JOLAROCKR 0 Posted March 12, 2008 Share Posted March 12, 2008 Hi all, Im new to the forum, but have been reading for a while. Finally registered to say whats up and take part in some of the poker discussion that goes on here Link to post Share on other sites
freak2304 0 Posted March 12, 2008 Share Posted March 12, 2008 Hello. Enjoy. I'm usually an ass, so brush off any of my snide remarks as an attempt at humor.Edit: Oh, and 2nd! Link to post Share on other sites
Kaveros 0 Posted March 12, 2008 Share Posted March 12, 2008 Chrozzo says hi! Link to post Share on other sites
Knollie919 0 Posted March 12, 2008 Share Posted March 12, 2008 seeing as ur a new member u gotta send everyone on the forum 50 bucks so get on that lol and again hey had enjoy this place its a great forum Link to post Share on other sites
RabidTortuga 0 Posted March 12, 2008 Share Posted March 12, 2008 Turtles live in my butt.Welcome, though. Link to post Share on other sites
Fphillips 0 Posted March 12, 2008 Share Posted March 12, 2008 Chrozzo says hi!You beat me to it. Damnit! Link to post Share on other sites
HollywoodAFD 0 Posted March 12, 2008 Share Posted March 12, 2008 Hello. Enjoy. I'm usually an ass, so brush off any of my snide remarks as an attempt at humor.Edit: Oh, and 2nd!Welcome... and he's a liar.He's not an ass.I, on the other hand, can be annoying. Especially if you decide to try and push me down only to find out that I bounce back up.Bumbles bounce!Have fun! Link to post Share on other sites
Kaveros 0 Posted March 12, 2008 Share Posted March 12, 2008 You beat me to it. Damnit! Link to post Share on other sites
mase_gotsem 0 Posted March 12, 2008 Share Posted March 12, 2008 hello welcome and enjoy /and cue the welcome new member <insert name > post ;] Link to post Share on other sites
mmsdan 0 Posted March 12, 2008 Share Posted March 12, 2008 Hello. Enjoy. I'm usually an ass, so brush off any of my snide remarks as an attempt at humor.Edit: Oh, and 2nd!Hello.Just don't put a strat question in the general forum. It makes freak's eye twitch. Link to post Share on other sites
chgocubs99 0 Posted March 12, 2008 Share Posted March 12, 2008 What do you all think of this song?http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fusea...iendID=17818790 Link to post Share on other sites
dlingdling 0 Posted March 12, 2008 Share Posted March 12, 2008 welcome Link to post Share on other sites
nutzbuster 7 Posted March 13, 2008 Share Posted March 13, 2008 What do you all think of this song?http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fusea...iendID=17818790 Ummmm............. Link to post Share on other sites
BeaverStyle 1 Posted March 13, 2008 Share Posted March 13, 2008 What's a JOLAROCKR?J/W... welcome. Posting here will make you better at poker. It's science. You're welcome. Link to post Share on other sites
fatman 1 Posted March 13, 2008 Share Posted March 13, 2008 why hello there Link to post Share on other sites
UncleBill 0 Posted March 13, 2008 Share Posted March 13, 2008 Hello, welcome, and good luck at the tables. Link to post Share on other sites
Clay Aiken 6 Posted March 13, 2008 Share Posted March 13, 2008 Clay Aiken, what is the smell of hope??Fastidious in fortune, demoralized by despair, a young child carries a bag of bricks four miles each morning to a school house in a neighboring town. You may ask why, and the answer is as revealing as a trapeze artist dancing gleefully on a tightrope as the audience gasps in stark horror as they realize that a masked man stands ready to cut that rope and send Trapeze Tom (that's his name) to his fiery death in a pit of burning coal below. For you see this child knew something, something that even a rat in the sweltering August heat could never know. For a secret had been told unto her by that same masked man sleeping under her bed, that if she were to carry that bag of bricks four miles each day, back and forth, then she could turn that bag of bricks into a tower, and that tower into a city, and that city into a country that held each animal ever created that they might prance in the freedom that only a child can give, and like a diabetic with his last vial of insulin, clutch that hope of a better tomorrow in her sweaty, cracked and bleeding palms, that one day all will be well. So you ask me what is the smell of hope?? I ask you, "How much does a bag of bricks weigh, and do you think you're strong enough to carry them, all the way into to fiery center of the Creator of the Universe's burning yet soothing heart??" This I truly and honestly believe!! Wonderful!! Link to post Share on other sites
