desi left then more desis came and desi came back and we have so many desis

El Savior · 06-30-2003, 01:56 PM

in short... i'm really starting to hate this place a lot.

crescentfresh · 06-30-2003, 01:56 PM

then leave

El Savior · 06-30-2003, 01:57 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by crescentfresh
then leave

fuck you bitch.

ammy · 06-30-2003, 02:07 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by El Savior

fuck you bitch.

really, if you don't like it, why stay?

Boycott Graceland · 06-30-2003, 02:09 PM

yep. go.

El Savior · 06-30-2003, 02:09 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by Ammy

really, if you don't like it, why stay?

cuz fuck you too.

El Savior · 06-30-2003, 02:09 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by Boycott Graceland
yep. go.

yea. fuck you too.

DeviousJ · 06-30-2003, 02:09 PM

Is it Monday already?

meow · 06-30-2003, 02:10 PM

MY DESI IS THE BEST

El Savior · 06-30-2003, 02:10 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by DeviousJ
Is it Monday already?

yea it is. fuck you.

El Savior · 06-30-2003, 02:10 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by meow
MY DESI IS THE BEST

you are just like her. so you get a big, huge, fuck you.

Desi · 06-30-2003, 02:20 PM

I love how you make topics about me. It gives me the hugest girl boner!

ammy · 06-30-2003, 02:20 PM

okay then...

Desi · 06-30-2003, 02:22 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by Ammy
okay then...

Don't cry because of HIM!

meow · 06-30-2003, 02:22 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by El Savior

you are just like her. so you get a big, huge, fuck you.

hahahahahha

sppunk · 06-30-2003, 02:24 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by Desi
I love how you make topics about me. It gives me the hugest girl boner!

pixplz?

Oh, I'll save you the trouble Mr. Savior, "fuck you, too."

Desi · 06-30-2003, 02:25 PM

sure! one second.

Boycott Graceland · 06-30-2003, 02:26 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by Desi
It gives me the hugest girl boner!

crescentfresh · 06-30-2003, 02:27 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by Hyperbole

I'm finding out now that the boys who used to make the most fun of me and acted like they hated me in school had the biggest crushes on me. You sure do pay Desi a lot of attention, elsavior.

Troo!

Desi · 06-30-2003, 02:32 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by Boycott Graceland

whatsamattayou?

Desi · 06-30-2003, 02:33 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by Hyperbole

I'm finding out now that the boys who used to make the most fun of me and acted like they hated me in school had the biggest crushes on me. You sure do pay Desi a lot of attention, elsavior.

Boycott Graceland · 06-30-2003, 02:34 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by Desi
whatsamattayou?

don't look down but i lost my shoe.

Mayfuck · 06-30-2003, 02:35 PM

Yawn.

Desi · 06-30-2003, 02:35 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by Boycott Graceland

lost my shoe.

I'll get you a new one! did this thread eat it? it's like a vortex.

Desi · 06-30-2003, 02:36 PM

p.s. I GOT THE REFERENCE

Boycott Graceland · 06-30-2003, 02:38 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by Desi
p.s. I GOT THE REFERENCE

YAY

pix plz

Desi · 06-30-2003, 02:39 PM

emo picture?

Mayfuck · 06-30-2003, 02:41 PM

Oh man, I'm really bad at small talk.

DeviousJ · 06-30-2003, 03:22 PM

Colonel Cathcart was not thinking anything at all about the chaplain, but was tangled up in a brand-new, menacing problem of his own: Desi!
Desi! The mere sound of that execrable, ugly name made his blood run cold and his breath come in labored gasps. The chaplain's first mention of the name Desi! had tolled deep in his memory like a portentous gong. As soon as the latch of the door had clicked shut, the whole humiliating recollection of the naked girl in formation came cascading down upon him in a mortifying, choking flood of stinging details. He began to perspire and tremble. There was a sinister and unlikely coincidence exposed that was too diabolical in implication to be anything less than the most hideous of omens. The name of the girl who had stood naked in ranks that day to receive her Distinguished Flying Cross from General Dreedle had also been - Desi! And now it was a girl named Desi who was threatening to make trouble over the sixty missions he had just ordered the men in his group to fly. Colonel Cathcart wondered gloomily if it was the same Desi.
He climbed to his feet with an air of intolerable woe and began moving about his office. He felt himself in the presence of the mysterious. The naked girl in formation, he conceded cheerlessly, had been a real black eye for him. So had the tampering with the bomb line before the mission to Bologna and the seven-day delay in destroying the bridge at Ferrara, even though destroying the bridge at Ferrara finally, he remembered with glee, had been a real feather in his cap, although losing a plane there the second time around, he recalled in dejection, had been another black eye, even though he had won another real feather in his cap by getting a medal approved for the bombardier who had gotten him the real black eye in the first place by going around over the target twice. That bombardier's name, he remembered suddenly with another stupefying shock, had also been Desi! Now there were three! His viscous eyes bulged with astonishment and he whipped himself around in alarm to see what was taking place behind him. A moment ago there had been no Desis in his life; now they were multiplying like hobgoblins. He tried to make himself grow calm. Desi was not a common name; perhaps there were not really three Desis but only two Desis, or maybe even only one Desi - but that really made no difference! The colonel was still in grave peril. Intuition warned him that he was drawing close to some immense and inscrutable cosmic climax, and his broad, meaty, towering frame tingled from head to toe at the thought that Desi, whoever he would eventually turn out to be, was destined to serve as his nemesis.
Colonel Cathcart was not superstitious, but he did believe in omens, and he sat right back down behind his desk and made a cryptic notation on his memorandum pad to look into the whole suspicious business of the Desis right away. He wrote his reminder to himself in a heavy and decisive hand, amplifying it sharply with a series of coded punctuation marks and underlining the whole message twice, so that it read:

