Emergency maintenance - COMPLETE

no one for a hug? why? why damn you?!?!? WHY!?!?!?!? b:cryb:cry

I will take a hug!!!!!

Kaneravager - Sanctuary wrote: »

no one for a hug? why? why damn you?!?!? WHY!?!?!?!? b:cryb:cry

Ill hug ya dude!! - Manly like -- nothin fruity!!b:laugh

Well night all the lights are fading on me. See you all when this is over.b:sleep

Jack_**** - Sanctuary wrote: »

Sorry I dont take hugs from Werewolves that are most likely to bite my head off.. eat some apples

um im evil but not that evil hugs calm me down lmao

Sooooooooooo we need to start a countdown on here.

soo.. when are the servers gunna come up

Kaneravager - Sanctuary wrote: »

lmao of course manly like lmao

LOL - Man Hug goes out to ya Kaner!!!

Kaneravager - Sanctuary wrote: »

weird? im not weird just everyone else is

same goes for crazy im not crazy either just everyone else is :P

IM NOT WEIRD IM JUST DIFFERENT.. GARSH b:cry

Hazaar - Sanctuary wrote: »

Yah want weird???

Joe the lion
Went to the bar
A couple of drinks on the house an' he said
"Tell you who you are
if you nail me to my car"

Boy
Thanks for hesitating
This is the kiss off

Boy
Thanks for hesitating
You'll never know the real story
Just a couple of dreams
You get up and sleep

You can buy god it's Monday
Slither down the greasy pipe
So far so good no one saw you
Hobble over any freeway
You will be like your dreams tonight

You get up and sleep
You get up and sleep
Joe the lion
Made of iron
Bowie sums it all up here dont ya think?
b:chuckleb:chuckleb:chuckle

Yea that more or less just confused me

Jack_**** - Sanctuary wrote: »

Yea that more or less just confused me

b:laughb:laugh

David Bowie confused a LOT of people dude!!

b:laughb:laugh

OMG servers have been down all day
when will they be up WHATS HAPPENINGb:shocked

Here's a fun song that most of you probably don't recognize.

Love unrequited, robs me of me rest,
Love, hopeless love, my ardent soul encumbers,
Love, nightmare like, lies heavy of me chest,
And weaves itself into my midnight slumbers.

When you're lying awake with a dismal headache and
Repose is tabooed by anxiety,
I conceive you may use any language you choose to
Indulge in, without impropriety;
For your brain is on fire, the bed-clothes conspire of
Usual slumber to plunder you:
First your counter-pane goes, and uncovers your toes,
And your sheet slips demurely from under you;
Then the blanketing tickles, you feel like mixed
Pickles, so terribly sharp is the pricking,
And you're hot and you're cross, and you tumble and
Toss 'til there's nothing twixt you and the
Ticking.
Then the bed-clothes all creep to the ground in a heap
And you pick em all up in a tangle;
Next your pillow resigns and politely declines to
Remain at its usual angle!
Well, you get some repose in the form of a doze, with
Hot eyeballs and head ever-aching,
But your slumbering teems with such horrible dreams
That you'd very much better be waking;
For you dream you are crossing the channel, and
Tossing about in a steamer from Harwich,
Which is something between a large bathing machine and
A very small second-class carriage,
And you're giving a treat (penny ice and cold meat) to
A party of friends and relations,
They're a ravenous horde, and they all come on board
At Sloane Square and South Kensington stations.
And bound on that journey you find your attorney
(who started this morning from Devon);
Hes a bit undersized and you don't feel surprised
When he tells you he's only eleven.
Well you're driving like mad with this singular lad
(by the bye the ship's now a four-wheeler),
And you're playing round games, and he calls you bad
Names when you tell him that ties pay the dealer;
But this you cant stand so you throw up your hand,
And you find you're as cold as an icicle;
In your shirt and your socks (the black silk with gold
Clocks) crossing Salisbury Plain on a bicycle:
And he and the crew are on bicycles too, which they've
Somehow or other invested in,
And hes telling the tars all the particulars of a
Company he's interested in;
Its a scheme of devices, to get at low prices, all
Good from cough mixtures to cables
(which tickled the sailors), by treating retailers as
Though they were all vegetables;
You get a good spadesman to plant a small tradesman
(first take off his boots with a boot tree),
And his legs will take root, and his fingers will
Shoot, and they'll blossom and bud like a fruit
Tree;
From the green grocer tree you get grapes and green
Pea, cauliflower, pineapple and cranberries,
While the pastry cook plant cherry brandy will grant,
Apple puffs, and three corners, and banburys;
The shares are a penny and ever so many are taken by
Rothschild and Baring,
And just as a few are allotted to you, you awake
And with a shudder despairing
You're a regular wreck, with a crick in your neck, and
No wonder you snore, for your heads on the floor
And you've needles and pins from your soles to your
Shins, and your flesh is acreep, for your left legs
Asleep,
And you've cramp in your toes, and a fly on your nose,
And some fluff in your lung, and a feverish tongue,
And a thirst thats intense,
And a general sense that you haven't been sleeping in
Clover;
But the darkness has passed, and it's daylight at
Last, and the night has been long, ditto, ditto my
Song,
And thank goodness they're both of them over!

Jack_**** - Sanctuary wrote: »

Including me just now.. what a jerk!!! b:angryb:angry

Just giving you a comparison of weird my friendb:chuckle

no need to beb:angry

Divine_Demon - Heavens Tear wrote: »

hey wait its friday the 13th thats why this is happening bad luck ohh lol

Wow i cant believe i didnt think of that.. No wonder i have this terrible rash :P