to swallow it. "Rainbow" sodas, where someone puts every flavor in a soda machine into one glass, can be pretty awful depending on what's in there.

Mastodon concert. Gonna be great.

Not if they're wearing their seatbelt :wink: I think that public area smoking ban pretty much covers your argument there. It isn't about protecting your life; it's about protecting the lives of others.

Of course you did.

You guys think those incest laws are crazy? Take a looky here

Jesus [bleep], ratchet, you don't like anything. Go away. You're like Comic Book Guy. I thought it was great. Very humorous. I especially loved the application of the rules on-screen.

I just like seeing "Dragon Slayer" under my name. Beyond that, I don't give a rat's [wagon]. In fact, I'm going to dislike my 10,000th post, if ever I make one.

This is something I wanted to bring up previously. Part of the goverment's job is to ensure the safety of its citizens; that is why governments were created in the first place. Laws like this just means the system is working correctly.

That's all I was interested in, really. I still don't understand why you think seat belt laws are so awful. It isn't control in the same way your parents prohibiting you from skydiving even when you never wanted to skydive is controlling. And if everyone wears their seat belt anyway, it's a non-issue on control. Once there's something that actually interferes with normal life, you can start calling foul. Also, it is apparantly illegal in California to shoot at game from a moving vehicle- unless your target is a whale. I have a sudden urge to visit California. A harpoon counts as a shooting weapon, right?

I don't know, when didn't it?

Honestly, who moves heavy furniture within their vehicle? I seriously can't picture a large dresser being driving about in a sedan. People get pickup trucks for those things, that's what the bed is for. Or large vans with plenty of space in the back and tied down, or even tied to the roof.

Zombieland. It was pretty good. Funny, too.

I don't think "unreadable" counts as another language.

Mastodon's going to be there. Just saying. Speaking of which, I'm going to see them at the end of the month. Awesome.

Demons, eh? BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! That is my answer to survival.

A harpoon, and beasts upon which to use it.

His parachute was cut. Nope. Hint: He isn't exactly the most intelligent person ever. And it has nothing to do with airplanes. He tied himself to a whale, which dove beneath the surface and drowned him before parking its great mass upon a beach, dying, and being blown up by cleanup crews that left his body for some reason.

You're all wrong. Sour pez is where it is at, yo.