Samael
Sep 7 2003, 09:03 AM
M1lgram decided it would be funny to give me burritos that are made with fire. No, really, I'm serious, they're MADE WITH FIRE. My fucking throat is burning and this bastard is laughing. His forking smoked Alaskan salmon is small consolation, let me tell you.
Eat shit, bastards.
Dommy
Sep 7 2003, 09:04 PM
Huh?
euphman1
Sep 7 2003, 10:48 PM
I was going to ask, but I figured if someone else spoke up, I could yell at them and call them a n00b, and possibly kick them in the junk.
...
n00b!
Galatea
Sep 13 2003, 03:12 AM
You forgot the nut kicking
Milgram
Oct 11 2005, 12:48 AM
You deserved it.
Paul
Oct 11 2005, 04:15 AM
Did you just revive a 2-year old thread?
Raven.Fish
Oct 11 2005, 12:21 PM
Looks like he did. Lets kick him in the junk.
Missy
Oct 11 2005, 01:35 PM
thats pretty funny
BitchSLAP
Oct 11 2005, 03:14 PM
Wow. That totally threw me off for a minute. I was all, "WTF? Euph posted?".
Meh. It's early.
Shows how often that bastard Milgram visits our boards though.
Galatea
Oct 11 2005, 05:17 PM
I had the same reaction
I was like "Euph posted??" then I was like "wait, I posted???"
and chaos reigned.
Nysrol
Oct 11 2005, 05:38 PM
threodomancy for the win!
Storm
Oct 11 2005, 07:15 PM
My salsa would own his sissy burritos, even if it was 2 years ago.
I made my last batch with real pieces of hell. Also, threodomancy.
Milgram
Oct 14 2005, 07:06 PM
Hehe. I was hoping to throw you all for a loop. This was one of the few things that popped up when googling my screename, and I've never read it before (correct assumption, Slappy

).
Ed, what the hell was the occasion that evening? It appears this is from my drunken summer of recovery from a hit and run. Was this the night where I fell asleep on my hardwood floor facedown at roughly 4:00 in the morning? Jesus.
-Idiot.
TrustNo1
Oct 14 2005, 09:26 PM
I've heard that real pieces of hell can light your ass on fire. Literally. True?
Samael
Oct 14 2005, 09:31 PM
QUOTE(Milgram @ Oct 14 2005, 02:06 PM)
Ed, what the hell was the occasion that evening? It appears this is from my drunken summer of recovery from a hit and run. Was this the night where I fell asleep on my hardwood floor facedown at roughly 4:00 in the morning? Jesus.
September 7th? That was the house on the hill. This smacks of inevitability, since burritos were probably the only goddamn thing you had in the fridge.
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