Is that like putting off being a Procrastinator?

Like being so lazy that one can't be bothered to be lazy.

I love paradoxes.

Weiner dogs are so cute and you half two?

Is it insane to call oneself insane?
If one is capable of detecting one's own insanity, is it really insanity, or is it sanity?
Then again, one would have to be insane to believe that they are in any way sane.

In other words, the thought going through my mind?

I'm soaring over London in a huge 17th century battleship, wearing a dark green trenchcoat and a brown pork-pie hat, fingerless mittens and black trousers.
In my left hand, open-palm, a fireball. In my right, a freshly-mixed mojito.

Lightning strikes in the background, and I laugh a maniac laugh, as I sip my drink and launch the fireball toward the sky.

Lettuce fat is yumalicious, no?

I guess I've never tried. Do you fry it or roast it?

because i have and it was delicious

I have been non stop thinking about wedding stuff recently.

"to battle my friends"

swamp of kadesh,Audalis
Midnight

*a man in a trench coat and fedora is seen holding a vial of purple smoke*

"heheheh, with this vial I shall turn this tribe of slaa'kar into a slaughterhouse, getting me my character with a realistic story to boot and they'll blame it all on tyrannis!" *evil laughter*

*vwishirrh* *paff* *tinkling sound* "not today you're not, im not just going to let you destroy one of my favorite tribes mortal"

"ahh, vilathera, how nice to see you" *reaches into coat* "however im no meer mortal" *chuckles* "i may not have the power or the permission to get rid of you permanently"

"what do you speak of mor-"

*a glint of metal* *swish* *pak pak pak* *thud*

"but then whats the fun in that?"

"what sort of power is this! why cant i move!?"

*the man throws the vial into the tribe*

"NO!"

"Kyahahahahaha!"

*with a flash and a puff of smoke the man is gone*

(and to think, something like this happens to all of our PC's, just for our entertainment)

...a belt fed weapon and a boxcar full of ammo!

me wants fooood not just food

Regis and his friends sitting at a table in their schools lunchroom.
witch lady: HI!
*everyone flinches*
witch lady: Would You Like To Vote For The Homecoming King And Queen.
Dylian: not really........
*ignoring Dylian* witch lady: Ok Here Are Your Voting Papers. *passes out faintly glowing pieces of paper*
Regis(unimpressed): dont touch em' theyre bewitched.
witch lady glares at Regis and leaves
*everyone else picks them up ignoring Regis's warning*
Regis(thinking): darn, what a terrible day to sit at a different table than usual, Keigan magic barriers dont reach this table.
Dylian(in a trance): well, i guess we could vote *looks at paper* all of these people are jerks though.
Tamly(sounding sleepy): yeah, but who else gets picked besides the rich and beautiful.
Regis: if Kiegan were here he would have told her 'sorry, im a non conformist' or something like that.
Nathiel*shaking his head*: huh what did you say?
*Regis repeats himself*
Nathiel: oh, yeah he would. *laughs*
Tamly: whats so funny?
*Regis repeats himself again*
Tamly:*laughs* yeah, that sounds like something Keigan would say.
*everyone laughs*
Regis(thinking): woot, disaster averted.
silence while everyone starts eating
*Regis starts opening a ketchup packet*
zzzt
*ketchup packet explodes*
Regis(thinking): man, shes good.
Tamly: lawl, it looks like you got stabbed or something!
Regis: yeah i guess it does.
Regis: i hope Eclips comes back soon, i think im turning into the group's clown.
Dylian: isnt everyone at this table a bit of a clown.
Regis: no, everyone at this table has varying degrees of insanity.
*Regis points at Grunt who is chewing on a plastic tray*
Tamly: well he is in the 'special class'.
Regis: yes, but the only reason we're not in the loonybin is because we dont go around causing trouble.
Nathiel: oh and setting that one guys hair on fire yesterday wasnt causing touble.
Regis:i told you already that was an accident, i sneezed and then he was on fire.
Nathiel: as if thats a good excuse.
Dylian:c'mon guys give it a break.
all conversation ends and they eat their lunches
then lunch ends and they go back to class

THE END!
(this entire story is fiction. if you didnt know that already)

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...heheh Microcomputer Interfacing class....

...which has nothing to do with the meaning of life....

so the meaning of life = . . .