Huzzah and Willkommen!

A billion welcomes to Raduvad, who I saw has joined our little pair - which, I believe, happily makes us a "three-er".

Sir Raduvad, I have given you all the administrative powers that I and Yaz posess. Abuse it to your hearts content! for you'll soon find out that we certainly do.

Feel free to use that little "administration panel" button at the bottom to make yourself a personal board if you so desire. If you have written works what you want posted than I'll make a board for that right skippy.

Or as the rest of the world knows it, a "three-some!"

Welcome again, Ravudad! It's the same ol' psychotic Yaz you know and love, just repackaged with a different name on it!

Thankye thankye. Glad to be a part of...oh come on spell check, thankyee is too a word. I...think.
I shall indeed abuse my power post hast and do something really devious.
as
soon
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My administrative depravity usually involves animals; which isn't illegal in Oregon.

What? It is?!

*Jumps out window and onto escape horse*

I can't blame you two for forgetting about me, but... how could you forget about me???

=P

If it's any consolation for you, I've been counting the days since you haven't been on...maybe I was at thirteen or fourteen...maybe...?

Anyway, I've said this a bunch already, but WELCOME BACK!!! [glomps]

So does this make us a four-per? Or would it be a quadrangle?

Maybe a Three-and-1-midnight-special?

I think it makes us a quartet, which makes it sound as though we should all acquire stringed instruments and a love for chamber music...

And hey, wait a minute! If your administive depravity normally involves animals, I hardly think that you'd have a willing "escape horse."
Or maybe it's love...you know, the kind that hurts. You know, like in that song by Nararith, on their Hair of a Dog album. Wait! A dog! That's an animal! Stoner logic dictates then that....I think I need a sandwich?!
Dammit stoner logic! You've failed me again!
Ah well, back to the normal stuff. I have far more experience with it anyway.

You have a very discerning eye, Mr. Vad. I feel proud to call you my Arch Nemesis. And now that I have you tied to this table, completely at my mercy, I will explain to you the details of my malevolent scheme!

It was a two guys dressed in a horse costume. Not an actual horse.

There! Now you know too much; but this laser aimed squarely at your naughty bits will take care of that momentarily! Ha! HAHA!

Wait! How'd you escape?! Put that laser down!
GAHH!!! MY NAUGHTY BITS!

Can we call that Rhapstration? Please?

HOLY SHIT! Now I wish I would have thought of that! DAMN YOU, WOLF!!!

Don't make me come and Rhapstrate you!

I cannot tell you how delighted I am that my name has become synonymous with the removal of genitals.

*SARCASM*

Well, not just the removal of genitalia, but the removal of genitalia by laser beam.

It would suck to have your junk lasered off.

Alright, that's kind of awesome. And extremely painful to think about.

Removal of genitals via laser beam? Isn't that in Moonraker? Well, I mean, I think they try. If they'd have succeeded James Bond would have been a very different (and frankly hysterical) series from then on.
"Hello there, Miss, may I buy you a drink?"
"You're Bond, aren't you? James Bond?"
"Ah, I see you've heard of me."
(giggling) "Oh, every girl knows you, Mr. Bond. Or should I say, .....
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You know, I was going to end that with something like Lazer Dick. But frankly, that sounds way to cool. Ah, the road to punchlines is paved with indecision.
Fill it in your own bad selves. :}