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Started by Brian, August 14, 2011, 02:59:23 PM

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Dracos

Never!

That horrible killer of 99 thieves!
Well, Goodbye.

Brian

 Ragnar`> "Death comes for everyone, it's just a matter of whether or not you want that particular line on the coroner's report to read
                 'cookies.'"
I handle other fanfic authors Nanoha-style.  Grit those teeth!  C&C incoming!
Prepare to be befriended!

~exploding tag~

Empyrean

<alethiophile> Also, Babelbot, talk like MyImmortal.
<Babelbot> "Im Ebony the new students.
<Pax_Empyrean> Don't make Babelbot do that.
<Babelbot> zing
* Pax_Empyrean high fives the bot.

Arakawa

Quote* Arakawa gmrgles, decides to install Slackware.
17:30 < Arakawa> Back to the olden days for me....
17:30 < Slacker> My first distro was Slack.
17:30 < Arakawa> A match made in heaven!
17:31 < eternaleye> Arakawa: No, lower.
17:31 < Slacker> No, you're both right.
17:31 < Arakawa> It's all a conspiracy anyways.
That the dead tree with its scattered fruit, a thousand times may live....

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Man was made for Joy & Woe / And when this we rightly know / Thro the World we safely go / Joy & Woe are woven fine / A Clothing for the soul divine / Under every grief & pine / Runs a joy with silken twine
(from Wm. Blake)

Arakawa

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19:12  * Arakawa wonders that the converse rule is numbered.
19:12 < Arakawa> "If it's on the internet, there's ponies of it."
19:12 < Pax_Empyrean> Ah.
19:12 < Arakawa> As we just saw with the MLP resume.
19:12 < Pax_Empyrean> I was terrified for a minute there.
19:12 < Pax_Empyrean> "If there is porn of it, it exists."
19:12 < alethiophile> That would be terrifying.
19:12 < Pax_Empyrean> Different sort of converse rule! Hooray!
That the dead tree with its scattered fruit, a thousand times may live....

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Man was made for Joy & Woe / And when this we rightly know / Thro the World we safely go / Joy & Woe are woven fine / A Clothing for the soul divine / Under every grief & pine / Runs a joy with silken twine
(from Wm. Blake)