Royal_Tour 0 Posted March 13, 2008 Share Posted March 13, 2008 Fastidious in fortune, demoralized by despair, a young child carries a bag of bricks four miles each morning to a school house in a neighboring town. You may ask why, and the answer is as revealing as a trapeze artist dancing gleefully on a tightrope as the audience gasps in stark horror as they realize that a masked man stands ready to cut that rope and send Trapeze Tom (that's his name) to his fiery death in a pit of burning coal below. For you see this child knew something, something that even a rat in the sweltering August heat could never know. For a secret had been told unto her by that same masked man sleeping under her bed, that if she were to carry that bag of bricks four miles each day, back and forth, then she could turn that bag of bricks into a tower, and that tower into a city, and that city into a country that held each animal ever created that they might prance in the freedom that only a child can give, and like a diabetic with his last vial of insulin, clutch that hope of a better tomorrow in her sweaty, cracked and bleeding palms, that one day all will be well. So you ask me what is the smell of hope?? I ask you, "How much does a bag of bricks weigh, and do you think you're strong enough to carry them, all the way into to fiery center of the Creator of the Universe's burning yet soothing heart??" This I truly and honestly believe!! Wonderful!!I dont care who;s fake account this is, its always awesome. And to the owner, ie: the story teller, I hope you plan on being the next Matt Stone. Link to post Share on other sites
southsidepoker 0 Posted March 13, 2008 Share Posted March 13, 2008 Welcome to the forums. Link to post Share on other sites
mclumpo 0 Posted March 13, 2008 Share Posted March 13, 2008 I, on the other hand, can be annoying. Especially if you decide to try and push me down only to find out that I really suck...I mean ALOT!!!.playmoney cocksuckin FTW!Have fun!THIS I honestly and truley BELIEVE!!WONDERFULL!!!! Link to post Share on other sites
Canadianpoker83 0 Posted March 13, 2008 Share Posted March 13, 2008 Turtles live in my butt.Welcome, though.I dunno why i found this funny?....................But it is Link to post Share on other sites
navybuttons 15 Posted March 13, 2008 Share Posted March 13, 2008 perhaps you'll like it here better:http://forumserver.twoplustwo.com/showthread.php?t=153172goodluck. Link to post Share on other sites
fatman 1 Posted March 13, 2008 Share Posted March 13, 2008 perhaps you'll like it here better:http://forumserver.twoplustwo.com/showthread.php?t=153172goodluck.lol Link to post Share on other sites
CBass1724 1 Posted March 13, 2008 Share Posted March 13, 2008 Fastidious in fortune, demoralized by despair, a young child carries a bag of bricks four miles each morning to a school house in a neighboring town. You may ask why, and the answer is as revealing as a trapeze artist dancing gleefully on a tightrope as the audience gasps in stark horror as they realize that a masked man stands ready to cut that rope and send Trapeze Tom (that's his name) to his fiery death in a pit of burning coal below. For you see this child knew something, something that even a rat in the sweltering August heat could never know. For a secret had been told unto her by that same masked man sleeping under her bed, that if she were to carry that bag of bricks four miles each day, back and forth, then she could turn that bag of bricks into a tower, and that tower into a city, and that city into a country that held each animal ever created that they might prance in the freedom that only a child can give, and like a diabetic with his last vial of insulin, clutch that hope of a better tomorrow in her sweaty, cracked and bleeding palms, that one day all will be well. So you ask me what is the smell of hope?? I ask you, "How much does a bag of bricks weigh, and do you think you're strong enough to carry them, all the way into to fiery center of the Creator of the Universe's burning yet soothing heart??" This I truly and honestly believe!! Wonderful!!OMGClayAiken!! Link to post Share on other sites
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