... I have returned to the dirtiest rest-stop bathroom on the interwebs.
I'll try and stick around a bit longer this time,
That is, if you all will let me.
"Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery."
"Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery."
Sleazer wrote:You're not welcome here until you drop your cunty attitude about The Office 4...
I'm sorry man, I was just really disappointed is all. Its in the past. I'm just going to look forward to the hopefully bright future of the show.
Just kidding, get over here and gimme a hug you goofball !!!
*hugs*
"Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery."
GG- I was too lazy to create a new avatar so I decided to use my old Drexl av until I get around to making a new one. He is pretty fucking badass though, so I may keep it for a while.
Mabs- Yeah, this place seems like a lot more fun. We can curse, which is a plus, and share nudey pictures and videos. We can also learn a lot of interesting stuff about Deoxy.
Antropov- Thanks for the uncomfortable welcome.
Someone had to win that league, didn't seem like anyone else wanted to, so I took it.
BTW - what name do you, and everyone else (besides the obvious) go by at the other site? I am having some trouble figuring out who some of you are.
Its good to be back...
"Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery."
"Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery."