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[Toffee]

I'd totally help, but I'm kinda preoccupied at the moment. And I don't feel like running around in circles looking for a pokemon that only has a 5% chance of appearing. *Cough*

Breed your starter/rare pokemon and put it up on the GTS, asking an Eevee in return.

Oh yeah, this always works too.

Yeah, 5 percent chance is too low for me and I'd rather use that time to spam call Nancy until I get her Spiritomb.
I'm already putting up an Oshawott for a Snivy, but it seems people aren't biting.


On another note (Again), this my Absolute favorite theme in the whole history of pokemon!

[Muffin]

Wow
And it's not even a battle theme.

[Toffee]

Wow
And it's not even a battle theme.

IKR? it awesum!

How far are you in the game Mudmud?

I've thought it was something along those lines but I never really thought about how deep the message Nintendo and Game Freak were trying to imply.

[Kiss x Miz]

Wow
And it's not even a battle theme.

That's like saying hookers represent the freedom in this world.

[Muffin]

IKR? it awesum!

How far are you in the game Mudmud?

Oh, I still don't have the game yet...
My sister does have a copy of White 2, though. She just beat Clay and is currently traversing that electric cave dungeon thing.

[Kiss x Miz]

Slightly inspired by someone elses idea and by curiousity:

I wonder, what do you guys do?

[Mr.PowPow]

I'm getting Pokemon Black 2 tomorrow, woop!

[Muffin]

Done.

I'm getting Pokemon Black 2 tomorrow, woop!

I hate you.

[Mr.PowPow]

I hate you.

but I love you T_T

[Muffin]

I hate you.

but I love you T_T

Oh, and by hate, I mean NV.

[Mr.PowPow]

I hate you.

but I love you T_T

Oh, and by hate, I mean NV.

Naamloze vennootschap?

[Muffin]

I hate you.

but I love you T_T

Oh, and by hate, I mean NV.

Naamloze vennootschap?

Yes, I naamloze vennootschap you.

[Kiss x Miz]

Exactly, NV.. I have an exam in 1 or 2 weeks about vennootschapsvormen.

[Apokura]

Muddy, promise me that if you ever become a Mod, you'll change your own rank to Mudderator.

[Muffin]

Muddy, promise me that if you ever become a Mod, you'll change your own rank to Mudderator.

THAT SOUNDS AWESOME.
Too bad 'll never become a mod.
But, if the planets align on top of me during a blue moon occurring on a solar eclipse on my birthday that coincides with new years, I'll change my rank to Mudderator!

[senpai_FisT]

I don't know why the internet hates raisins..I love raisins..

[Toffee]

Okay, let me tell you guys an interesting story that happened to me not too long ago.

Just as I finished posting this:

IKR? it awesum!

How far are you in the game Mudmud?

I've thought it was something along those lines but I never really thought about how deep the message Nintendo and Game Freak were trying to imply.

I decided to check on the laundry in the basement.
Now, I live in an apartment and thus, have to bring 2 hampers, my own detergents and fabric softeners and around $2 worth of coins, as the feudal lord of the area, enforces an iron-fisted rule over the washing machines and dryers.
Now, in all the hullabaloo of loading, sorting, soap pouring, and coin inserting, my brain has conveniently chosen to forget about unlocking the door for ease of re-entry, or bring my keys to the apartment.
Needless to say, I found myself barred from my apartment and was robbed of my reunion to my not-so-comfortable chair in front of my slow-as-dirt computer, and my not-quite-appetizing sandwich for lunch.
I cursed the gods of fate. Then sat around for about 20 minutes just staring at the door.

I decided to embark to my uncle's house, just four houses away, to meditate upon my actions, grab some lunch and wait for my brothers' return, hoping against hope that at least one of them bothered to remember to bring their keys.
It was 2:30 in the afternoon. It was around 43 degrees F (6 degrees C) and I had naught but a thin t-shirt, pajama bottoms and a pair of slippers for protection.
I stood just inside the apartment's entrance door, cursing the gods, and summoned my courage.
I grabbed the handle, threw open the door and bravely walked into the scrotum-clenching cold. Oh, and it was raining.

I marched on, stoically enduring the wind and rain until at last I reached the end of my 23 second quest. I knocked on the door and was greeted by my aunt. I explained my dire situation to her and pleaded sanctuary. She cheerfully invited me in with a smile, but the look of pity and laughter in her eyes shall forever haunt me.
My aunt had errands to run so she left after I arrived, entrusting me with temporary dominion over her house.
So I just hung around watching TV till 5:30 PM.

TO BE CONTINUED

[Mr.PowPow]

I love raisins too <3

[senpai_FisT]

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Knick knack, new Skyrim expansion has been announced.

[Mr.PowPow]

Face down, hands up. That's the way we like to-...uhhhhh, politely engage in sexual reproduction.

