[Undeadcannibal]

i noticed im not a mod anymore.

[bam]

What part of Ohio?

[Undeadcannibal]

What part of Ohio?

The flat part

[bam]

What a coincidence

[CT280]

be careful with this one, bammer.

[Undeadcannibal]

What a coincidence

Not really. I remember this one time I was in Pennsylvania and I was at a convenience store, pondering the very source of the term "convenient". I'd taken a sharp left into the toiletries section, browsing the pressed pulp that was paper shit tickets, basking in the idea that soon these would be my own. I pulled my 2-liter bottle of RC-Cola from the shadowy abyss of the cart, the light was cold and pale against its thing, plastic skin. I thought of Leeman, and that time we went to disney world, and then everything went dark.

It must've been hours later when I awoke. The room was dark, and smelled slightly reminiscent of citrus. A figure walked from the depths of the shadows, and slapped me over the face with something. chicken. Raw chicken. I hadn't felt this sensation since 'nam, and yet it feels so fresh, as though I had been dealing with it all my life. He questioned me for hours, slapping me with that chicken. But I don't speak english, and he was asking me questions about Canada, the resistance, and the coming of the slick overture of Maple Soldiers. Finally, something clicked in his brain. either the realization that I didn't know what he was talking about, or the sudden urgency of a powerful impending bowel movement gripped him by his very soul, but he stopped, dropped the chicken, and ran off into the shadows.

I grabbed the slick meat in my hands, and used it to cut my bindings. I was completely nude, but this wasn't a new situation. I escaped, just barely, through a window in the kitchen. I never saw or heard from the guy again. but I wonder about that chicken. It was marinated, and certainly tender. such a waste of good poultry.

[bam]

:blink: Okay.

[bam]

I will say this, it kept my attention. Take that for what you will.

[Undeadcannibal]

I will say this, it kept my attention. Take that for what you will.

Are you insulting my disability?

[bam]

Hardly.

[Undeadcannibal]

Hardly.

Hardly....what a word. I used by be hard. I used to be deadly. Back in 1786 I sailed over to China. A routine expedition with my good buddy Chris. We'd been to lands many times before, and we were certain we'd be back. However...even before we left port there was this unusual scent to the air. A spicy Musk, like smoked paprika, yet a bit more pungent in presentation.

[bam]

I hope you're a writer. If you're not, you might want to think about taking it up.

[bam]

Well, that was fun. I'm going to go play my ukulele for an hour or so. Peace out.

[Father Juan]

Well, that was fun. I'm going to go play my ukulele for an hour or so. Peace out.

You forgot bitches.

[Undeadcannibal]

yet despite this odd sort of warning, I took to the seas, I trusted Columbus's judgement, and in my years as roommate with Christ himself, I learned how to tolerate even the most obnoxious of situations. I brushed off my frills, and grabbed a spear. It was time to sail.

our expert crew of palefaces cut through the thickest waves like a Ginsu through a Pepsi can. Nothing was able to stop or hinder us. I punched seagulls to pass the time. twelve hours later we slammed into the fetid beaches of china. But this wasn't china as we knew it, there were Whites and cubans and Even blacks! what a world of acceptance!

[Undeadcannibal]

You forgot bitches.

Mommy taught him not to use bad language.

[JCW]

Bam's a chick.

Hello, by the way. I don't believe we've met.

[Undeadcannibal]

Bam's a chick.

Hello, by the way. I don't believe we've met.

Chicks sucks, bros for lyfe.

Wanna see some cool pics?

[JCW]

I have the feeling I'll regret saying this, but sure, why the hell not.

[Undeadcannibal]

I have the feeling I'll regret saying this, but sure, why the hell not.

I'm at work now, but laaaaterrr