I CAN'T FUCKING TAKE IT ANYMORE. I NEED TO TALK TO MENTY.

CaptainWacky

I want to smell dark matter
I HAVE BEEN PATIENT. I HAVE BEEN SO FUCKING PATIENT. I KNEW BIG THINGS WERE HAPPENING IN HIS LIFE. MOVING TO ANOTHER COUNTRY. IT'S HUGE. I GET IT.

BUT IT'S BEEN OVER A MONTH. IT'S BEEN SIX WEEKS MAYBE. I DON'T KNOW. IT FEELS LIKE SIX YEARS!!!

NOT ONE POST. NO EVIDENCE AT ALL THAT HE'S VISITED THE MINE FIELD.

AND I WON'T GO TO HIM ON FACEBOOK. THAT'S CHEATING. THAT WOULD GO AGAINST EVERYTHING I BELIEVE IN.

THINGS HAPPEN IN MY LIFE TOO. LIKE WHEN I SUDDENLY THINK MAYBE A FEMALE CELEBRITY I HAVEN'T LOOKED AT MUCH IS ACTUALLY REALLY HOT AND I HAVEN'T BEEN RANKING HER HIGH ENOUGH. THAT'S PRETTY FUCKING STRESSFUL. I NEED SOMEONE TO TALK TO ABOUT THAT.

MENTY UNDERSTOOD ME. HE ALWAYS UNDERSTOOD ME.

I NEED A MENTY RETURN UP IN THIS MINE FILED RIGHT ABOUT FUCKING NOW.

AND I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT ONE OF THOSE HALF-ASSED FAKE MENTY RETURNS THAT GET MY HOPES UP ONLY TO DASH THEM IN THE CRUELEST WAY POSSIBLE. THOSE ARE WORSE THAN DEATH.

WHEN HE COMES BACK AND POSTS "YEP, I'M BACK AND WILL BE HERE ALOT!!!" AND I'M SO EXICTED I DON'T EVEN CORRECT HIM FOR SAYING "ALOT" INSTEAD OF "A LOT."

THEN HE STARTS ONE THREAD ON A SUBJECT THAT INTERESTS ME.

OR EVEN A SUBJECT THAT DOESN'T INTEREST ME IN THE SLIGHTEST (JESSIE J!?!?!?)

BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER BECAUSE HE DOESN'T RETURN TO THE THREAD HE'S STARTED ANYWAY AND DOESN'T POST AGAIN FOR EIGHT MONTHS.

OR WHEN HE COMES INTO CHAT AND SAYS "BRB" RIGHT AWAY THEN DOESN'T SAY ANYTHING THEN PING TIMEOUTS THREE HOURS LATER.

NOT ONE OF THOSE MENTY RETURNS.

I'M TALKING A REAL, PROPER, MINE FIELD MENTY RETURN LIKE THE OLD DAYS.

ONE WHERE HE'LL ACTUALLY REPLY PRETTY QUICKLY IN THREADS HE STARTS. ONE WHERE HE'LL EVEN POST IN OTHER THREADS TOO. ONE WHERE WE ACTUALLY HAVE A CONVESATION. WITH LAUGHS ALONG THE WAY!!!

I'M TALKING THE KIND OF MENTY RETURN WHERE HE ACTUALLY TALKS TO ME ON MSN REGULARLY. LIKE AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK.

AND I'M SO HAPPY TO BE TALKING TO MENTY I SKIP AROUND THE FUCKING ROOM FOR THIRTY SECONDS AFTER HIS FIRST MESSAGE.

AND WE BANTER BACK AND FORTH.

AND HE TELLS ME WHAT HE'S BEEN UP TO.

AND I'M INTERESTED BECAUSE IT'S INTERESTING!

AND THEN IT'S MY TURN TO SPEAK, MY TURN TO CARRY THE CONVERSATION FOR A BIT.

AND I SAY...

"YOUR ASS IS A LOAF OF BREAD AND SPIRAL WANTS A SLICE!"
"REMEMBER BIG BROTHER SEVEN! THAT WAS GREAT!"

AND WE TALK ABOUT HOW GREAT BIG BROTHER SEVEN ("GRAAAAAAAAAAACIE!") WAS FOR A WHILE.

A LONG WHILE.

AND I REALISE IT WAS SIX YEARS AGO...

BUT I TRY TO STEER THE CONVERSATION TOWARDS MORE RECENT BIG BROTHERS.

HE CONFIRMS HE HASN'T WATCHED ANY.

I UPDATE HIM ON WHAT'S BEEN GOING ON. THEN I REALISE HE DOESN'T CARE. OBVIOUSLY. WHY WOULD ANYONE.

AND I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO SAY.

AT ALL.

SO I SAY NOTHING.

THEN HE SAYS SOMETHING TEN MINUTES LATER.

