This proves how lame some people are...

You should come up with a pet Friggy website. Kinda like an online pet rock, except it's a Friggy. $20 to buy your own virtual Friggy buddy who can bring hours of joyous bliss.
 
Heheh... NO!

I do not want to be responsible for spreading Datasprites... if there even are any besides Friggy (I'd guess yes, because I've seen computers go down when I know Friggy's nowhere near, but I've never actually seen another one besides him).

Friggy as a pet. Wooo... there's a pet that'd need special materials for training. I should know, even pepper spray didn't work...
 
Gettin' Friggy with it. Na na na na na na na. Na na na na na na. Gettin' Friggy with it.
 
the number of threads that have become discussions about this "Friggy" man has become quiet large...the forum has Friggy fever! :O
 
I still say he's a frog ****er... I mean... that's where his name comes from... or... it's those... only mixed? :rolling:
 
Errr... "Friggy" is what he seems to call himself... plus, it allows me to say "Oh, no! What have you bloody well frigged up now?".
 
You know Brian, it would help us all if you explained the origin of Friggy :)
 
When I grow up I want to be the next Friggy.

I wanna be like Mik...er Friggy.
 
Origin of Friggy? Well, from memory, it was about a year and a half ago, and I was sitting at the computer, browsing the internet. It was the standard sort of Dark and Stormy Night. Odd things began happening... two (thankfully nonfatal) Blue Screens... a mass attack of popups... a couple of unrequested redirections to Russian warez sites... and a bunch of emails full of what seemed to be some kind of gibberish language...

Then my mouse cursor started moving of its own accord, with odd visual changes (Every time it hit something that should have changed it to the "Clicking Hand" cursor, the hand was flipping the bird instead).

All of a sudden this weird, high-pitched babbling sound started pouring out of the speakers... an odd, squeaky voice shouting something in a strange language.

Then there was a flash, a pop, a cloud of smoke, and this little robot-looking dude was peering out of a hole in my monitor screen.

So the first thing Friggy ever did at my place was ruin a good monitor.

And I thought that that was the worst that could happen...
 
back on topic, if u guys wanna pay me half of what those girls are charging, i'll leave phone messages for u, maybe some e-mails, and when u call it off, i'll send a final e-mail begging u not to break up cause i want the money. That right guys, pretending to be dating Jon is just around the corner! :naughty:
 
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