Retrospect
Main Eventer
Joined on: Sept 20, 2019 16:39:04 GMT -5
Posts: 1,059
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Post by Retrospect on Jun 20, 2021 11:49:43 GMT -5
I can’t wait for people to realize that sometimes jokes can actually be funny and nothing else 😮
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Post by rkmo: The FOCUS Method on Jun 20, 2021 12:03:05 GMT -5
I can't wait for dumbasses to realize jokes are meant to be funny and sarcasm doesn't translate over the internet
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Post by JC Motors on Jun 20, 2021 12:10:57 GMT -5
Please. No fighting in here. We don't need Banter Locked
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Post by J'Dinkalage Morgoone on Jun 20, 2021 13:04:27 GMT -5
Please. No fighting in here. We don't need Banter Locked same people every time
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Post by J'Dinkalage Morgoone on Jun 20, 2021 13:05:02 GMT -5
Its nice to be running a store again, my wife had her grand opening yesterday. I have missed it.
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Post by Deep Figure Value on Jun 20, 2021 17:43:14 GMT -5
I can't wait to watch the Rise and Fall of AEW on the WWE Network
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Post by slappy on Jun 21, 2021 10:54:22 GMT -5
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Post by Deep Figure Value on Jun 21, 2021 11:02:22 GMT -5
I can't wait to watch the Rise and Fall of AEW on the WWE Network
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Post by Deep Figure Value on Jun 21, 2021 15:56:03 GMT -5
NEW GAME ALERTI quote a former wf member and you tell me who spake the words I typeth. I will defer to screech on all ties, questions, deferrals, subjugations, gentrifications, and split decision rulings. One guess per current wf member. Round 1:The craving was inescapable. It was violent. Harrowing. I'd just depressed the 'play' button on my eight disc changer, circa 1997, allowing the hands of fate to determine the next track I'd subject myself to. The result was somber. Grounding. Emotional. Fate, it would seem, was cruel, for though my faithful Sony, a hand-me-down from my college bound, corperate magazine consuming prep whore of a sister, had brought me back to that old faithful, the dulcet tones of "Hurt" by the voice, the way, the GOD Trent Reznor, my cravings remained. Thrashing. Anguished. Grumbling. The blackness of my soul cried out, as black as the curtains from JC Penney that blacked out the sun from my white washed suburban home, plied fresh from another corperate magazine. I had my solitude. My soundtrack was somber, but my soul. My being. My stomach.
Still I lacked a cupcake.
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Post by slappy on Jun 21, 2021 16:03:11 GMT -5
NEW GAME ALERTI quote a former wf member and you tell me who spake the words I typeth. I will defer to screech on all ties, questions, deferrals, subjugations, gentrifications, and split decision rulings. One guess per current wf member. Round 1:The craving was inescapable. It was violent. Harrowing. I'd just depressed the 'play' button on my eight disc changer, circa 1997, allowing the hands of fate to determine the next track I'd subject myself to. The result was somber. Grounding. Emotional. Fate, it would seem, was cruel, for though my faithful Sony, a hand-me-down from my college bound, corperate magazine consuming prep whore of a sister, had brought me back to that old faithful, the dulcet tones of "Hurt" by the voice, the way, the GOD Trent Reznor, my cravings remained. Thrashing. Anguished. Grumbling. The blackness of my soul cried out, as black as the curtains from JC Penney that blacked out the sun from my white washed suburban home, plied fresh from another corperate magazine. I had my solitude. My soundtrack was somber, but my soul. My being. My stomach.
