There, I fixed ir to what you MEANT to say XD

Yeah. We're just pulling your strings


Though I would advise choosing a different pic of her, lol

So, if the topic of the day is to trash my siggys, why don´t you complain about my Top Ten list as well?

Scew you guys, I´m going home

Oh, good. Autocorrect didn't help this time

ROFL !!!


*mALX dials phone quickly*

"Hello, Bookie? I'd like to bet on that baseball game being played on Jupiter please..."

Oh, Liz! You see right through us!

Of course she does. She's the almighty Liz!

No, don't leave! We'll quit teasing, we promise!

Yeah! Kobby will stop. I promise



Come back birdie

Hmpf. I´ll let Arnold speak for me here.

Come oooon!


I'll pay you

I sorry

In sorry too

I won't stop teasing XD

Here is a poem just for you to tell you how sorry I am:


The Raven, by Edgar Allen Poe


Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door—
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"—here I opened wide the door;—
Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"—
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
'Tis the wind and nothing more!"

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never—nevermore.'"

But the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting—
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!

BWAHAHAHAHAAAA!! I made you apologize to me!!

Teasing what? You thought plastic woman was pretty!






Sorry mirocu. That's the last time





Ooh, the raven! I know half of it by heart, lol

We had to memorize it for school and I made up new words for it all about the place I worked. So then when we had to recite it in school, all I could remember was the one I'd made up for work. I can still remember that one! Lol.


The Customer, by mALX

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious customer;
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
A tapping on my unit door
"'Tis just a customer, nothing more."

I can clearly remember some of the raven. I memorized half of it, but that's hard to keep locked in your memory, lol

If you remember yesterday, I do have a comeback if necessary

Meh. I don´t care what you think of her or that pic in particular. Just a final thought. If you think she looks bad, you should see me!

Thanks for the poem, mALX!

Show us you then


If I've posted pics of me, you can post a pic of you

Anytime on the poem. On you - I'd stake my next weeks wages you look better than Whitney, lol.

Not a chance in heaven or hell


What? You´re saying that werewolf really is you!??

Well, he can't be pretty, so....



He can be handsome though

No, I've posted an actual pic of myself, lol

Neither is she. I said he'd look better, not prettier. I have seen guys that were pretty though.

Yes, he has - and Kobby is adorable!

How can a guy be pretty?




If you bring up Robert Patterson...-__-

Androgyny.

I just realized what powers I wield! I just made everyone talk about Whitney for several pages! Nothing nice, but still!

It´s like the old saying; With great powers come great amusement

Jude Law.

Rob is not pretty.

Agreed, lol



Dude, he looks worse than Whitney!!!





@mirocu


You have special powers

There. Fixed it for you

People keep correcting me

*Points*

CORRECTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!

No

I'm not sure if I can show the best example, as there is 1/4 inch of the top of his butt cheek showing, but here are three very pretty men:


http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xt2zx54laSA/S69Z...595856_f260.jpg


http://www.ambuji.com/wp-content/uploads/2...drogony-005.jpg


http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_maz53ggd...eu8eco1_500.jpg

So that's what a pretty man looks like?

I don´t wanna watch men

I´ll just go back to my lets play of the alpha game Sleep

SPEW !!!! ROFL !!!

I don't wanna watch men either, but it's the current activity going on, so suck it up

I shall do no such thing!


(Thanks for the line there, Stewie )

They are not handsome, they are pretty.

I don't see the difference...




And can we watch women instead?

Yessssssssss

KOB likes my taste in women, lol

Here is who should be in your link, Mirocu:

What!? No!!

Yes I do





Kobby likes what he's seeing

Oh, that you like!?

Show them Marianne, Belwen, Aelena, Amarie and Pelana, lol.