The Last Person To Post In This Thread Wins!

[Aidinthel]

That image is hilarious. I know I've been spending too much time on reddit lately because I want to upvote that post.

 

[Miles000]

Where do you think I got it =P

 

[JochemHippie]

*Has never been on reddit*
>.<

 

[Miles000]

Don't!

It will eat your soul, and you will be trapped for eternity!

 

[Aidinthel]

I only recently started visiting reddit myself, mostly out of curiosity. I don't think I quite have a handle on how it works yet.

 

[Miles000]

Once you get RES, there is no going back!

 

[JochemHippie]

On second thought it does sound like a bad idea. ;P

 

[Aidinthel]

I am also curious as to what RES means.

 

[Miles000]

Reddit Enhancement Suite...
It's a plugin that does as it says.

I don't have it on my laptop and it is really annoying XD

 

[JochemHippie]

Who should win?

 

[mParadox]

Anyone with the guts for victory! O.O

 

[mParadox]

But do you have the victory? O.O

 

[Shadowstar38]

Nope. I have it.

 

[Thundero13]

HOT CROSS BUNS!
HOT CROSS BUNS!
ONE-A-PENNY TWO-A-PENNY
HOT CROSS BUNS

 

[Shadowstar38]

What the fuck Thundero? Aw well. And it keeps going.

 

[kiwi_poo]

 

[Shadowstar38]

Words? Words?! WORDS?! I SHALL SHOW YOU WORDS!

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

 

[Miles000]

Birds.

 

[Shadowstar38]

Take off all the clothes!

 

[Thundero13]

Words? Words?! WORDS?! I SHALL SHOW YOU WORDS!

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Sowwy, also we studied that sonnet in English class, Sylvia Plath is still best poet