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Sun 25 Nov, 2007 04:13 pm
A purgatory for the damned. When you are really angry you wish people here.
yeah, i've wished a few annoying co-workers to the cornfield -- to no avail...
where the hell is that friggin' anthony kid when you need him?
I wish to cast Calamity Jane into the depths of the Cornfield. I want to watch that woman suffer!
I want the crows to descend upon her with impunity!
Your suppossed to be damned here but nobody I damn here ever shows up. I damned Gus and Dag here. They made fun of my spelling.
Ahhhh the hell with it.
Game show host: Amigo, there are three letters left. What would you like to do?
Amigo: I would like to buy a clue please.
HEY!!! This is my Damn cornfield. Find your own purgatory to damn people to
I AM AGAIN VERY AGNGRY LIKE NIETZSCHE
Mescaline is wonderful, eh, amigo? We share a common bond, you and I.
gustavratzenhofer wrote:I wish to cast Calamity Jane into the depths of the Cornfield. I want to watch that woman suffer!
I want the crows to descend upon her with impunity!
I'll come back and curse you!
Amigo wrote:HEY!!! This is my Damn cornfield. Find your own purgatory to damn people to
I AM AGAIN VERY AGNGRY LIKE NIETZSCHE
Poor Amigo. He's getting slaughtered here. Quick, can anybody here tell him how to run spell-check? Better yet....here, Amigo. Install this.
(tosses software to Amigo)
This is not how I invisioned my own private purgatory of the damned.
For one I'm not even supposed to be here.
wait -- this thread is the cornfield?
i thought it was a thread about the cornfield...
Region Philbis wrote:wait -- this thread is the cornfield?
i thought it was a thread about the cornfield...
Yes. This is SUPPOSED to be the cornfields.
But then some a$shole cracked a joke and everybody in purgatory started laughing and then other people came to see what all the whoopla was and now theres a damn party in the cornfields.
Eva even told me to go get a dictionary.
Hey guys, it's getting a bit crowded in here
Amigo used to be one of my favorites, yet now he has reduced himself to a level of Calamity Jane with his nonsensical banter. I cast him aside. I cast him over the edge and watch him crash on the rocks below. I see his crushed body lie in a serpentine fashion, twisted, supple, and, shall I say...erotic... alongside the prone, lifeless body of Calamity Jane.
A smile crosses my lips and I turn toward the main board of A2K....towards the loving embrace of littlek.
this is the best cornfield ever!
I'm sorry, Jane... I... I... thought we could be one, we could be whole, but.... amigo and his treachery has driven a stake between us. I hold out my hand toward Calamity Jane and yet realize it is an effort in futility....amigo has driven a stake between us.
I weep.
<makes a note to thank Eva for these romance novels -- excellent stuff!>
I'm just got kicked out of my own purgatory by the people I damned to it???
Fine! I will go back to the Naked black wizard riding a unicorn and holding a bong.
Don't worry, gustav, I'll always cherish the initial misconception I've
had of you.
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