Discussion in 'Site Feedback' started by Spuddy, Dec 12, 2006.
Man, I want to go to your massage parlour DE.
You should see a certain spam thread at a certain place where we had a war over potatoes; after a little while even the boss got into it and started posting horribly pictures of potatoes being tortured. Thank Jebus I had a bunch of people fighting on my side.
This somewhere wouldn't be the forum I have to go to to PM you would it?
I rather fear 'twould, old bean.
I found that thread a few days ago and saw that I had promised medals to those defending me, but I forgot to give them any. That was the main reason one of the would-be recipients quit a few days later, or so I'm told by disreputable sources.
Spuddy.....do you have a mirror handy? Ok now look in it......YOU ARE NOT A POTATO!
Well Spuddy, I may have to go there a little more often.
I defy you to disprove that I'm not a potato!
Wait... how many negatives does that make?
That's a double negative...
So you're asking him to find proof that you're a potato.
The fact that think you are a potato is bad Spuddy, but the fact you want me to prove you ARE, I am a little confused. What is so good about being a potato anyway? Full of black craters and bugs eating your insides.
Well theres the starch for one thing, he could power his own alarm clock.
I can drive a battery.
He's also able to bring an entire country to its knees if he ever gets sick...remember the Great Potato Famine?
When did he evolve from being a potato to being all the potatoes in the world?
About 24 minutes before you posted, Vyenna.
I'm afraid of the Irish, that's why I tend to stay away from the Emerald Isle whenever the 1840s come around.
Hey, they still do justice to your kind in a good ol' fashioned Irish Stew!
Don't mention the fallen, Spuddy has lost far to many bretheren.
Yes but more and more grow every day....one day we shall all feel the wrath of.......THE POTATO!
Alright, time for me to go eat some potatoes.
I once read some Irish proverb about there being nothing that whiskey and potatoes couldn't cure. So I guess I'm sort of a panacea, then. *beams proudly*
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