Zack
99% hot gas
Well sorry for having an opinion.
You just criticized my taste in television, don't get offended when I make light of your support for Newt Gingrich, of all people.

Well sorry for having an opinion.
You just criticized my taste in television, don't get offended when I make light of your support for Newt Gingrich, of all people.
I criticize your spelling of "criticize".![]()
Im willing to bet that there are some scum hiding in the Takhisis lynch, like SamSniped.
Vote: Mat93 because FoS is suspicious.
Mergle slipped inside his house and closed the door behind him firmly, bolting all four of his specially made locks on his home. Whistling a merry tune to himself, Mergle set down his bowler hat on his hat rack, his coat on his coat rack, and his fake mustache on his fake mustache rack. He proceeded to grab himself the strongest drink in his fridge, a plastic bottle of the finest apple juice, freshly squeezed from the apple juice tree in his backyard. "Ah," Mergle made audible his delight with the beverage, "apple juice is just like fine wine. It's made from fruit and it's a beverage."
Mergle walked over and plopped himself down on his favorite chair in front of the television and turned on the popular sitcom Primordial Soup Postulate. After laughing for a solid thirty minutes at the amusing antics of a quartet of nerds and their hot, dumb neighbor, Mergle turned off the TV and got off the chair. "Boy, I love watching the show, but I'm glad my life's not a sitcom," Mergle proclaimed ironically. Mergle looked puzzled. "Wait, why is that ironic?" He was answered when his grand piano upstairs crashed through the ceiling and splattered Mergle's corpse all over the floor. A man was then heard racing down the stairs and out of the back door, where Mergle only put three locks.