[senpai_FisT]

And here is a fine piece from the vintage arpegi collection.

[Mr.PowPow]

And here is a fine piece from the vintage arpegi collection.

Oh the memories~

[dark 5FVD]

and once again it is verry quiet on arpegi

[Muffin]

Okay, let me tell you guys an interesting story that happened to me not too long ago.

Just as I finished posting this:

IKR? it awesum!

How far are you in the game Mudmud?

I've thought it was something along those lines but I never really thought about how deep the message Nintendo and Game Freak were trying to imply.

I decided to check on the laundry in the basement.
Now, I live in an apartment and thus, have to bring 2 hampers, my own detergents and fabric softeners and around $2 worth of coins, as the feudal lord of the area, enforces an iron-fisted rule over the washing machines and dryers.
Now, in all the hullabaloo of loading, sorting, soap pouring, and coin inserting, my brain has conveniently chosen to forget about unlocking the door for ease of re-entry, or bring my keys to the apartment.
Needless to say, I found myself barred from my apartment and was robbed of my reunion to my not-so-comfortable chair in front of my slow-as-dirt computer, and my not-quite-appetizing sandwich for lunch.
I cursed the gods of fate. Then sat around for about 20 minutes just staring at the door.

I decided to embark to my uncle's house, just four houses away, to meditate upon my actions, grab some lunch and wait for my brothers' return, hoping against hope that at least one of them bothered to remember to bring their keys.
It was 2:30 in the afternoon. It was around 43 degrees F (6 degrees C) and I had naught but a thin t-shirt, pajama bottoms and a pair of slippers for protection.
I stood just inside the apartment's entrance door, cursing the gods, and summoned my courage.
I grabbed the handle, threw open the door and bravely walked into the scrotum-clenching cold. Oh, and it was raining.

I marched on, stoically enduring the wind and rain until at last I reached the end of my 23 second quest. I knocked on the door and was greeted by my aunt. I explained my dire situation to her and pleaded sanctuary. She cheerfully invited me in with a smile, but the look of pity and laughter in her eyes shall forever haunt me.
My aunt had errands to run so she left after I arrived, entrusting me with temporary dominion over her house.
So I just hung around watching TV till 5:30 PM.

TO BE CONTINUED

You sir, are one courageous bastard.
You shall forever have my respect from now until the end of time.

[Toffee]

Okay, let me tell you guys an interesting story that happened to me not too long ago.

Just as I finished posting this:

IKR? it awesum!

How far are you in the game Mudmud?

I've thought it was something along those lines but I never really thought about how deep the message Nintendo and Game Freak were trying to imply.

I decided to check on the laundry in the basement.
Now, I live in an apartment and thus, have to bring 2 hampers, my own detergents and fabric softeners and around $2 worth of coins, as the feudal lord of the area, enforces an iron-fisted rule over the washing machines and dryers.
Now, in all the hullabaloo of loading, sorting, soap pouring, and coin inserting, my brain has conveniently chosen to forget about unlocking the door for ease of re-entry, or bring my keys to the apartment.
Needless to say, I found myself barred from my apartment and was robbed of my reunion to my not-so-comfortable chair in front of my slow-as-dirt computer, and my not-quite-appetizing sandwich for lunch.
I cursed the gods of fate. Then sat around for about 20 minutes just staring at the door.

I decided to embark to my uncle's house, just four houses away, to meditate upon my actions, grab some lunch and wait for my brothers' return, hoping against hope that at least one of them bothered to remember to bring their keys.
It was 2:30 in the afternoon. It was around 43 degrees F (6 degrees C) and I had naught but a thin t-shirt, pajama bottoms and a pair of slippers for protection.
I stood just inside the apartment's entrance door, cursing the gods, and summoned my courage.
I grabbed the handle, threw open the door and bravely walked into the scrotum-clenching cold. Oh, and it was raining.

I marched on, stoically enduring the wind and rain until at last I reached the end of my 23 second quest. I knocked on the door and was greeted by my aunt. I explained my dire situation to her and pleaded sanctuary. She cheerfully invited me in with a smile, but the look of pity and laughter in her eyes shall forever haunt me.
My aunt had errands to run so she left after I arrived, entrusting me with temporary dominion over her house.
So I just hung around watching TV till 5:30 PM.

TO BE CONTINUED

You sir, are one courageous bastard.
You shall forever have my respect from now until the end of time.

The rest of the story is far less grander than that, and way more pathetic.

Long story short, my brothers came home, but guess what? No keys. So we just stood in the stairwell leading to our apartment staring into nothingness until a neighbor passed by, asked what was up and offered us the telephone number to the apartment owner's cellphone. We waited an hour, the landlord came with a spare key, and the rest is history.