NationStates Jolt Archive

Well I have two and a half more hours of "work" so I need to find something to do.

NSG must entertain me somehow! I beseech you to do so! :p

Well I have two and a half more hours of "work" so I need to find something to do.

NSG must entertain me somehow! I beseech you to do so! :p

*does a jig*
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*does a jig*
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Dance, boy, dance!

Saying dance boy dance reminded me of that weird Christian song with something to do with God being the lord of the dance :| I haven't heard of, or thoguht of that song in years..

Saying dance boy dance reminded me of that weird Christian song with something to do with God being the lord of the dance :| I haven't heard of, or thoguht of that song in years..

Strange that coz in turn that reminds me of the words 'Thou shall have a fishy, on a little dishy' *shrug* don't why, but there you go!

Strange that coz in turn that reminds me of the words 'Thou shall have a fishy, on a little dishy' *shrug* don't why, but there you go!

Thats another song i haven't heard or thought of in ages.

*throws food* Food fight!

YouTube is good for mindless fun

http://youtube.com/watch?v=m8Ka3N_3B8o

:D


This is dangerously hilarious though:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_lNfBZTz2xQ

:D :D

Or perhaps it's the comics that are your cup of tea:
http://www.viruscomix.com/subnormality.html
http://www.viruscomix.com/page433.html (and others from that site).

Two girls one cup
Lemonparty
Tubgirl
Tubguy
Goatse
4chan.org

Behold, entertainment.

You want entertainment, "Hachihyaku?" Okay, how's this: Boris, this is your manager, and if you don't get off this stupid forum in five minutes you can kiss your job good-bye.

I've always wanted to see something like that on this forum. So far, no such luck.

Saying dance boy dance reminded me of that weird Christian song with something to do with God being the lord of the dance :| I haven't heard of, or thoguht of that song in years..

Dance, then, wherever you may be,
I am the Lord of the Dance, said he,
And I'll lead you all, wherever you may be,
And I'll lead you all in the Dance, said he

Weird, I'd forgotten about it too....and now it floods back.


Although you may have already left work, have you ever thought of investing in Stumbleupon?

Well I have two and a half more hours of "work" so I need to find something to do.

NSG must entertain me somehow! I beseech you to do so! :p

I can always knock you over the head with a bat, and we'll pretend that I entertained you for two and a half hours. *nod*

I can always knock you over the head with a bat, and we'll pretend that I entertained you for two and a half hours. *nod*

OR you could knock him over the head with a bat, and when he wakes up, you can charge him because you claim to have given him something....

Illegal.:D

Two girls one cup
Lemonparty
Tubgirl
Tubguy
Goatse
4chan.org

Behold, entertainment.

I came.

Try this (http://www.google.com/)

I came.

I'm glad.

NSG must entertain me somehow! I beseech you to do so! :p

:eek:

:D

*Starts with a reading of My Last Duchess, by Robert Browning*

That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,
Looking as if she were alive. I call
That piece a wonder, now: Frà Pandolf's hands
Worked busily a day, and there she stands.
Will 't please you sit and look at her? I said
"Frà Pandolf" by design, for never read
Strangers like you that pictured countenance,
The depth and passion of its earnest glance,
But to myself they turned (since none puts by
The curtain I have drawn for you, but I)
And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst,
How such a glance came there; so, not the first
Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, 'twas not
Her husband's presence only, called that spot
Of joy into the Duchess' cheek: perhaps
Frà Pandolf chanced to say, "Her mantle laps
Over my Lady's wrist too much," or "Paint
Must never hope to reproduce the faint
Half-flush that dies along her throat"; such stuff
Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough
For calling up that spot of joy. She had
A heart... how shall I say?... too soon made glad,
Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er
She looked on, and her looks went everywhere.
Sir, 'twas all one! My favour at her breast,
The dropping of the daylight in the West,
The bough of cherries some officious fool
Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule
She rode with round the terrace — all and each
Would draw from her alike the approving speech,
Or blush, at least. She thanked men, — good; but thanked
Somehow... I know not how... as if she ranked
My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name
With anybody's gift. Who'd stoop to blame
This sort of trifling? Even had you skill
In speech — (which I have not) — to make your will
Quite clear to such an one, and say, "Just this
Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss,
Or there exceed the mark" — and if she let
Herself be lessoned so, nor plainly set
Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse,
— E'en then would be some stooping; and I chuse
Never to stoop. Oh, sir, she smiled, no doubt,
Whene'er I passed her; but who passed without
Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands;
Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands
As if alive. Will 't please you rise? We'll meet
The company below, then. I repeat,
The Count your Master's known munificence
Is ample warrant that no just pretence
Of mine for dowry will be disallowed;
Though his fair daughter's self, as I avowed
At starting, is my object. Nay, we'll go
Together down, Sir! Notice Neptune, though,
Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity,
Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me.

*Starts with a reading of My Last Duchess, by Robert Browning*
<snip>

Followed by Shakespear:

"My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun"

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak,--yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress when she walks, treads on the ground;
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

You'd think I would have this memorized by now, seeing as how it's one of two sonnets that they make you read like every f*cking year...#18 and #130...always those two.

I can always knock you over the head with a bat, and we'll pretend that I entertained you for two and a half hours. *nod*

My god I daresay hes got it!

:eek:

:D

Now you must blink in indignation!

Gay porn sites are always good.

Gay porn sites are always good.

They might be but i'm fine not finding out :p