Hey guys! It's time for -=Dark_Angel=- Midi Corner!!!!! http://pluh.com/members/prawne/poop.html

You know, I once met Fred Segel at a debutante's ball - I gave him my number, he gave me a call. He told me to meet him at the corner at eight - I got there at nine, too bad I was late. Stupid idiot, I don't know what I missed: Fred Segel's a star and it's he I dissed - his pimping ass mack ass whacked out building with the ivy on the wall but not around the lettering...etc.

Listen, bastards... quit fighting while we were bickering, they swiped our sprite for tab and a weekend pass to Gold's gym? now we're fucked regardless of our color. Uncola that.

Someone tried to sell me a Big Issue today. I did not purchase it.

Let me tell you a story, young man. Not long ago I went hunting for Truffles with Dr. Fortesque and Rutherford, my truffle hog. It was a fine day, and we behunted many a truffle. When it was time for Tea, Rutherford and I repaired to the Estate. I placed the truffles carefully next to the skirting-board, where Rutherford is not allowed to travel. Then, as is my custom, I took a short nap on the sofa-bed in the drawing room. I had a most pleasant dream about leaping down a flight of stairs and turning into a Tarquelian hawk in midair. But do you know what I found when I awoke? Rutherford had gorged himself on the plump, moist truffles. I immediately summoned Jives, my butler, who asked what the problem was. "Rutherford has eaten all the fucking truffles!" Jives had a terrified look in his eye. "Yes, Sir. Shall I remove my breeches?" "You shall," said I, withdrawing my sturdy birch switch from its sheath that I have had surgically implanted into my innter thigh. And without another word, I began to beat him about the rear, relentlessly lashing the firm buttocks until they were bleeding. But Jives did not cry out in pain. He merely wept a single tear and said, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." What good is saying sorry? thought I. The truffles are eaten. And this, my lad, is what I wish to impart to you. You may say sorry all you like; you may apologise with bleeding buttocks until your throat is raw, but you will not bring the truffles back. Do you understand? Good. Now put on your night-harness and off to bed with you. Nanny shall read you a story.

My full name is Tanya Handrinos of course.

you are in direct violation of chirpe factor orange. i suggest you clean up your spill, lest we release the crakon, thank thee supuriorationally. be blessed in the name of chirpe for evermore.

hhhmmm...I don't really know what to make of this one...it's interesting...

Hey guys I just thought of a great joke. Q: What do you get if you cross the works of Thomas Nagel with the startup DOS batch file? A: "What is it like to be autoexec.bat?"!!!!!!!11

The mentos line is good. The dope line's a bit tired.

Ok...this poem totally freaked me out. It gave me the chills.

Maybe if you were talented you wouldn't be riding the bus. Or are you a millionaire who likes to stay in touch with the people. Of Ontario.

Okay, listening to "Only Shallow" by My Bloody Valentine, basically rocking out.

Wow. I don't truly understand this poem, becuase it is talking about the past and history that I'm not to fimaliar with. I do however understand some of it and it sounds like an amazing tale.

By the way, did you know Dark Angel is Jewish??

you are special. I give you the highest compliment imaginable: you are a knockoff. "gasp! such high praise!"

I was talking about the last two lines.

Nice.

Golden Q tip. 10.

Original as always, falcongod.