Im_CIA

Shall we buy a new guitar Shall we drive a more powerful car Shall we work straight through the night Shall we get into fights Leave the lights on Drop bombs Do tours of the East Contract diseases Bury bones Break up homes Send flowers by phone Take to drink Go to shrinks Give up meat Rarely sleep Keep people as pets Train dogs Race rats Fill the attic with cash Bury treasure Store up leisure But never relax at all With our backs to the wall

Congratulations Ross. With that Captialism rant you can qualify as a coked-out, benign subway hobo that lectures a silent cart during the afternoon rushhour. Just kidding. You put a lot of research and effort into answering that question when most people would just give a half-answer and move on.

EARTH BELOWWW US DEIFITNG, FALLING

Somebody once told the me the world is gonna roll: "You ain't the sharpest tool in the shed". She was looking kinda dumb with her finger and her thumb in the shape, of an L, on her forehead. Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming and they don't stop coming and they don't stop coming and they don't stop coming and they don't stop coming and they don't stop coming and they don't stop coming and they don't stop coming and they don't stop coming and they don't stop coming and they don't stop coming and they don't stop coming

Everyone's watching, to see what you will dooo Everyone's lookin' at you

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wOBNrAtIhRo

Hey, teacher! Leavethemkidsalone

Stop right there criminal scum. Nobody posts last on my watch

Backlit P or NP

Ross Scott waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were molds in the apartment. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to Sean Bean were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway. Ross was a content creator for fourteen years. When he was young he watched Ronald Reagan tear down the wall and he said to dad "I want to go to Poland daddy." Dad said "No! You will BE KILL BY MOLDS" There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in his recording studio base of the second world he knew there were molds. "This is Bean" the radio crackered. "You must fight the molds!" So Ross gotted his scrubber and blew up the wall. "HE GOING TO CLEAN US" said the molds. "I will shoot at him" said the cybermold and he fired the spore missiles. Ross cleaned at him and tried to blew him up. But then the ceiling fell and they were trapped and not able to clean. "No! I must clean the molds" he shouted The radio said "No, Ross. You are the molds" And then Ross was a fungai. Source of pasta

Guess who's back, Back again Mold is back, Tell a friend.

AMD

Here's my reasoning : "Classic Simpsons or Modern Simpsons? " < = > "What's more True, True or False" So seems a bit redundant. I'm sane, not senile. *blinks*. God, I'm sane. Ketchup or Catsup?

Picard > Kirk >>>>> "Crisco" > Literally Who?

Do you even need to ask? Sneed's or Chuck's?

Sometimes I wonder if it's at all possible for people to connect with each other on a an emotional level. Maybe we just project what we want onto others based on a few nebulous markers, making reltaionships like love and friendship simply a form of mutual self-hypnosis. I mean, pizza gets old quick if it's the only thing you can afford to eat at college.

CHILLIN' OUT WITH YO' CREW AT THE SCHOOL YARD

Welcome my son,. Welcomeee to the machine

No, Ross. The intro is iconic and should never be glossed over. This is pavlov's dog: you ring the bell and bring out the food. We're all still eating but also experiencing acute mental anguish.

Just gonna sneak in here while the site is being overhauled...

Ross, I mentioned this on another thread, but if you're going prevent BTG from using his Data gif, then you must seriously consider the possibility of the Crystalline Entity manifesting and killing everyone on this site.

>Bullseye >Different avatar So when is the Crystalline Entity coming to harvest this site, Mr. Lore?

I think an agnostic approach is more suitable. I've only been here a few years, but it appears to me that Ross is more of watchmaker than a lynch pin. Any future non-cosmetic changes would have to be pushed through by us, the community. And by us, I mean *you* (jk)

To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day

That's right guys, Yeb! Bush 2020. Mark your calendars.