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If you saw some of the acid-tongued PMs I've received, I swear some of you would want to end your days. I just stagger through, a shadow of my former self.
I'm not far off from calling Esther Rantzen on Childline.
*hangs her head in shame* Yeah, I said I'm sorry, alright? It was my first beheading, so excuse me if I didn't get it right on the first try! Like you never missed a limb or two during slaughter, pfft!
*gasp* NO WAY! That's like asking Sauron for his ring, or Darth Vader for his light saber, or, or, Indy for his whip, or Damokles for his sword! ONE DOESN'T BOTHER ICONS FOR THAT SORT OF THING, GAGH!!
You always blame Dr_Dace whenever you do anything evil. You set fire to nine of my shoes, leaving me with an odd number of shoes to wear, and blamed Dr_Dace. He wasn't even in the country! He was eating rice in Finland!
I think Dr Dace is Dr Dave, like Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. He drinks far too much elixir and scampers off into the night to do evil things, like eating nuns guitars or cook food into front of starving hobos and then eat it while telling the hobo how good it is.
To be fair, I saw Dr_Dave and Dr_Dace in the same place, when they were sword-fighting on top of the Statue Of Liberty. But I was a long way away (Scotland)...