bash you rhead on the keyboard a couple of times

[gh0st]

bash your head on the keyboard a couple of times

bn bhnghn bjhn bjyuhn jb

 

[fizzlephox]

....locked.

That's really what my head spelt!

 

[blahblahblah]

*locked*

:naughty:

 

[gh0st]

im noticing a trend here

h bgnyhyhny bg

 

[fizzlephox]

omg that's amazing. If we can spell out words by mere chance perhaps we can write a masterpiece by constantly banging our head on our keyboards!

 

[Letters]

The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see
The wantonest singing birds,
Are lips- and all thy melody
Of lip-begotten words-

Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrined,
Then desolately fall,
O God! on my funereal mind
Like starlight on a pall-

Thy heart- thy heart!- I wake and sigh,
And sleep to dream till day
Of the truth that gold can never buy-
Of the baubles that it may.

 

[fizzlephox]

The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see
The wantonest singing birds,
Are lips- and all thy melody
Of lip-begotten words-

Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrined,
Then desolately fall,
O God! on my funereal mind
Like starlight on a pall-

Thy heart- thy heart!- I wake and sigh,
And sleep to dream till day
Of the truth that gold can never buy-
Of the baubles that it may.

omg omg omg omg! It's working!

 

[gh0st]

i like john kerry

its working!

 

[fizzlephox]

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.


"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.


`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

 

[Moto]

ftrhyjukim nm0-987976yj8 nm 1337!!!!!!!!11oneeleven5nine

wow. :O

 

[fizzlephox]

When will this be closed....

 

[AudioRage]

Stupidest.
Thread.
Ever.

 

[gh0st]

using your logic i think its the smarterist thread ever.

so there!

 

[synth]

Vote Kerry in 2004!

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