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August 31, 2006, 02:07
Oyster
Creative Incontinence
129 posts

1. Have we kissed?:
2. Do you want to?:
3. What would you like our relationship to be?:
4. Have we dated?:
5. Did you like it?:
6. Do you want to date?:
7. Are we close friends?:
8. Would you be here if I needed you?:
9. Are you attracted to me?
10. Mentally, sexually, or both?:
11. Do you love me?:

Appearance
Do you like my- score 1-10

12. Face?:
13. Eyes?:
14. Lips?:
15. Body?:
16. Arms?:
17. Legs?:
18. Clothes?:
19. ass?:
20. Hands?:

Do think I'm- score 1-10

22. sexy?:
23. pretty?
24. Hot?:
25. Cute?:

Personality 10

Do you think I'm- score 1-10
26. Crazy?:
27. Nice?:
28. Fun to be around?:
29. Funny?:
30. Annoying?:
Would you..

31. Share chocolate with me?:
32. Spend a weekend with me?:
33. Alone?:
34. Hook up with me?:
35. Kiss me?:
36. Care if I ran away?:
37. Care if I died?:
38. Miss me if I left?:
39. Hang out with me?:

What would you do if..

40. I kissed you?:
41. You found out I was missing?:
42. You found out I was in the hospital?:
43. You found out I was dead?:
44. I cried?:
45. I asked you for help?:
46. I told you I loved you?:
47. I told you I hated you?:
48. Someone told you I wanted you to kiss me?:
49. Someone told you I had a crush on you?:

In the last week have you..

50. Wanted to kiss me?:
51. Wanted to see me?:
52. Talked to me?:
53. Wanted to tell me you loved me?:
54. Wanted to spend alone time with me?
55. Wanted to get to know me better?:
56. Thought about me?:
57. Missed me?:
58. Wanted me?:
59. Seen me?:
60. Kissed me?

Have I..

61. Kissed you?
62. Hugged you?
63. Told you I loved you?:
64. Made you happy?:
65. Made you sad?:
66. Made you angry?:
67. Made you feel better if you were upset?:

Are you..

68. Happy you know me?:
69. Going to post this is so I can answer it and reply to you 69 questions?
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August 31, 2006, 21:56
Rhovanion
Exterminated
666 posts
DIV GAMES STUDIO
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August 31, 2006, 23:14
DTM
Earthling!
821 posts

84.69.91.91
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September 1, 2006, 00:58
Woody
HEAD BLACK MAN
722 posts

pulchritudinous
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September 1, 2006, 16:46
PEader
お前はもう死んでいる
1486 posts

pulchritudinous
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September 2, 2006, 02:13
Sandman
F3n!x0r
1194 posts

www.boobleansoup.com
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September 2, 2006, 16:40
DTM
Earthling!
821 posts

http://www.ice.gov/pi/news/new … 0829roswell.htm
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September 2, 2006, 19:03
PEader
お前はもう死んでいる
1486 posts

Wheels On Meals
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September 4, 2006, 22:52
Rhovanion
Exterminated
666 posts
nothing
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September 4, 2006, 23:42
DTM
Earthling!
821 posts

exhaustLeft->updateAbsolutePosition();
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September 6, 2006, 17:44
Rhovanion
Exterminated
666 posts
nothing
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September 6, 2006, 20:28
DTM
Earthling!
821 posts

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September 7, 2006, 07:02
Woody
HEAD BLACK MAN
722 posts

I hope you leave enough room for my fist, because I'm going to ram it into your stomach!
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September 7, 2006, 14:18
PEader
お前はもう死んでいる
1486 posts

> Tech support: "Okay Bob, let's press the control and escape keys
>at the same time. That brings up a task list in the middle of the
>screen. Now type the letter "P" to bring up the Program Manager."
> Customer: I don't have a P.
> Tech support: On your keyboard, Bob.
> Customer: What do you mean?
> Tech support: "P".....on your keyboard, Bob.
> Customer: I'M NOT GOING TO DO THAT!
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September 9, 2006, 17:04
Oyster
Creative Incontinence
129 posts

a 1 day course with them with a
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September 9, 2006, 20:30
Moogle
Enterprise Edition
239 posts

Jorrit>    But you can come over her now.
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I am Moogle and I approve this message.

Quoting (. )( .) in the Bugs topic:
Everytime I login the threads with new posts are by Dennis.
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September 9, 2006, 22:10
PEader
お前はもう死んでいる
1486 posts

http://hardware.slashdot.org/h … 9/1249209.shtml
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September 10, 2006, 13:35
Sandman
F3n!x0r
1194 posts

[12:55] <Jorrit> Well wtf.
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September 10, 2006, 16:14
PEader
お前はもう死んでいる
1486 posts

lastfm://group/Hip-Hop...d%20anything%20Crazy
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September 18, 2006, 22:46
Rhovanion
Exterminated
666 posts
then you should check if your cooling system is ok.
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September 19, 2006, 20:58
PEader
お前はもう死んでいる
1486 posts

REVOLVER
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September 19, 2006, 22:18
Sandman
F3n!x0r
1194 posts

coordinates
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September 20, 2006, 20:49
Gobliz
一年
75 posts

A customer, especially a regular customer.
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September 21, 2006, 14:54
Dennis
どこかにいる
2092 posts

totalLength = txtArray[i].Length;
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September 21, 2006, 19:49
Woody
HEAD BLACK MAN
722 posts

“A penny for your thoughts,” I said, as she sat, staring at the drink in front of her. Dark hair obscured her face. She turned and looked into me with wide, hazel eyes. Desperate eyes.

"I think... I think I might need help. I'm in a bit of a bad place right now, and... well..."

"Come on. What's the matter?"

Her mouth worked and she seemed to try to find somewhere to begin. Finally, she asked, "Have you ever fallen in love?"

