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HERE I AM AGAIN THE ONLY ONE IN THE FORUM AND IT IS MIDNIGHT!! OF COURSE I CAN DANCE AROUND AND WAVE MY HANDS IN THE AIR LIKE A GOOSE BECAUSE NO ONE CAN SEE ME NYANYANYANYANYA, WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF THIS THRAED.......ABSOLUTLY NON AT ALL EXCEPT.. HOW MANY OF YOU OCCASIONALLY SIT IN FRONT OF YOUR COMPUTER WANDERING AIMLESSLY OVER THE INTERNET LATE AT NIGHT AND THINK "BLOODY HELL WHAT AM I DOING AT THIS UNGODLY HOUR" IF SO DROP  AN ENTRY HERE AND TELL US WHAT TIME IT IS WHERE YOU ARE(PREFERABLY AFTER MIDNIGHT)

NO, I AM NOT DRUNK AND YES I KNOW THE REST OF YOU HAVE LIVES AND YES I KNOW THAT JUST BECAUSE IT IS NIGHT HERE ETC...BUT EVERY NOW AND THEN...........

THIS IS A THRAED FOR THE LATE NIGHTERS

HERE, IT IS 12:12 AM APRIL 30 2004

IT IS NOW 12:45 am 30 april 2004

DANBO YOUR ANIMATION SUMS IT UP BEUTIFULLY!!! (PERHAPS I NEED TO GET A GIRLFREIND!! BUT WHO WANTS TO GO OUT WITH SOMEONE WHO TAKES THREE TIMES LONGER TO RAED THE MENU THAN THEY DO)

HERE YA GO!

I haven't seen any empirical evidence that Aguilera can read at all.

dude wrote: GOOD BYE EVERYONE

Awww don't leave dude!

I'm sure you could find "some" good quality in those girls.

IT IS 1:16 AM MAY 2 2004 ITS SATURDAY NIGHT(OR SUNDAY MORNING!!) THE NEXT DOOR NIEGHBOURS ARE PLAYING A TRACK BY OFFSPRING, I KNOW THE TRACK BUT CANT REMEMBER ITS NAME .IT IS COLD AND THE ANTARCTIC BLASTS OF WINTER THREATEN SNOW WHICH IS RARE IN THIS PART OF MY COUNTRY. I AM RUNNING OUT OF NET HOURS AGAIN SO I WILL HAVE TO TOP UP(OR CHANGE MY PLAN!!)

I HAVE TO MUCH TIME ON MY HANDS

With no one to talk to on-line, Dude settles in with a bottle of lotion, an old sweat sock and a photo or Mother Teresa. "Damn these calluses" Dude mutters, while working the lotion into the calluses formed on his arid vegamite stained    fingertips, the jaded Aussie contemplates the photo and possiblities of a life of servitude..... "Nah!!!" he says aloud to the hail stones pinging off the metallic roofing of his supersecret Dudezan Mobile Fortress.

Getting up from the battered davenport, Dude stares out at the dark sullen sky and rubs the lotion deeper into the flakey flesh. "Hmm" Dude has a thought, "liver, fava beans and a nice chiante, maybe an eggroll, too. Ah crikey, it's only 2004, no census takers out for six more years."

1:35am May 2, 2004.... "Still no one on-line, !!!"

danbo wrote: With no one to talk to on-line, Dude settles in with a bottle of lotion, an old sweat sock and a photo or Mother Teresa. "Damn these calluses" Dude mutters, while working the lotion into the calluses formed on his arid vegamite stained    fingertips, the jaded Aussie contemplates the photo and possiblities of a life of servitude..... "Nah!!!" he says aloud to the hail stones pinging off the metallic roofing of his supersecret Dudezan Mobile Fortress. Getting up from the battered davenport, Dude stares out at the dark sullen sky and rubs the lotion deeper into the flakey flesh. "Hmm" Dude has a thought, "liver, fava beans and a nice chiante, maybe an eggroll, too. Ah crikey, it's only 2004, no census takers out for six more years." 1:35am May 2, 2004.... "Still no one on-line, !!!"

Ha!

Very witty Wilde! I wish I had said that.....

ITS IS NOW 1:21 am MAY 5 2004  I AM EATING A PIE(COURTASY OF THE ELDER GODS WHOM I HAVE SERVED)..UNFORTUNATELY THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH SEVERED HEADS IN IT!.

I DARE NOT COMPLAIN!!!!!