Acceptance For All!
Refused Party Program
10-11-2004, 20:12
Get it while it's hot!
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Orbiting Satellites
10-11-2004, 20:27
ok, you've obviously got acceptance problems, and i feel it is my duty to inform you of this
Refused Party Program
10-11-2004, 20:28
ok, you've obviously got acceptance problems, and i feel it is my duty to inform you of this
Lemon meringue will solve everything.
Eutrusca
10-11-2004, 20:30
Get it while it's hot!
Well, I'm not really sure what your point is with all this, but I do like the "come together" part! :)
Refused Party Program
10-11-2004, 20:32
Well, I'm not really sure what your point is with all this, but I do like the "come together" part! :)
"Tolerance" is not enough.
The Tribes Of Longton
10-11-2004, 20:36
"Tolerance" is not enough.
No, we must be forced to like each other and be forced to remove all class boundaries etc. Of course, I jest, but I think education is the way
Refused Party Program
10-11-2004, 20:39
No, we must be forced to like each other and be forced to remove all class boundaries etc. Of course, I jest, but I think education is the way
Education...with large doses of lemon meringue.
The Tribes Of Longton
10-11-2004, 20:41
Education...with large doses of lemon meringue.
mmmmm...lemon meringue
I shall vote for RPP to be the next education type person of wherever he/she lives!
Vittos Ordination
10-11-2004, 20:45
mmmmm...lemon meringue
I shall vote for RPP to be the next education type person of wherever he/she lives!
I will never accept anyone who likes lemon meringue.
Only chocolate, cherry, and pumpkin pie; lemon meringue is just not natural!!
The Tribes Of Longton
10-11-2004, 20:51
I will never accept anyone who likes lemon meringue.
Only chocolate, cherry, and pumpkin pie; lemon meringue is just not natural!!
*gasps*
Not Pumpkin Pie! You know that thousands of poor little pumpkins are assaulted and then massacred every year to pay for your love of the fiendish dish of pumpkin pie! :eek:
*turns back in disgust*
Vittos Ordination
10-11-2004, 20:56
*gasps*
Not Pumpkin Pie! You know that thousands of poor little pumpkins are assaulted and then massacred every year to pay for your love of the fiendish dish of pumpkin pie! :eek:
*turns back in disgust*
Apparently you are unaware that the pumpkins are an inferior race. They serve little purpose other than fulfilling my Thanksgiving dessert desires and making funny faces.
Zeppistan
10-11-2004, 20:59
*gasps*
Not Pumpkin Pie! You know that thousands of poor little pumpkins are assaulted and then massacred every year to pay for your love of the fiendish dish of pumpkin pie! :eek:
*turns back in disgust*
I confess your Honour....It was premeditated.
I snuck up on them carefully while they slept. They looked so sweet and innocent. But that didn't stop me. I used a knife so as to make no sound.
Closer and closer I crept until I was upon them.
The knife flashed in the twilight as I raised it above my head. I hesitated a moment, looking for a vulnerable spot. And then I struck.
Again, and again, and again! And again!
The knife dripped with gore as I disembowelled them. Traces of them stuck to my hands. My arms. My face. My clothes.
I gutted them. Completely.
A madness came over me, and I took liberties with their corpses by carving little designs in their flesh. And yes, I smiled and laughed as I worked upon them. I was invincible, and I had butchered my prey.
Their entrails I scraped from their hollowed corpses and separated out. Using some to fulfill twisted fantasies of roasted flesh. The rest I just threw away.
But when I was done, still the madness was upon me. I put their corpses on display. I wanted the world to see my power. And were it not for that one flash of ego, the world would never have known of my crimes.
And I don't repent!
Because carving pumpkins is fun!
:D
Kryozerkia
10-11-2004, 20:59
While it's idealistic, I do like the idea that the author of this thread is trying to communicate.
The Tribes Of Longton
10-11-2004, 21:02
I confess your Honour....It was premeditated.
I snuck up on them carefully while they slept. They looked so sweet and innocent. But that didn't stop me. I used a knife so as to make no sound.
Closer and closer I crept until I was upon them.
The knife flashed in the twilight as I raised it above my head. I hesitated a moment, looking for a vulnerable spot. And then I struck.
Again, and again, and again! And again!
The knife dripped with gore as I disembowelled them. Traces of them stuck to my hands. My arms. My face. My clothes.
I gutted them. Completely.
A madness came over me, and I took liberties with their corpses by carving little designs in their flesh. And yes, I smiled and laughed as I worked upon them. I was invincible, and I had butchered my prey.
Their entrails I scraped from their hollowed corpses and separated out. Using some to fulfill twisted fantasies of roasted flesh. The rest I just threw away.
But when I was done, still the madness was upon me. I put their corpses on display. I wanted the world to see my power. And were it not for that one flash of ego, the world would never have known of my crimes.
And I don't repent!
Because carving pumpkins is fun!
:D
Zeppistan, I sentence you to a lifetime of working in an Eastern European Country (Soviet Bloc type), where you will educate little pumpkins as to why humans will always try to maim them, as well as being the pumpkin king's chief concubine. Any last requests?
Zeppistan
10-11-2004, 21:38
Zeppistan, I sentence you to a lifetime of working in an Eastern European Country (Soviet Bloc type), where you will educate little pumpkins as to why humans will always try to maim them, as well as being the pumpkin king's chief concubine. Any last requests?
I've already worked in both Kiev and Prague, and let me tell you that those commie pumpkins are pansies compared to the local Canadian ones.... those Euro-trash ones don't even try to put up a fight when you take out the knives.
Educate them?
Their heads are already filled with mush. There is nothing left to do but mangle the little blighters and fry up the seeds....
Refused Party Program
11-11-2004, 14:32
Imperialist...mean-person!! :mad:
Independent Homesteads
11-11-2004, 14:40
I don't think you're treating the subject of acceptance with the gravitas which it deserves. As a reformed Banoffee Supremacist I can personally attest to the tragedy of dessertism, and I find it offensive that you talk so flippantly about murdering pumpkins for making pie.
In a spirit of tolerance, I'll let it go this time. But any more, and I shall be asking the moderators to give you all a custardy one in the mush.