After a moment's thought, I played the pity card and shook my head.

"Huh," she said, and traced a finger around the rim of her glass. "Good for you."

Shit, a sob story, I thought. But I played along. Like an innocent, I said, "Good for me?"

"Yeah. When you're in love, you... you get attached to people. I mean, of course you do -- that's what love is... but it's scary how deep it gets sometimes.

"I ran into this guy outside my English class one day. Richard. We get talking, and then eventually we exchanged phone numbers and then we found ourselves dating. It was one of those things you just fall into, you know?"

I nodded, putting on my sad, knowing eyes. She barely noticed, only kept talking.

"We'd been dating for three years when I realized I loved him. Just like that. We were at a restaurant... no, you couldn't even call it that. It was this tiny, cramped place with two tables jammed along the sides, and we were sitting there elbow to elbow. He was looking up at the menu on the wall, and I looked at him, at the way his hair curled around that little cowlick on his forehead, and I suddenly realized that he was everything to me. That I couldn't live without him.

"He was a skydiving instructor, did I tell you that? Yeah. Tandem. Some budget company. He strapped himself to someone new every day and jumped out of airplanes. One d-day...."

She stopped, dabbed at her eyes with a napkin. I thought about taking her hand, and decided against it. Not in public.

"One day the phone rang while I was studying for some test. It was Richard's brother. He said... he said there'd b-been an accident and that... that Richard was d-d-d-...dead."

She really lost it there, big sobs that shook her body. I patted her on the back and waited. Even after she brought herself under control, though, she didn't continue. My curiosity trumped my better judgment.

"How... how did it happen?"

"Not in the way you'd think. The parachute opened and everything. Th-they were floating down... and the plane they jumped out of... it was coming around to land, heading for the runway... and it hit them..." She broke down into fresh sobs.

"Jesus Christ."

"What kind of shitty pilot does that?" she wailed into her beer.

"Jesus... fuck."

"You... you have no idea how terrible it was. How empty it left me. There was nothing left for me."

"I'm sorry. Christ."

"At the... at the funeral, I couldn't cry. I couldn't even do that. When they lowered him into the ground it was like watching my life getting buried. He was everything to me. Can you understand that?"

I nodded and called for another beer.

"No, you can't. I couldn't go on without him. Could. Not. I was going crazy. I had to get him back."

I nodded.

"So the night after the funeral I dug him up."

Beer went down the wrong pipe and I choked, turning aside and spluttering. A burly man passing by slapped me hard on the back and laughed to his friends.

I coughed and said, "You...."

"I dug him up," she said, leaning forward conspiratorially.

I smiled halfheartedly. She didn't.

"I'm not joking." She looked down at her beer, and when she looked back up her eyes were wet again. "I couldn't stand the thought of leaving him down there. It was either that or suicide, and I wasn't going to send myself to Hell. No way."

"Right. So you..."

"I dug him up. Late at night. It took hours and I thought I was going to pass out by the time I reached the coffin, but I got there. I don't want to know how hard it would have been if the ground hadn't just been filled in.

"He was... he wasn't in good shape. I guess the plane... p-pretty much cut him in half... at the waist. Him and the other guy. The morgue... what do you call him? Undertaker? He just sort of... threw Richard in there. Both halves. They probably don't care much when it's a closed-coffin funeral.

"Anyway, I dragged him out with some ropes and wrapped him up tight in a tarp I brought. It was hard to get him in the back seat of my car... God, was that hard. But I did it. I had him in there, and I drove him home to our house."

She smiled wistfully. I downed the rest of my beer and called hoarsely for another.

"The next day, after I'd gotten some rest, I put Richard in his recliner. I brought out my mom's old sewing kit and sewed him back together the way he used to be. I did it wrong at first, though, and he was twisted around to the side, so I had to pull the stitches out a few times until I got it right. Even then it wasn't really right, since the plane... rearranged some stuff when it hit him, but it looked OK.

"I tried to preserve him, too. I wasn't stupid. I didn't know how professionals did it, but I was sure it wasn't too complicated. I bought a whole bunch of clear lacquer from an art supply store and put it on him, all over. I put on a ton of layers until it was like he was encased in glass. He even had his eyes open. Then after it dried I dressed him in his favorite clothes.

"If I looked at him... well, he was too shiny and he was sitting all awkward, but if I ignored that and looked at him, like from across the room..."--her eyes grew big and misty--"...it was like he was back. He hadn't really died. He was back and he still loved me. Oh, God, he looked so good like that. He was there..."

She trailed off, looking into space over my shoulder. Conversations around the bar filled in the silence. Normal talk. I envied them.

"So..." I began.

"I did a bad job," she said abruptly, tears returning to her eyes. "I fucked it up. The taxidermy. He wasn't preserved right or something, because soon there was a bad smell coming from him. I could see the lacquer was cracking all over, and his clothes around the middle were all dark and wet, like he was leaking where he was split. The house started filling up with flies. The last time I was in the there, I could almost... see the air. It had a color. Not a pretty one."

"The... last time?"

"I haven't been there in a week and a half. I've been living in my car."

"Oh."

She leaned forward suddenly, and her eyes were suddenly sharp and desperate. "I need help. I can't... someone's going to find it. Find him. Someone will notice the smell and go in our house and bury him again. I can't let that happen."

I stared.

"You've got to help me. I tried moving him the last time I was in there, but he's stuck to the chair and I can't cut him away. It's too heavy for me. You have to help me move him. Please."

"Um."

"I can do it right this time. I can preserve him so he can be with me forever. I just need to move him somewhere safe first."

"Jeez, uh..."

"I'll make it worth your while," she whispered, her eyes dark.

Oh, hell. You've done worse for pussy.

"Well," I began.
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