SuperLounge & Clois

[InCali]

People like to comment on things that no one understands.

 

[Perfect Cell]

I don't want you to leave, I want you to join with us. Take my hand. Don't take Reek's, it's a trap.

 

[InCali]

Even though I'm anal and needy, I would never take Reek's hand. First of all, he's completely untrustworthy and, even more importantly, I think he has terrible body odor.

 

[Perfect Cell]

I'm gonna be honest, I don't really think the late-night convos are that random and indecipherable. They're just usually quotes from movies and ****, we're not complicated people. Sometimes Reek mentions camels but I don't know what to tell you about that.

 

[Reek]

Interesting turn of events... Months ago "go away Reek!" ... no progress. Months later... Reek returns with a playlist that makes Kanes signatures look like a waffle house jukebox... and theres still whining?

Fine. Let's talk about Blurays we will never watch... or hey... we could get political or PC and fit in.

Until then... I leave you with this... You have to play ping pong for 12 hours to lose 1 pound.

 

[Perfect Cell]

Interesting turn of events... Months ago "go away Reek!" ... no progress. Months later... Reek returns with a playlist that makes Kanes signatures look like a waffle house jukebox... and theres still whining?

Fine. Let's talk about Blurays we will never watch... or hey... we could get political or PC and fit in.

Until then... I leave you with this... You have to play ping pong for 12 hours to lose 1 pound.

PLAY PING PONG WITH ME, DAMMIT. Don't you leave again.

 

[ComicChick]

ouch. shots fired

 

[squeekness]

I want to point out that we still haven't reached 1000 posts in this thread, and it was started back in February. Also, coincidentally, most of the night crew has taken extended breaks from posting in the lounge during that time. During which people were free to post about whatever they wanted without being surrounded by our "weirdness". And they didn't. It's almost like this thread grinds to a halt without us. Curiouser and curiouser.

I admit that while I read here, I don't post as much because in reality I'm a frightful bore. I don't even recognize half the shows you youngins talk about.

 

[Roose Bolton]

Interesting turn of events... Months ago "go away Reek!" ... no progress. Months later... Reek returns with a playlist that makes Kanes signatures look like a waffle house jukebox... and theres still whining?

Fine. Let's talk about Blurays we will never watch... or hey... we could get political or PC and fit in.

Until then... I leave you with this... You have to play ping pong for 12 hours to lose 1 pound.

 

[Black Narcissus]

Interview with A Bald Man

Bald @C. Lee : I'm flesh and blood, but hairless, like a skinned rabbit. I haven't had hair on me for 200 years. Please, how shall I put you at ease? Shall we begin like David Copperfield? 'I am born...I grew up.' Or shall we begin when I was born to darkness, as I call it? That's really where we should start, don't you think?...1931 was the year it happened. I was 16. Younger than you are now. But times were different then. I was a man at that age. The master of a large women's shoes factory, just south of New Orleans. I had lost my wife a year prior to some british dandy with well coiffed hair. I would've been happy to join them. I couldn't bear the pain of loss. I longed to be released from it. I wanted to lose it all: my wealth, my estate, my sanity....but not my irish red hair, I longed for death. I know that now. I invited it. A release from the pain of living. My invitation was open to anyone. To the lady of the night at my side. To the pimp that followed. But it was a pink-Nosferatu like hairless man that accepted.
That morning I was not yet a bald man, and I saw my last sunrise with hair. I remember it completely, and yet I can't recall any before it. I watched the whole magnificence of the dawn for the last time as if it were the first. And then I said farewell to combs and gels, and set out to become what I became. Bald. How do we bald men seem to you? I buy vintage toupes on the occasions they cross my path. But all my passion went with my golden red hair. I'm a spirit of preternatural flesh. Detached. Unchangeable. Bald.

 

[InCali]

Interesting turn of events... Months ago "go away Reek!" ... no progress. Months later... Reek returns with a playlist that makes Kanes signatures look like a waffle house jukebox... and theres still whining?

Fine. Let's talk about Blurays we will never watch... or hey... we could get political or PC and fit in.

Until then... I leave you with this... You have to play ping pong for 12 hours to lose 1 pound.

You didn’t protect us from.....them

 

[KRYPTON INC.]

You didn’t protect us from.....them

To be fair to Reek I wouldn't give most of us a chance against giant ants.

They were... HUGE.

I still find ant guts randomly. Thank God for @Roose Bolton 's time with the French Foreign Legion. Yes... It was a part of establishing a heroin network, but those bomb making skills came in handy.

