The image of me, at thirty, with some obscure name on my arm is enough to make me giggle.
Or laugh, since giggling may be weird.
Which is better, Halo 1 or Halo 2? Or maybe if you lost your first halo, you shouldn't be given another?
Also, I was thinking of a damascus steel dagger. Because in times of yore, swords were given as rites of passage, and symbolized going up a class.
Both Halos are decent... but Halo 2 tends to be gung-ho, and then have no climax. Which is a horrible, horrible thing. So Halo 1.
And... if she's into sticking fools, then sure.
Keero wrote:Why am I mostly under Chozon1 all the time...
FF4 DS, have you tried it yet? I've been having a lot of fun with it, almost up there with FF6 and CT fun, but funner than FF7, oddly enough.
I haven't played it yet... mostly because I don't have the means to (i.e., no DS, no money), but also because... well, I flat out don't want to. I mean... I understand that it's a great game, but... I'm just not a gamer anymore.
You were telling him about Buddha, you were telling him about Mohammed in the same breath. You never mentioned one time the Man who came and died a criminal’s death...
You were telling him about Buddha, you were telling him about Mohammed in the same breath. You never mentioned one time the Man who came and died a criminal’s death...
You were telling him about Buddha, you were telling him about Mohammed in the same breath. You never mentioned one time the Man who came and died a criminal’s death...
You were telling him about Buddha, you were telling him about Mohammed in the same breath. You never mentioned one time the Man who came and died a criminal’s death...
Oh, it's not hating. Just aggravation. I avoid things/places/people that aggravate me, simply because I find, you know, it much easier to be happy when not intensely annoyed.
You were telling him about Buddha, you were telling him about Mohammed in the same breath. You never mentioned one time the Man who came and died a criminal’s death...
Chozon1 wrote:Blah. I sense a deep nannie-hater attitude emanating from your subconscience.
Were you forced to eat Cod liver oil by a nannie as a child?
Obviously, you didn't get the fact that I wasn't referencing the nanny Mary Poppins, but rather the song that she sings about the bird lady. But no matter.
I have eaten cod liver oil. Out of my own volition.
You were telling him about Buddha, you were telling him about Mohammed in the same breath. You never mentioned one time the Man who came and died a criminal’s death...
Always the comedian.