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Have a conversation with the person above you!

...or a few posts above you. Or the previous page. Or below you if you have mastered time travel (note: if you have, pick me up, we'll mess with Hitler together.)

No rules or games, just talk. Generally in paragraphs but, whatever, I'm not picky.

Unfortunately this thread has no topic, but look how many words I've already typed without saying anything! Come, let us fight the mundane march towards oblivion together. One must imagine Sisyphus happy. Or just mildly annoyed at his silly name.
 
Oh man, what an amazing idea for a thread you have, you sexy manbeast, you.

I found your opening post witty and inviting. How do you avoid being smothered under heaving bossoms as the ladyfolk tear you apart?
 
Do you often talk to yourself?

Out loud? No. They give us funny looks when we do that out loud.

But in my head, sure, all the time. I mean, I think most people would understand doing something careless and thinking, "what were you doing?"

Or:

"They're all laughing at you."

Or:

"This is why we aren't allowed in the pet shop anymore."
 
I feel that zombie animals are generally underused in popular fiction.
 
I've never felt Zombie animals or popular fiction, so I couldn't tell you how they use each other...
 
I've never felt Zombie animals or popular fiction, so I couldn't tell you how they use each other...

Well, when a squirrel cursed with undeath and Katy Perry love each other very much...


...new lit story!
 
It’s our party we can do what we want
It’s our party we can say what we want
It’s our party we can love who we want
We can kiss who we want
We can see who we want
 

There is a bomb in this thread. If posts are not made in it in a direct response to other posts and in complete sentences, the bomb will detonate.

Keanu Reeves has been notified.

God's speed.
 
How can you tell if your cat is trying to kill you?

I fear I am being hunted...
 
Need more details of your pussy in this unfolding thriller oh he who wields scissors.
Had you declared that your pussy had wrested the scissors from your possession and florished with elan in Puss in Boots style, I'd be sayin Dude! You got a pussy problem!

Alas, one should never assume.:cool:
 
Need more details of your pussy in this unfolding thriller oh he who wields scissors.
Had you declared that your pussy had wrested the scissors from your possession and florished with elan in Puss in Boots style, I'd be sayin Dude! You got a pussy problem!

Alas, one should never assume.:cool:

Well, first, she eviscerated a stuffed animal. Foam still hanging from her gaping jaws, she looked me right in the eye. The malevolent feline intent was clear: she was born to hunt, to kill, not to eat kibble and poop in a box.

Slowly, she approached. Using the chair as cover she crept towards me inch by painful inch, predatory eyes never leaving me.

I felt a cold chill run down my spine. I knew I was being hunted.

Then she swatted my shoelace and ran away.

But still, that was an attempt!
 
How can you tell if your cat is trying to kill you?

I fear I am being hunted...

Pleasure and attack are the same to them. I think I would only know if they were going for the jugular. Otherwise, they are only giving you love-bites and love-scratches. Or in my case, love-welts (because I am allergic).
 
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