dj_ivocha on 6/6/2010 at 10:42
*law enforcement guy tries to "enhance" a photo of someone, that's basically just white noise* ... *fails*
"let me download an unlicensed hacker application from the internet, it might kickstart things"
His boss: "yeah, but it might also corrupt the file"
"well, that's a risk we have to take"
Komputermachines ON TV! :cool:
rachel on 6/6/2010 at 10:47
From what I read she was hanging that sign in front of the Obama's daughter's school, she's just a hateful bitch just like the rest of her family.
Megan Fox on the other hand... rawr :cool:
Queue on 6/6/2010 at 19:32
Take away Megan Fox's looks and what are you left with? At least this Megan can inspire hatred and make a really snazzy sign.
Where the hell's dethtoll been hiding?
Thief13x on 7/6/2010 at 02:56
Quote Posted by Queue
Take away Megan Fox's looks and what are you left with?
Well hell Queue, we've been taking our cues from you
Sulphur on 7/6/2010 at 03:06
I get worldsick every time I take a stand.
Bluegrime on 7/6/2010 at 04:33
I'm never sure if these kinds of threads are funny or not. The subtle styling of CC are lost on me.
Sulphur on 7/6/2010 at 21:03
Let me break you through this world.
PeeperStorm on 8/6/2010 at 06:59
Speaking of horseradish cellars, what kind of car do you smoke?
Queue on 8/6/2010 at 12:31
This is not a bad thread. You'll see that eventually.
Mark my words.
Sulphur on 20/6/2010 at 17:34
me: Oh, stop crying. Here, have a passage I just made for you: "And her tears rained upon him, crystal teardrops prisming the light in blinding rainbows against his skin."
me: Damn, I should write a book.
Bathsheba (name changed for obvious reasons): did you steal that line from twilight?
me: No...
Bathsheba: LIAR
me: please tell me it's not from there.
Bathsheba: it is!
me: Bullshit. BOOK AND PAGE NUMBER
1:53 AM Bathsheba: meet me tomorrow
me: Okay.
1:54 AM me: I'll write another book, then.
Bathsheba: title
me: "Confessions in a public rest room"
1:55 AM Bathsheba: sounds interesting
me: It is!
1:58 AM me: "So there he was, squeezing out the last drops of sweet nectarine, when I sidled next to him. The air was hot, laden with promise. The sweat beaded on my brow; was it the right time? Would he understand? My heart was threatening to burst from my ribcage. I turned to him, I looked him in the eye, and I said... 'Dude, I think that's my underwear you're wearing.'"
[Bathsheba has disconnected]
me: Heyyyy
me: You missed the best part! :(
