Joined: Sept 2003 Gender: Male Posts: 257 Location: Lakewood, OH
Re: Our Very Own Reality Show « Result #2 on Mar 8, 2005, 2:53pm »
I think we're too interesting and unique for such a show. People want to see folks that are just as boring (if not more so) than themselves. No elves of doom for the masses.
Our Very Own Reality Show « Result #5 on Jan 27, 2005, 1:00pm »
I think that we should develop our own reality show that would star....us! Have you seen what these reality shows are like lately?? For instance, "Love is in the Heir" which bills itself as a comedy/reality hybrid. It's insanely stupid. If you are a music lover you'll die when you hear the main character, a "real live Princess"(tm) Anne Clare. Anne Clare has decided to try to make it as a country singer but her music is lyrically undesirable and her singing makes a 100 tortured cats sound like a heavenly chorus. I think we can do better...perhaps a reality show about starting our own band...(eod???) Could we??? Huh, huh *nudge nudge*
Joined: Sept 2003 Gender: Male Posts: 257 Location: Lakewood, OH
I miss this place :( « Result #7 on Jan 23, 2005, 2:19pm »
It used to be a lot of fun here. If you're here reading this, then you probably miss it too. So go ahead and post something. I'll make my best effort to check in and reply. Maybe we can start things going again.
Joined: Sept 2003 Gender: Male Posts: 106 Location: Erie, PA
Re: messed up e-card « Result #8 on May 24, 2004, 11:27pm »
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That was definately worth the 2 gigs of pop ups the site threw at me.
Too bad you don't have a pop-up blocker. All those pop-ups get relegated to some pit of vile and wretched darkness in rapid, gratifying succession. Viewing such sites is much less tedious this way.
Joined: Sept 2003 Gender: Male Posts: 106 Location: Erie, PA
Re: messed up e-card « Result #10 on May 17, 2004, 12:47am »
You know, I never thought about it before, but Femme-Bush looks to me like what the illegitimate love child of Iggy Pop and Rob Halford would probably look like. Just try to imagine him/her/it on heroin, rocking out for middle-aged heavy metal fans. That's what I was seeing, except for in that last picture, in which I was somewhat repulsed by the hostile projectiles on his/her/its chest.