Originally posted by Kayless Argh! I hate this L337 sh!t. It’s the Internet equivalent of Jar Jar Bink’s Gungan dialect. Everyone who uses it should be summarily executed, all trace of their existence destroyed, and their seed wiped from the earth. Peace out.
Execute ? You're a bit harsh there. try tie them and play those Boybands album to rejuvenate their memory
Here where the flattering and mendacious swarm
Of lying epitaths their secrets keep,
At last incapable of further harm
The lewd forefathers of the village sleep.
Originally posted by KidD01 Execute ? You're a bit harsh there. try tie them and play those Boybands album to rejuvenate their memory
And people say I'm cruel and unusual!
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
well, a sadistic freak actually, but it comes down to the same thing...
Here where the flattering and mendacious swarm
Of lying epitaths their secrets keep,
At last incapable of further harm
The lewd forefathers of the village sleep.
Originally posted by Robnark well, a sadistic freak actually, but it comes down to the same thing...
I wonder how these superfluous rumors get started? Hmm, I suppose an evil dancing Frogspawn with visions of a capybara academy is bound to attract a little bad press.
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
my (metaphorical) father told me, while on his death bed, 'Son, never trust a dancing frog. Especially not a disco dancing one...'
i've lived by that advice, and it's served me well - mainly because it can be safely ignored in everyday life.
Here where the flattering and mendacious swarm
Of lying epitaths their secrets keep,
At last incapable of further harm
The lewd forefathers of the village sleep.
Whoa, very profound. On his deathbed, my (metaphorical) father told me the mole people were after him just before he vomited all over me... Now that I think about it, it's not quite as profound as yours.
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Originally posted by Aegis Umm... what happened to the L337?
Shh!
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Yessss! The sooner this cursed thread is closed the better!
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
It’s the Internet equivalent of Jar Jar Bink’s Gungan dialect. Everyone who uses it should be summarily executed, all trace of their existence destroyed, and their seed wiped from the earth.
Peace out.
Hmm, I suppose an evil dancing Frogspawn with visions of a capybara academy is bound to attract a little bad press. 
