Try to imagine the the thread that you are replying to does not exist. Try to believe that you are reading something that was actually never written.

Try to send yourself to a place far from here where the main worry is that they might never run out of Giant Rizlas.

Try not to imagine.

Right :loopy: :loopy: :loopy: :loopy:

Left...

Ermm...

:P

k umm....
ok .... DER I tHINK

Originally posted by Sam Miguel
Try to imagine the the thread that you are replying to does not exist. Try to believe that you are reading something that was actually never written.

Try to send yourself to a place far from here where the main worry is that they might never run out of Giant Rizlas.

Try not to imagine.

Post whoring at its finest. :P

Thank you. I feel there nay be a life for this thread after all.

oooooo..... finally a thread that makes sense!!

:D:D:loopy::D:D

Originally posted by Sam Miguel
Try to imagine the the thread that you are replying to does not exist. Try to believe that you are reading something that was actually never written.

Try to send yourself to a place far from here where the main worry is that they might never run out of Giant Rizlas.

Try not to imagine.

This sounds like a case of advanced crackersness to me.

the painted cow

Music dust sprinkled with a squeak from a mouse.

Oh, yes.

laughing so hard you blow bubbles with your own vomit

mutilated tortoises dancing in a mashed banana sky

Stood on a beach with the warm Irish sun on my back and the Atlantic running over my toes ;)

Guilty weasels, backs bent over with the weight of their guilt

(i know some of you fans of the medieval roadie will get it)

Wilf

Originally posted by BrainThrust
(i know some of you fans of the medieval roadie will get it)


Scuba washing up.

Nomme

Originally posted by nomme
Scuba washing up.

Nomme

that was top! Let's not forget the sheer poetic beauty of the Axis of Evil receptionist.

Wilf

Originally posted by Sam Miguel
Try to imagine the the thread that you are replying to does not exist. Try to believe that you are reading something that was actually never written.

Try to send yourself to a place far from here where the main worry is that they might never run out of Giant Rizlas.

Try not to imagine.

Feeling alright Sam?:banana: :banana: :banana:

Originally posted by elf
mutilated tortoises dancing in a mashed banana sky

Yes, I saw them once on the spare ground after lunch.

purple clouds skipping lazily over a grassy sea and the fish remember...