I hear there are big fat hairy tentacles.

I fink i've 'ad 'er.

sir you sicken me.

post more sarlacc porn, please. I'm almost finished.

Sarlacc Pit. Greater or greatest pet name for a girlfriend?

I'm not the one posting pornographic images.

(See atari's rudey pic of Kate Bush - it's a peach).

are you trying to say that it takes you a 1000 years to extricate yrself from her?

Unless he's constructed from the same metal as Boba Fett's armor (as I assume you are) or a Hutt. Sarlaccs can't disgest Hutts.

Nerd.

Well there are new definitions of pain and suffering.

pfft. Boba Fett only survived the sarlacc by blasting his way out. his Mandalorian armor may have helped him, but given time, the sarlacc of Carkoon would have got him, nerd.

but we never see him again in the movie so he must have died.

Everyone knows that Mandalorian plastisteel is strong but if you read "A Barve Like That: The Tale of Boba Fett" from Tales From Jabba's Palace, you would see that the sarlacc ate through that shit when by the time he pulled himself out.

NERD

I just got told.

you just said the same thing I did (but a lot nerdier), nerd.

Citing sources is totally the antithesis of nerdom.

It's pure voyeurism. I have 2 pictures of myself and I delete the tag ones (school, drunk, in my underwear, etc).

rawr.

Like I say, secret porn.

Although well done for keeping your underwear on.

^^^ secret porn was a good call Pookie. mad respec'.


unlike a deep understanding of the armor composites of ancient (& far far away) clans, expanded universe novels and sarlacci digestive processes.

nerd.

i skipped all four pages because while I may have missed some 1/4 chuckles i also probably missed a station wagon full of inanity. and so i say pompously with an eagle talon and golden etched cane i don't need because i'm not blind: there is not a facebook generation. there is no generation. there are just sacks of matter that're moved with the beat of a heart. sift through the poop of popes and wear their corn particles like crowns. then we will all grin together, equalized, cross nations, cross cultures, cross faiths: shit faced and oblivious to the screams of our shattered dendrites.

Oh, the hell with it. Give me a pic of girlbun and let's call it all good.

aren't you married?

Exactly.

i think you messed up. but i'm just a hamster and have been known to die while running on metallic wheels.

The name's Bond.

i heard MI5 ain't what it used to be. I heard they're more interested in diddling each other to cartoon depictions of April O'Neil while wearing headbands and passing Master Splinter around like a j, except instead of smoking anything they drop the sensei down their shorts and then whisper about the ooze and Shredder's elusiveness.

Guess I out irony nerded you.

Geek.

oh, no, I caught it. you just weren't getting off on a simple "citing sources".

pussy.

...

ne'er-do-well

I'll take that as a compliment.

I just got a facebook.

all my photos on there are old. contact me if you want to add me though

kick me in the head.

Facebook: The social addiction
My experience with facebook was relatively positive, but eventually gets out of hand. When fax machines were invented, as much of a 'good idea' it was back in the day, nobody bought them because you need other people with fax machines to even use them, so they didn't catch on for a number of years despite how revolutionary they were. Where I live people are so dependant on facebook for everything that it makes it difficult to quit. It became the primary medium of event notification, and would make me feel like I'm missing out on a lot of good times without it, despite the fact that I hate how there's over 200 pictures of me on some server that I have no ability to get rid of.

YES




this thread is proof.

Yes!

pics in underwear?
postplzkthxbye