Now, WHY THE FUCK AM I CALLED A FOROM-MUPPAT-YODA!
If no ones gonna be strait up with me here Im gonna do another Additions to the Lugaru 2: Health Meter
NO, not really, I am just kidding... but yea... please tell me
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BunnyWithStick
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I do not sound like yoda! Do I? 
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BunnyWithStick
- Gramps, Jr.
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Renegade_Turner
- Gramps
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Yeah, let's become painfully politically correct on this mothafucka. Someone change it because it's hurting my moral values! Oh please.
Lol he's called forom-muppat-yoda, as far as I can see, because of how he started off on the forums as a really hard to understand guy who mispelled 90% of what he typed (which he has fixed well). That's about what I can deduce from it.
Nerod...fastest member thus far to be nicknamed.
NickD...I'm sorry to say I do not get "Charlotte Bronté" either.
Lol he's called forom-muppat-yoda, as far as I can see, because of how he started off on the forums as a really hard to understand guy who mispelled 90% of what he typed (which he has fixed well). That's about what I can deduce from it.
Be careful what you wish for man. Lol!invertin wrote:.......This is what I get for asking for a title with something to do with my stik animations.
Nerod...fastest member thus far to be nicknamed.
NickD...I'm sorry to say I do not get "Charlotte Bronté" either.
hmm, yoda.... is a short wise man.nerodx wrote:lol, yoda...... yoda is short
And asperger syndrome.... is a little professor.
"Some people with AS do have learning disabilities; however, IQ tests may show normal or superior intelligence in diagnosed individuals..." hmm, just like yoda...
You know what Colicedus, your title is like the most cleverely formed title anyone has on this forum. That's awesome.
Brontë, Charlotte - b. 1816, d. 1854. Failed English governess and headmaster. Author of a few boring Victorian Gothic novels based on her boring life as a student and governess.
She had a bunch of sisters and a brother; when her mother realized what she'd done, she died. Most of her sisters died, too, probably realizing what a boring life lay ahead. Her brother was so bored he became a drug addict; not surprisingly, he died.
At the age of ten Little Char and her surviving sisters got a set of wooden soldiers. They made up a land called Angria and designed a game where the main character killed everyone else with a chainsaw when they pissed him off.
They offered a free demo of the game, hoping to make big bucks by selling the full version. Unfortunately, the fee for the game didn't even cover the cost of the soldiers, let alone inventing a reliable way to deliver dozens of wooden soldiers directly into the hands of little gamer geeks across Europe: another boring Brontë failure.
All it accomplished was to inspire some boring fanfic. Char-char was so depressed she tortured the wooden soldiers, finally throwing them in the wood stove, which exploded, killing a few more sisters.
Her father was so enraged he spanked and caned the Charster in front of her remaining sisters. This inspired one of them (it was the tall one; you know, the one with the boring name?), a secret admirer of the Marquis de Sade, to create a whole new genre: the English school bondage and discipline novel.
The wildly popular series brought wealth and fame to the family. However, Dad and Mistress Char were so embarrassed and jealous (respectively) that they both spanked and caned the successful author. (She liked it.)
Wanting to get in on the act, Charxxor and a few sisters tried their hand at poetry and novels. They left out the naughty bits out of fear of their father's disapproval (he had moved up to whips and chains: the tall sister was in seventh heaven), so they were boring.
The Charmeister spent some time traveling the continent. She had her dreams interpreted by a rude psychologist in Germany (he said they were boring), then toured Europe, Australia and New Zealand comparing breakfast foods.
A staunch Englishwoman, she always preferred English muffins and crumpets. However, in Belgium she discovered an intriguing new delicacy. She could never make up her mind what they reminded her of, going back and forth, so she called them "waffles." (She never visited the New World, out of fear of the dreaded "grits.")
Soon bored by breakfast, Charly Girl accepted a marriage proposal from a boring curate. Her father, originally violently opposed to the marriage (and you know what that means) had recently had a full set of evening clothes made for himself, entirely out of latex. This proved so restrictive to his movements that the only sister he could catch was the tall one with the boring name (she only pretended to try to escape).
No longer frightened of her father's wrath (she thought he was a hoot in his goofy suit) Charmin' Char married the Rev. Soon she was expecting a little bun in the oven, but got pneumonia instead. Since her life was so boring, she figured this was as good a way out as any, so she didn't fight it.
Ho Lotta Charm died in Haworth, leaving a bunch of bored and boring sisters and assorted relatives and fans. Her last words were, "N00B!1!"
She had a bunch of sisters and a brother; when her mother realized what she'd done, she died. Most of her sisters died, too, probably realizing what a boring life lay ahead. Her brother was so bored he became a drug addict; not surprisingly, he died.
At the age of ten Little Char and her surviving sisters got a set of wooden soldiers. They made up a land called Angria and designed a game where the main character killed everyone else with a chainsaw when they pissed him off.
They offered a free demo of the game, hoping to make big bucks by selling the full version. Unfortunately, the fee for the game didn't even cover the cost of the soldiers, let alone inventing a reliable way to deliver dozens of wooden soldiers directly into the hands of little gamer geeks across Europe: another boring Brontë failure.
All it accomplished was to inspire some boring fanfic. Char-char was so depressed she tortured the wooden soldiers, finally throwing them in the wood stove, which exploded, killing a few more sisters.
Her father was so enraged he spanked and caned the Charster in front of her remaining sisters. This inspired one of them (it was the tall one; you know, the one with the boring name?), a secret admirer of the Marquis de Sade, to create a whole new genre: the English school bondage and discipline novel.
The wildly popular series brought wealth and fame to the family. However, Dad and Mistress Char were so embarrassed and jealous (respectively) that they both spanked and caned the successful author. (She liked it.)
Wanting to get in on the act, Charxxor and a few sisters tried their hand at poetry and novels. They left out the naughty bits out of fear of their father's disapproval (he had moved up to whips and chains: the tall sister was in seventh heaven), so they were boring.
The Charmeister spent some time traveling the continent. She had her dreams interpreted by a rude psychologist in Germany (he said they were boring), then toured Europe, Australia and New Zealand comparing breakfast foods.
A staunch Englishwoman, she always preferred English muffins and crumpets. However, in Belgium she discovered an intriguing new delicacy. She could never make up her mind what they reminded her of, going back and forth, so she called them "waffles." (She never visited the New World, out of fear of the dreaded "grits.")
Soon bored by breakfast, Charly Girl accepted a marriage proposal from a boring curate. Her father, originally violently opposed to the marriage (and you know what that means) had recently had a full set of evening clothes made for himself, entirely out of latex. This proved so restrictive to his movements that the only sister he could catch was the tall one with the boring name (she only pretended to try to escape).
No longer frightened of her father's wrath (she thought he was a hoot in his goofy suit) Charmin' Char married the Rev. Soon she was expecting a little bun in the oven, but got pneumonia instead. Since her life was so boring, she figured this was as good a way out as any, so she didn't fight it.
Ho Lotta Charm died in Haworth, leaving a bunch of bored and boring sisters and assorted relatives and fans. Her last words were, "N00B!1!"
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Viking Zippy
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