Solitary Confinement and Little birds...

Originally posted by Ou Be Low hoo
I acquiesce...although it probably has something to do with me being incredibly intelligent and charming.

Do you know what we did to the last guy who was intelligently charming? *points at corpse*

Originally posted by Raz
You are right. We can't stand intelligent and charming people.

Do you know what we did to the last guy who was intelligently charming? *points at corpse*

You made him point at a corpse!?!?! For how long?

Not long enough it looks like.

Originally posted by Lazerus
Not long enough it looks like.

How do you know? Are you watching the charming and intelligent guy point at a corpse?

Originally posted by Ou Be Low hoo
You made him point at a corpse!?!?! For how long?

He doesn't look very charming nor very intelligent now pimp

Phew...It can't be me tjhen...Right now, I'm still charming and intelligent

Originally posted by Ou Be Low hoo
Phew...It can't be me tjhen...Right now, I'm still charming and intelligent

Originally posted by Ou Be Low hoo
How do you know? Are you watching the charming and intelligent guy point at a corpse?

No. the corpse didnt speak up so he probably did'nt know he was pointed at.

I think i'm charming not very intelligent though. Just philosophical.
But that's for a different forum.

Originally posted by Raz
I'm lining up a corpse as we speak.

Why?!? So that charming and intelligent guy can point at 2 corpses instead of 1? Double the suffering, or something? So weird...

Ou Be, my advice for you would be to stop for the moment.

Originally posted by dark1365
Ou Be, my advice for you would be to stop for the moment.

Thanks for the advice, dark1365...I'll surely heed it as you've always struck me as an incredibly wise and thoughtful person.

Notes from a dark, dark hole: Part 7 - The Bacchanalian Frenzy

Twisted tops and twinned towns of tomorrow didn't head the horn of hope calling through the blustery winds of the valley's vibrating rhythm. It was with Dionysian delight I delected to divulge my duty to those despotic dullards who confirmed their cruelty by the contradiction of the claims! Oh and how! Such drivel delighted the drones who drove on and downwards to their deity's dungeon. "Follow the filth!" thought one and all with the mighty conviction of corruption and the ceasing of civility...The tide ebbed and flowed in the cauldron of their vacuous minds as I, your heretic hero, hobbled half-harmed and hopeless. The barrage of their brainless brutality bruised and bludgeoned the believers whilst demonstrating even more distaste for the deserters...Amid the atrocities of the doomed, I, alone stood...The summoning of their tumultuous torment neither blackened my beauty nor dissolved my desire. Who am I to question the moronic nature of 'man', when all I hold in my possession is the perception of their ridicule? Oh well, I'll take a melon and proscuitto salad, thanks.

Forth-hear, my fiends...More in the 'morrow of my memory...

Originally posted by Ou Be Low hoo
Thanks for the advice, dark1365...I'll surely heed it as you've always struck me as an incredibly wise and thoughtful person.

What are you implying, my dear SlipknoT?

PS. Yo' skillZ on da mic are wax'd and smooth, yo.

Why thank you my good sir, I do take great pride in my microphone skills.

Ou Be Low hoo deserves a nickle and a sandwhich. He is pretty cool. He makes the penguins put their flippers in the air

Thanks, ROB...If that is your real name...Hmmm...curious-and-curiouser...Hmmmm...

Slip, let it rip, in da battle rhymes sip-a-dip-jip...

Once again, for the ebonically hearing only:

Notes from uh dark, dark hole: Part 7 - The Bacchanalian Frenzy

Twisted tops an' twinned towns o' tomorrow didn't head da horn o' hope calling through da blustery winds o' da valley's vibrating rhythm. It wuz wiff Dionysian delight I delected ta divulge muh ma ****in duty ta those despotic dullards who confirmed they cruelty by da contradiction o' da claims! Oh an' how! Such drivel delighted da drones who drove on an' downwards ta they deity's dungeon. "Follow da filth!" thought one an' all wiff da mighty conviction o' corruption an' da ceasing o' civility...The tide ebbed an' flowed in da cauldron o' they vacuous minds as I, yo' heretic hero, hobbled half-harmed an' hopeless. The barrage o' they brainless brutality bruised an' bludgeoned da believers whilst demonstrating even mo' distaste fo' da deserters...Amid da atrocities o' da doomed, I, alone stood...The summoning o' they tumultuous torment neither blackened muh ma ****in beauty nor dissolved muh ma ****in desire. Who be I ta queshun da moronic nature o' 'man', when all I hold in muh ma ****in possession iz da perception o' they ridicule? Oh well, I'll take uh melon an' proscuitto salad, thanks.

Forth-hear, muh ma ****in fiends...More in da 'morrow o' muh ma ****in memory... Ya' dig?

One time a moose came to my house and tryed to steal my sandwhich so I took a sligshot and shot him with a box of lucky charms

I agree. March to the beat and the truth will carry you out on the wind.