Evidence for God from Science

August wrote:Hey, knock it off, all of you!

There Katie, feeling better?

LOL...
Abusing Powers.

Hey, she was the one with the protest chant against mods, remember?

August wrote:Hey, she was the one with the protest chant against mods, remember?

Very True
Maybe we should... Nah Forget it

bizzt wrote:

August wrote:Hey, she was the one with the protest chant against mods, remember?

Very True
Maybe we should... Nah Forget it

:a mob slowly gathers outside:

Joy Buzzer has got to go!
August we don't want to show!
Kurieuo made a mistake!
Felgar is going to bake!

We don't need no new recruits!
Moderators will get the boot!
Kick 'em out 'til Kingdom Come;
Fry 'em and put 'em on a bun!

Kurieuo doesn't know what he let loose,
These two likely for mod abuse
members who have paid their dues.
Lets wrap their necks in a leather noose.

Keep an eye open in bed,
Watch out or you will be dead!
Ain't no threat, we're coming soon,
Under an October moon!

I added a quatrain. =P

No! I was expecting a good whollop on their heads with a shovel! Gee, thanks for really taking charge here, August! ( )

I agree BGood; I'll get the torches and pitch-forks, you get the leather nooses. We meet under the old Sycamore tree tonight at midnight. (And don't forget the secret handshake: hand out flat, make a fist, flip sideways, smack on the forehead, catch the stars and sugarplums dancing around your head, make a sparkling sugar plum smoothie, poor the smoothie on your head, do the chicken dance. I'll bring the blenders.)

kateliz wrote:(And don't forget the secret handshake: hand out flat, make a fist, flip sideways, smack on the forehead, catch the stars and sugarplums dancing around your head, make a sparkling sugar plum smoothie, poor the smoothie on your head, do the chicken dance.

You'd never make it as a spy Kate; not a good idea to publicly broadcast your secret codes.

Hey! Who gave you permission to read my posts?!?! More mod abuse! See, and this is why we have to have a secret handshake- you never know when a mod will pop-up and bud in! Hmmm, maybe I should lock the blenders up in my suitcase so they can't perform our secret handshake now that they know it. The code on the cheap lock on my suitcase is: 12345. Now, nobody let this get out or we'll have to make a new handshake. I'm making this post invisible to the mods with the magical troll juice I bought online, (pixie dust turned out to be a hoax.)

kateliz wrote:Hey! Who gave you permission to read my posts?!?! More mod abuse! See, and this is why we have to have a secret handshake- you never know when a mod will pop-up and bud in! Hmmm, maybe I should lock the blenders up in my suitcase so they can't perform our secret handshake now that they know it. The code on the cheap lock on my suitcase is: 12345. Now, nobody let this get out or we'll have to make a new handshake. I'm making this post invisible to the mods with the magical troll juice I bought online, (pixie dust turned out to be a hoax.)

I couldn't read your post, it was fading. =(

BGoodForGoodSake wrote:I couldn't read your post, it was fading. =(

Nice BGood. That looks good.

Awww! The troll juice only worked halfway! I'll have to demand a refund, those scoundrels! But, I don't think the mods are intelligent enough to decipher even the gist of my post. I believe we're still safe.

kateliz wrote:Awww! The troll juice only worked halfway! I'll have to demand a refund, those scoundrels! But, I don't think the mods are intelligent enough to decipher even the gist of my post. I believe we're still safe.

Yes but for how long?...

music wrote: dun!
____dun!
_______dun!!!!!!!!!

Oh and you still owe me seven strands of polka-dotted spider silk, I lent you to buy that juice!

But I'll accept Cash-ews.

What?!?! You di't lend me no polka-dotted spider silk! It was from my polka-dotted spider, you dingbat!*Whacks BGood upside the head* Now give 'im back! Sheesh!

No, I don't think we have to worry much about the mods now, they just survived Hell Week in that new No-Girls-Allowed gang those Trekkies downtown started up. Now they'll be too busy fighting rival gangs with their scientific debates spoken in... what's that language those big-foreheaded, bumpy-faced dudes spoke in? Right, Cling-on. They won't care to pay any attention to us now. Besides, if they get caught talking to eigher of us, (because we're female, as I'm sure you must be well aware of, BeGoodToMySensitiveNatureCauseIt'sAsDelicateAsADaintyFlutterbyAndIfYouSoMuchAsHurlAPieceOfDustInMyDirectionI'llFallDownDeadFromABrokenHeart,) they'd get kicked right out! I'd say we're pretty safe.

And no, I wasn't the one who put the new toilet paper roll on the wrong way; and no, you don't have to cry so hard over it that you're shaking like you are! Man, if I weren't a doctor- which I'm not- I'd say you're having a seizure! Calm down already! It'll be okay! Look...*kateliz goes and flips the roll over* does that make you feel any better? Well, I know Betty should say she's sorry, but I'm just not sure she's going to do that for you. Sometimes you have to just let things go, BeGood! Oh no! BeGood! BeGood, can you hear me?! *kateliz runs to call for an ambulance*

kateliz wrote:BeGood! Oh no! BeGood! BeGood, can you hear me?! *kateliz runs to call for an ambulance*

Waking up as if from a coma BGood slowly comes too. The blackness slowly fades and fuzzy shapes begin to take form.

"Wha... Where am I?

Whats going on?"

Slowly Kateliz's face comes into view.

"What are you looking at? Were you looking up my nostrils again!" BGood snapped, then slumped back, apparently woozy.

"What happened to me?"
BGood takes another look around and notices that the toilet paper is on the right way and all is well in the world...

He gently lays his throbbing head back on the hard, flat hospital pillow, allowing slumber and the healing blackness to overcome his conscienceness. He drifts off into the world where nothingness is so thick and dense he can swallow it and feel satisfied. And then, suddenly, the threat of an on-coming, lights stinging through the blackest night, powerful as a raging rhinosaurus, locomative, which is hurtling itself through the air as a cat pounces on it's ever vunerable prey. BGood finds he is restrained from any movement by thick, coarse ropes, which cut into his soft flesh as he squirmes in his sleepy weakness, securing him fast to the cold metal of the rails along which glide his newly aquainted enemy. The largest silver hammer he has ever seen is coming to greet him with the smile of kateliz's evil face. She has finally overcome her oppressor. And sheer joy is in the spray of hot, sticky, red fluid as it splatters off the leaves of the bushes who have been coated with night. And in the morning, when the magic of the blackness fades away into startling, grim reality, flies come to nourish themselves with the evil that has been left dripping on the leaves.










I'm sorry if my graphic art has disturbed any. Please, it a somber piece. Let your heart ache and break. And then, when the tide of disgust and confusion has ebbed somewhat, place your eyes upon this:

Guys and gals, I would venture that this thread is off-topic....