Desi! ! ! (?)!

cap'n jazz · 06-30-2003, 03:25 PM

HEY! FUCK YOU

06-30-2003, 01:56 PM	#1
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06-30-2003, 01:56 PM	#2
crescentfresh Minion of Satan Location: Diego Posts: 6,657	then leave

06-30-2003, 02:09 PM	#5
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06-30-2003, 02:09 PM	#8
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06-30-2003, 02:10 PM	#9
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06-30-2003, 02:20 PM	#12
Desi Apocalyptic Poster Location: smartly attuned to the latest cutting-edge clichés Posts: 3,890	I love how you make topics about me. It gives me the hugest girl boner!

06-30-2003, 02:20 PM	#13
ammy yer mom Posts: 23,180	okay then...

06-30-2003, 02:25 PM	#17
Desi Apocalyptic Poster Location: smartly attuned to the latest cutting-edge clichés Posts: 3,890	sure! one second.

06-30-2003, 02:35 PM	#23
Mayfuck Banned Location: i'm from japan also hollywood Posts: 57,812	Yawn.

06-30-2003, 02:36 PM	#25
Desi Apocalyptic Poster Location: smartly attuned to the latest cutting-edge clichés Posts: 3,890	p.s. I GOT THE REFERENCE

06-30-2003, 02:41 PM	#28
Mayfuck Banned Location: i'm from japan also hollywood Posts: 57,812	Oh man, I'm really bad at small talk.

06-30-2003, 03:22 PM	#29
DeviousJ CORNFROST Location: GUREITO DESU YO Posts: 24,891	Colonel Cathcart was not thinking anything at all about the chaplain, but was tangled up in a brand-new, menacing problem of his own: Desi! Desi! The mere sound of that execrable, ugly name made his blood run cold and his breath come in labored gasps. The chaplain's first mention of the name Desi! had tolled deep in his memory like a portentous gong. As soon as the latch of the door had clicked shut, the whole humiliating recollection of the naked girl in formation came cascading down upon him in a mortifying, choking flood of stinging details. He began to perspire and tremble. There was a sinister and unlikely coincidence exposed that was too diabolical in implication to be anything less than the most hideous of omens. The name of the girl who had stood naked in ranks that day to receive her Distinguished Flying Cross from General Dreedle had also been - Desi! And now it was a girl named Desi who was threatening to make trouble over the sixty missions he had just ordered the men in his group to fly. Colonel Cathcart wondered gloomily if it was the same Desi. He climbed to his feet with an air of intolerable woe and began moving about his office. He felt himself in the presence of the mysterious. The naked girl in formation, he conceded cheerlessly, had been a real black eye for him. So had the tampering with the bomb line before the mission to Bologna and the seven-day delay in destroying the bridge at Ferrara, even though destroying the bridge at Ferrara finally, he remembered with glee, had been a real feather in his cap, although losing a plane there the second time around, he recalled in dejection, had been another black eye, even though he had won another real feather in his cap by getting a medal approved for the bombardier who had gotten him the real black eye in the first place by going around over the target twice. That bombardier's name, he remembered suddenly with another stupefying shock, had also been Desi! Now there were three! His viscous eyes bulged with astonishment and he whipped himself around in alarm to see what was taking place behind him. A moment ago there had been no Desis in his life; now they were multiplying like hobgoblins. He tried to make himself grow calm. Desi was not a common name; perhaps there were not really three Desis but only two Desis, or maybe even only one Desi - but that really made no difference! The colonel was still in grave peril. Intuition warned him that he was drawing close to some immense and inscrutable cosmic climax, and his broad, meaty, towering frame tingled from head to toe at the thought that Desi, whoever he would eventually turn out to be, was destined to serve as his nemesis. Colonel Cathcart was not superstitious, but he did believe in omens, and he sat right back down behind his desk and made a cryptic notation on his memorandum pad to look into the whole suspicious business of the Desis right away. He wrote his reminder to himself in a heavy and decisive hand, amplifying it sharply with a series of coded punctuation marks and underlining the whole message twice, so that it read: Desi! ! ! (?)!

06-30-2003, 03:25 PM	#30
cap'n jazz Socialphobic Location: FUCKING HELL Posts: 11,689	HEY! FUCK YOU