Still I lacked a cupcake. Eternal
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Post by screech on Jun 21, 2021 16:16:34 GMT -5
NEW GAME ALERTI quote a former wf member and you tell me who spake the words I typeth. I will defer to screech on all ties, questions, deferrals, subjugations, gentrifications, and split decision rulings. One guess per current wf member. Round 1:The craving was inescapable. It was violent. Harrowing. I'd just depressed the 'play' button on my eight disc changer, circa 1997, allowing the hands of fate to determine the next track I'd subject myself to. The result was somber. Grounding. Emotional. Fate, it would seem, was cruel, for though my faithful Sony, a hand-me-down from my college bound, corperate magazine consuming prep whore of a sister, had brought me back to that old faithful, the dulcet tones of "Hurt" by the voice, the way, the GOD Trent Reznor, my cravings remained. Thrashing. Anguished. Grumbling. The blackness of my soul cried out, as black as the curtains from JC Penney that blacked out the sun from my white washed suburban home, plied fresh from another corperate magazine. I had my solitude. My soundtrack was somber, but my soul. My being. My stomach.
Still I lacked a cupcake. Eternal wrong but not a bad guess!
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Post by J'Dinkalage Morgoone on Jun 21, 2021 16:17:59 GMT -5
NEW GAME ALERTI quote a former wf member and you tell me who spake the words I typeth. I will defer to screech on all ties, questions, deferrals, subjugations, gentrifications, and split decision rulings. One guess per current wf member. Round 1:The craving was inescapable. It was violent. Harrowing. I'd just depressed the 'play' button on my eight disc changer, circa 1997, allowing the hands of fate to determine the next track I'd subject myself to. The result was somber. Grounding. Emotional. Fate, it would seem, was cruel, for though my faithful Sony, a hand-me-down from my college bound, corperate magazine consuming prep whore of a sister, had brought me back to that old faithful, the dulcet tones of "Hurt" by the voice, the way, the GOD Trent Reznor, my cravings remained. Thrashing. Anguished. Grumbling. The blackness of my soul cried out, as black as the curtains from JC Penney that blacked out the sun from my white washed suburban home, plied fresh from another corperate magazine. I had my solitude. My soundtrack was somber, but my soul. My being. My stomach.
Still I lacked a cupcake. slappy
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Post by screech on Jun 21, 2021 16:19:28 GMT -5
wrong
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Post by slappy on Jun 21, 2021 16:27:08 GMT -5
NEW GAME ALERTI quote a former wf member and you tell me who spake the words I typeth. I will defer to screech on all ties, questions, deferrals, subjugations, gentrifications, and split decision rulings. One guess per current wf member. Round 1:The craving was inescapable. It was violent. Harrowing. I'd just depressed the 'play' button on my eight disc changer, circa 1997, allowing the hands of fate to determine the next track I'd subject myself to. The result was somber. Grounding. Emotional. Fate, it would seem, was cruel, for though my faithful Sony, a hand-me-down from my college bound, corperate magazine consuming prep whore of a sister, had brought me back to that old faithful, the dulcet tones of "Hurt" by the voice, the way, the GOD Trent Reznor, my cravings remained. Thrashing. Anguished. Grumbling. The blackness of my soul cried out, as black as the curtains from JC Penney that blacked out the sun from my white washed suburban home, plied fresh from another corperate magazine. I had my solitude. My soundtrack was somber, but my soul. My being. My stomach.
Still I lacked a cupcake. slappy I've never written a post that good.
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Post by J'Dinkalage Morgoone on Jun 21, 2021 16:30:41 GMT -5
I've never written a post that good. lmao XD
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Post by Deep Figure Value on Jun 21, 2021 17:26:53 GMT -5
Pretty (hate machine) disappointed in this board's lack of former wf member knowledge smdh
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Post by JC Motors on Jun 21, 2021 17:50:49 GMT -5
Pretty (hate machine) disappointed in this board's lack of former wf member knowledge smdh Focalin?
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Post by Deep Figure Value on Jun 21, 2021 17:58:04 GMT -5
SMDH
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Post by Deep Figure Value on Jun 21, 2021 17:58:49 GMT -5
You can tell who the Droggz poserz are here. "LOL sounds like the Droggz" but don't even know what Trent's Biggest Fan is about SMDHing
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Post by slappy on Jun 21, 2021 18:08:43 GMT -5
You can tell who the Droggz poserz are here. "LOL sounds like the Droggz" but don't even know what Trent's Biggest Fan is about SMDHing The name sounds familiar but beyond that I couldn't tell you anything.
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