Custom avvies!

Glad we agreed on that.

 

For Bunny


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Aww, isn't that sweet? Thanks a lot, Retard, now I know why your child is so cute :thumbup:

And yeah, I'm Fuzzball.

 

Wonderful ^^ I'm glad I came up with that title

 

BUNNY IS ALIVE!!!!

 

HALLELUJAH MOMENT! PRAISE THE LORD!


... Or something. Of course she's alive, you nimrod. She wouldn't be able to post otherwise, now would she?

 

Not her, the ASCII version.

 

Well, i havnt posted on this one i dont think.
And so, i will.
My song

I was alone my heart was cold it was a stone,
my soul was lonely like a stone - there was no moss.
And when I danced I danced alone but then I did not dance
because I *was* alone. So I did not dance.
I shuffled through life invisible to all the happy couples who would mock
me with their merry laughter – “ha-ha-haâ€￾.
The only sound I heard in my lonely silent world was the rusty hammer of my
heart nailing at the hatred in my soul.

But then you came,
and my life was turned upside down.
You showed me the beauty of the things that I had never seen.
Like a snowflake that melts on the eyelash of a startled deer.
Or the painting of a dog that wears a deerstalker and
smokes a pipe that made you laugh so heartily,
but I had previously thought was rubbish.
Or the duck that lands so clumsily on a frozen pond in winter
but the intoxicating power of our love transforms this simple act into an
anthropomorphic drama where Mr. Duck’s embarrassed and the other ducks are
laughing (quack quack quack quack quack).

AND THEN YOU LEFT!
And I have died a thousand deaths and I will die a thousand more!
I thought you were an angel - you turned out to be a whore!
And everything has turned to dust! Everything is infected with the plague!
When you had to sleep with Craig.
"Oh he's so sensitive, he's got a tattoo."
Yeah, carving your name with a compass in my forehead was not enough for you!

The snow flake on the eye of the deer has turned to
puss that oozes from an open wound.
The deer now blinded stumbles into a ravine.
The duck lies shredded in a pancake,
soaking in the hoisin of your lies.
The dog has moved from the pipe to 60 cigarettes a day,
and coughs away his life in the cold neon research lab of your betrayal.
Of your betrayal...

 

For whatever it's worth, Vorak, you have my vote for the avatars and titles.

When will they go into use?

 

My dear, you are a bard.

 

No, he's a 'tard. And a bad one, at that.

Maybe he's Hellbokos incarnate.

 

"Maybe", are you all really that slow?

 

A bad 'tard could be a bard, my child.

 

And now he's got a knife instead. And a bad sence of humor.

 

here's my "aye" vote


and yes, my avatar is special, and retard's memory does serve him aright.

 

DarkUnderlord, everything is forgiven!

(And the avatar recipients: congratulations all around.)