 

[KRYPTON INC.]

If any of the regulars gave my last podcast a listen I would love some feedback. I think we had a good guest and a great conversation.

 

[Perfect Cell]

To be fair to Reek I wouldn't give most of us a chance against giant ants.

They were... HUGE.

I still find ant guts randomly. Thank God for @Roose Bolton 's time with the French Foreign Legion. Yes... It was a part of establishing a heroin network, but those bomb making skills came in handy.

I thought it was that swarm of Godzilla fans from another site who descended upon us en masse, hungry for spoilers. But nothing could satisfy them.

 

[Roose Bolton]

It was in the mid-to-late 80s, our battalion was called ‘Les Spectre de St. Pierre', and we were based out of Morocco. We dabbled in arms and heroin, selling it to the Soviets and doing our part to undermine the Reds morale by addicting them to the poppy. They paid us in gold bullion stolen from the Nazis after the fall of Berlin.

But then one day our platoon was lost in a sandstorm and we were ambushed. I took a bullet to the chest and was left for dead. And indeed I would have died, except that I am the one man in a million whose heart is on the right side instead of the left. I took the opportunity to start again, and since trying to get Nazi gold through international customs proved challenging I traded it all for rare stamps that would be easily transportable and still retain its value. This had the dual quality of preserving the price against inflation.

Later I purchased an island off the coast of Japan that was home to a rare species of bird. I quickly established a guano business and was soon selling fertiliser an extortionate rates. After 14 years I accumulate a considerable fortune which I then applied to the field of technology. With the coming of the digital age I invested in hacking software and like a beautiful parasite inserted myself into several large corporations and intelligence agencies, keeping myself keyed into the major power moves of the 21st Century.

Soon preparations will be complete and my final plan will be unveiled to the world at large. The complete and total extinction of the snail race.

 

[Reek]

ouch. shots fired

ComicHan shot first.

 

[Reek]

I watched VIRTUOSITY for the first time in... 20 years or so... its Russ-El's best work.

 

[InCali]

To be fair to Reek I wouldn't give most of us a chance against giant ants.

They were... HUGE.

I still find ant guts randomly. Thank God for @Roose Bolton 's time with the French Foreign Legion. Yes... It was a part of establishing a heroin network, but those bomb making skills came in handy.

It was a heartless act. Good thing I have poodles.

 

[Perfect Cell]

I watched VIRTUOSITY for the first time in... 20 years or so... its Russ-El's best work.

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What a cast. Denzel. Crowe. That guy from the opening of Dark Knight. Kaley Cuoco. Hitters, every one.

 

[KRYPTON INC.]

It was a heartless act. Good thing I have poodles.

You'd just buckle under to the insect menace Cali?

I thought you were made of sterner stuff.

Who got to you?

The Centipedes?

It was those Murder Wasps, wasn't it?

 

[Reek]

I am far from heartless. So much ***** got it fallin out the pocket.

 

[Reek]

It was in the mid-to-late 80s, our battalion was called ‘Les Spectre de St. Pierre', and we were based out of Morocco. We dabbled in arms and heroin, selling it to the Soviets and doing our part to undermine the Reds morale by addicting them to the poppy. They paid us in gold bullion stolen from the Nazis after the fall of Berlin.

But then one day our platoon was lost in a sandstorm and we were ambushed. I took a bullet to the chest and was left for dead. And indeed I would have died, except that I am the one man in a million whose heart is on the right side instead of the left. I took the opportunity to start again, and since trying to get Nazi gold through international customs proved challenging I traded it all for rare stamps that would be easily transportable and still retain its value. This had the dual quality of preserving the price against inflation.

Later I purchased an island off the coast of Japan that was home to a rare species of bird. I quickly established a guano business and was soon selling fertiliser an extortionate rates. After 14 years I accumulate a considerable fortune which I then applied to the field of technology. With the coming of the digital age I invested in hacking software and like a beautiful parasite inserted myself into several large corporations and intelligence agencies, keeping myself keyed into the major power moves of the 21st Century.

Soon preparations will be complete and my final plan will be unveiled to the world at large. The complete and total extinction of the snail race.

I just now read this in it's entirety. I wish you hadn't brought up that business in Morocco.

 

[Roose Bolton]

One day, we’ll finish what we started and destroy the French.

 

[Reek]

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?

 

[Roose Bolton]

Oui madame