The Shoutbox
I'm seventeen, Knight. As for Spudly: twenty. It's in his profile.
Thirty-fu*kin'-Two-years-old, Man. Too old to still be dickin' around on the net, drunk or not.
hey ppl, i just had a thought and i was wondering not that it really matters but just how old are the people here? i know Bullet and i know mine but i dont know Chris or Spudly, im not sure if im a youngn or an old fart
And to think I missed all this literary brilliance while I was gone. D'oh!
"Die zombie Washington!
Die zombie Shakespeare!
Die zombie Flanders!"
"Dad, Flanders wasn't a zombie."
"There, there. If it makes you feel any better, his body was vaporized, so there's no chance of him coming back as a zombie."
Blue is like blowing a kiss.
It is the color of denim.
It is the color of the Emerald City.
It is the color of Reagan's night gown and bed sheet.
Hitler's eyes were Blue and
Nostradamus predicted that the anti-Christ would come wearing a Blue turban.

Blue is the color of the eyes of black cats.
Blue is the color of the buttons that Iranian women sew onto the shirts of their children to avoid ghosts and evil spirits.
Blue is the color of sadness and of fear.
The Egyptian women outlined the veins of their breasts in blue ink and
Rita Hayworth wore a lipstick called "Blue Red".

Blue is the color of snow.
Blue is the color of brimstone.
Blue is the only color that we feel.
"Hey, what smells like blue?"
No, I don't do that myself. I know someone who does [jump when the door of the fridge closes].

Meanwhile, I still hold my breath through tunnels. You have to, don't you know the outcomes of not doing it?!