AND I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING AT ALL. AND I PANIC.

THEN I SWITCH TO "APPEAR OFFLINE".

WITH NO EXPLANATION.

AND FOR THE NEXT FEW DAYS IF I SEE HIM ONLINE I SWITCH TO "APPEAR OFFLINE" RIGHT AWAY JUST BECAUSE I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY.

I JUST NEED TO BUY SOME TIME I TELL MYSELF.

MAKE UP SOME LIES.

AND WHEN I FINALLY WANT TO TALK AGAIN, HE'S GONE. AND HE DOESN'T COME BACK.

AND I START TO RESENT HIM EVEN THOUGH IT'S ALL MY FAULT

AND I TALK TO TOMTREK ABOUT IT. AND SAY REALLY ANGRY THINGS ABOUT MENTY NEGLECTING US.

AND HE JUST WANTS TO TALK ABOUT MICHELLE TRACHTENBERG BUT WHAT CAN I SAY OTHER THAN "SHE'S NICE" ANYWAY?

SO I FUCKING KEEP GOING ON ABOUT MENTY TO HIM AND THE BITTERNESS OVERFLOWS AND I CAN CONVINCE MYSELF THAT MENTY HATES ME. AND I BEGIN TO HATE HIM TOO.

THEN I GO IN CHAT. AND EVERYONE ELSE GOES TO BED AND LOGICALLY I SHOULD TOO BUT I STAY THERE ALONE.

AND START SPEAKING TO SUSIE.

"SUSIE MENTY."
"SUSIE DOES MENTY HATE ME."
"SUSIE I HATE MENTY!"
"SUSIE HATE MENTY."
"SUSIE HATE MENTY."
"SUSIE FUCKING HATE MENTY KILL KILL DIE."
"SUSIE HATE MENTY."
"SUSIE HATTE MENTY"
"SUSIE KATE MENTY."
"SUSIE KATE BECKINSALE."
"SUSIE BILLY BOYD AHMENIA THE UNDERTAKER JESSICA FLETCHER SIO BIBBLE."
"SUSIE SO FUCKING LONELY."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SUSIE ISN'T EVEN IN CHAT?"
"IT'S MENTY'S FUCKING FAULT."

THEN I GO TO BED STILL ANGRY AT HIM.

BUT I REMEMBER HIDING FROM HIM.

I REMEMBER IT'S ALL MY FAULT.

AND IF I COULD JUST TALK LIKE A NORMAL PERSON AND STOP HAVING UNREASONABLY EXPECTATION WE COULD BE FRIENDS.

BUT I CAN NEVER DO THAT.

AND I THINK ABOUT ALL THE FRIENDS I'VE LOST IN REAL LIFE IN THE SAME WAY.

AND I CRY.

I DON'T SLEEP.

I JUST STAY UP ALL NIGHT CRYING.

REAL FUCKING TERAS.

THEN I TRY TO TURN IT INTO A JOKE IN THE MINE FIELD BUT NO ONE REPLIES ANYWAY.

AND I JUST SIT THERE STARING AT THE SCREEN WAITING TO DIE.


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THAT'S THE KIND OF MENTY RETURN I'M TALKING ABOUT! THAT'S THE KIND OF MENTY RETURN I NEED!!
 

CaptainWacky

I want to smell dark matter
BUMP.
 

Eggs Mayonnaise

All In With The Nuts
Menty should post here because there is always the possibility that we might secretly be discussing ARSENAL or sharing pictures of BOOBIES.
 

whisky

Boobie inspector
Perhaps if we had a picture of boobies in an arsenal shirt that would do the trick.
 

whisky

Boobie inspector
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CaptainWacky

I want to smell dark matter
Aragorn:
Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass
grows
The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it
goes.
'What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you
bring to me tonight?
Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight?'
'I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wide
and grey;
I saw him walk in empty lands, until he passed away
Into the shadows of the North. I saw him then no more.
The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son of
Denethor.'
'O Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked
afar,
But you came not from the empty lands where no men
are.'

Legolas:
From the mouths of the Sea the South Wind flies, from
the sandhills and the stones;
The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate it
moans.
'What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring
to me at eve?
Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve.'
'Ask not of me where he doth dwell -- so many bones
there lie
On the white shores and the dark shores under the
stormy sky;
So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing
Sea.
Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind
sends to me!'
'O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward road runs
south,
But you came not with the ailing gulls from the grey
sea's mouth.'

Aragorn:
From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and past
the roaring falls;
And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls.
'What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you
bring to me today?
What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long away.'
'Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he
fought.
His cloven shield, his broken sword, they do the water
brought.
His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid
to rest;
And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon its
breast.'
'O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward
gaze
To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days.'

[YOUTUBE]NT5-ZLJTi0I[/YOUTUBE]
 

CaptainWacky

I want to smell dark matter
I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-glowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.

For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will se a world
that I shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.

[YOUTUBE]fIykCSFnSFw[/YOUTUBE]
 

Eggs Mayonnaise

All In With The Nuts
So, the cleavage tells me that's a chick, but the eyebrows and hands tell me it's that guy from Extreme.
 

jack

The Legendary Troll Kingdom
dood, it's a FB thing dontcha know. Im in a crack game addiction cycle there, DW is doing the "TK thang" at fb . It's been GREAT to watch, he's very busy.

Cant be helped, imo
 

jack

The Legendary Troll Kingdom
someone is fucking with the site, I hate double posts
 

Fuddlemiff

Is this real life?
Yeah, someone should come along and fix that...
 

Eggs Mayonnaise

All In With The Nuts
Someone's new laptop should be arriving shortly, at which point someone should be visible more regularly.

Or so the rustling leaves tell me.
 

CaptainWacky

I want to smell dark matter
Upon the hearth the fire is red,
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet,
Still round the corner we may meet
A sudden tree or standing stone
That none have seen but we alone.
Tree and flower, leaf and grass,
Let them pass! Let them pass!
Hill and water under sky,
Pass them by! Pass them by!

Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate,
And though we pass them by today,
Tomorrow we may come this way
And take the hidden paths that run
Towards the Moon or to the Sun.
Apple, thorn, and nut and sloe,
Let them go! Let them go!
Sand and stone and pool and dell,
Fare you well! Fare you well!

Home is behind, the world ahead,
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadows to the edge of night,
Until the stars are all alight.
Then world behind and home ahead,
We'll wander back to home and bed.
Mist and twilight, cloud and shade,
Away shall fade! Away shall fade!
Fire and lamp and meat and bread,
And then to bed! And then to bed!

[YOUTUBE]CdeOCZ6MA9Q[/YOUTUBE]
 

CaptainWacky

I want to smell dark matter
Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo! Ring a dong! hop along! Fal lal the willow! Tom Bom, jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo! Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! My darling! Light goes the weather-wind and the feathered starling. Down along under Hill, shining in the sunlight, Waiting on the doorstep for the cold starlight, There my pretty lady is, River-woman's daughter, Slender as the willow-wand, clearer than the water. Old Tom Bombadil water-lilies bringing Comes hopping home again. Can you hear him singing? Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! and merry-o! Goldberry, Goldberry, merry yellow berry-o! Poor old Willow-man, you tuck your roots away! Tom's in a hurry now. Evening will follow day. Tom's going home again water-lilies bringing. Hey! Come derry dol! Can you hear me singing? Hop along, my little friends, up the Withywindle! Tom's going on ahead candles for to kindle. Down west sinks the Sun: soon you will be groping. When the night-shadows fall, then the door will open, Out of the window-panes light will twinkle yellow. Fear no alder black! Heed no hoary willow! Fear neighter root nor bough! Tom goes on before you. Hey now! merry dol! We'll be waiting for you! Hey! Come derry dol! Hop along, my hearties! Hobbits! Ponies all! We are fond of parties. Now let the fun begin! Let us sing together! Now let the song begin! Let us sing together! Of sun, stars, moon and mist, rain and cloudy weather, Light on the budding leaf, dew on the feather, Wind on the open hill, bells on the heather, Reeds by the shady pool, lilies on the water: Old Tom Bombadil and the River-daughter!

[YOUTUBE]Jo-0pTQs3YY[/YOUTUBE]
 

Eggs Mayonnaise

All In With The Nuts
When he finally comes back, he's gonna feel so bad he will KILL HIMSELF! DEAD!
 

Mirah

I love you
Dude I saw this guy today in the store with a really really long beard like that one. Skinny. I just thought that he must be really wise.
 

Seph

Retired Account
BURN THE PLACE TO THE FUCKING GROUND YOU FUCKING SCUZZERS.
 

CaptainWacky

I want to smell dark matter
We come, we come with roll of drum: ta-runda runda runda rom!
We come, we come with horn and drum: ta-rūna rūna rūna rom!

´Hoom, hom! Here we come with a boom, here we come at last!´
called Treebeard ehen he caught sight od Bregalad and the hobbits.
´Come, join the Moot! We are off. We are off to Isengard!´
´To Isengard!´
the Ents cried in many voices.
To Isengard!´

To Isengard! Though Isengard be ringed and barred with doors of stone;
Though Isengard be strong and hard, as cold as stone and bare as bone,
We go, we go, we go to war, to hew the stone and break the door;
For bole and bough are burning now, the furnace roars - we go to war!
To land of gloom with tramp of doom, with roll of drum, we come, we come;
To Isengard with doom we come!
With doom we come, with doom we come!

[YOUTUBE]KvH7tklaC6Q[/YOUTUBE]
 
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