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halloween candy bag! i'm 15, which is too old to be trick or treating, but it was my last year anyway. my cell was in the bag, so i called the cops. i really don't care, i just think it's pathetic that someone would go to that trouble for some candy.

ell oh ell. Heck no techno 01:26, 1 November 2007 (UTC)

If you phone was in the bag, which was stolen, how did you call the cops? Sounds mighty fishy to me. Why didn't your older brother, RabbiTechno protect you? Was he out getting drunk with his loser friends again? Did he steal the bag? Please indicate on the doll where the bad man touched you. <Non sequitur> Sir Modusoperandi Boinc! 05:02, 1 November 2007 (UTC)
Now you don't have to tediously text message all your boring friends about your boring school day. Shame about the candy though. Sir Groovester | Contributions | Talk Page 06:10, 1 November 2007 (UTC)
We were coming back home from trick or treating (my friend and I) and I felt someone grab my bag from behind. At first I thought it was just someone I knew and they were kidding, but it was some kid, and he ran off. My friend thinks more quickly than me (big surprise) and she ran after him yelling "HEY!" Stupidly I left my friend and ran around the corner to my own neighborhood, where I saw the mother of this kid I used to play with when I was little getting ready to go back inside. I ran up to her and some other people yelling that someone stole my stuff, and she thrust a phone into my hand from her niece, and she told me to call 911. I did, and told them what happened. My friend got back and said she couldn't find them, so we decided to use her cell phone to call my phone just to see if they'd pick up. They did, and the kid I knew's mom took the phone and started yelling at the kid. Apparently they were going to leave the bag at some street corner, so we called the cops back and told them where they'd be, and they said they'd send an officer out. I ran back to my house where my friend told my mom what happened, and the doorbell rang a little while later, which was that kid I knew's mom telling us that the police called her niece's phone back and said they had surrounded the area but they didn't see the bag or the kids. We had heard sirens earlier, so my guess is that they heard them and took off. So now my phone is deactivated, my candy is gone, and I'm missing a pillowcase. The end. Heck no techno
"...and I felt someone grab my bag from behind..." *giggle* Sir Modusoperandi Boinc! 20:57, 1 November 2007 (UTC)
LOL, I should have written that more carefully, having grown up around so many guys and hanging out with guy friends...>__< Heck no techno
Ah, our wonderful police force in action. Thank goodness they had the good sense to send out an entire squadron to recover a bag of candy. Shame the kids got away, though. Unsolicited conversation Extravagant beauty PEEING 23:20, 1 November 2007 (UTC) I hope you failed your creative writing class.
Why is everyone being so mean to me? It's true, it happened, my bag had my cell phone, sunglasses, flashlight, and more in it than just candy, and they surely didn't sent out a whole squadron. They probably wouldn't have sent any cops if I hadn't sounded so damned scared on the phone. I made it sound so much worse than it was. Heck no techno
"Mean"? This isn't mean, this is pretty darn civil. What, didja think we were only funny when writing articles, and came to the Off-Topic forum to be serious and solemn? We're the people you know in real life who never stop being silly. Ever. Especially Modusoperandi. C'mon man, painting the old folks' home neon purple wasn't that funny. --The Acceptable Thinking cap small.png Cainad Sacred Chao.png (Fnord) 03:53, 2 November 2007 (UTC)
On its own, no. But in combination with the acid it was hilarious. Sir Modusoperandi Boinc! 04:04, 2 November 2007 (UTC)
"I hope you failed your creative writing class." ? Heck no techno
I'll admit that one stumped me as well. --The Acceptable Thinking cap small.png Cainad Sacred Chao.png (Fnord) 17:46, 2 November 2007 (UTC)
He was implying that you are a lying scoundrel. Are you a lying scoundrel? - P.M., WotM, & GUN, Sir Led Balloon Baloon.gif(Tick Tock) (Contribs) 18:55, Nov 2
I'm afraid I am not a lying scoundrel. That is why I asked why "everyone" was being so mean to me.

Even though it was just the one guy. Even though it only IMPLIED. Whatever. Like I said (or maybe I didn't SAY it, but you must have deducted it by now), I'm dramatic. Heck no techno

Good God, that's not supposed to be your sig, is it? Quick, read this before something really bad happens to you. Oh, and apparently now it's eating my posts. - P.M., WotM, & GUN, Sir Led Balloon Baloon.gif(Tick Tock) (Contribs) 23:40, Nov 2
Maybe you should change classes to creative programming. Unsolicited conversation Extravagant beauty PEEING 00:32, 3 November 2007 (UTC) I'm such an ass. Too hot. Jumping...jacks. Sir Modusoperandi Boinc! 01:16, 3 November 2007 (UTC)
Modus...taking off...clothes, doing...jumping jacks. Eyes...burning. Yet...strangely...aroused. - P.M., WotM, & GUN, Sir Led Balloon Baloon.gif(Tick Tock) (Contribs) 03:32, Nov 3
Don't worry, I've contained the rampaging signature. At least for now. Just a broken tag, you doofuses. And now that you no longer have a flimsy excuse to do naked jumping jacks, please put your clothes back on. Sir Groovester | Contributions | Talk Page 04:48, 3 November 2007 (UTC)
No. Sir Modusoperandi Boinc! 06:08, 3 November 2007 (UTC)
It's not my sig, and I won't do that again. It's just that at the time I posted that I didn't have a user page, and my eyes were aggravated by looking at the redlink caused by my sig. But it's all good now. In fact, I'm removing the...monstrosity. I don't want something really bad to happen to me. Heck no techno


We didn't have your fancy "telephones"! If you needed to tell somebody something, by gum, you had to write them, using the POSTAL SERVICE! And no, I'm not talking about some fancypants indie electronica band or whatever that damn punk tried to tell me it was. Even if you lived next door, you had to carefully compose a LETTER using a QUILL and an INK WELL, and then stick it in an ENVELOPE and place a STAMP on it (which you had to LICK to make stay, not like the girly stickers you youth use now), wait for the Pony Express to come and pick it up, take it to the Post Office to sort out, and then deliver to your next-door neighbor about two weeks later, by which time whatever QUESTION you may have ASKED has already become IRRELEVANT!!!! I missed out on MARRYING THE GIRL OF MY DREAMS CUZ OF THAT SYSTEM!!!! You kids have no idea how easy you have it...-- » Sir Savethemooses Grand Commanding Officer ... holla atcha boy» 08:45, 5 November 2007 (UTC)

LMAO. I like the Postal Service. The band, that is. Our mailman is kinda creepy. He's realllll skinny, his hair is longer than mine (I'm a girl) and he has a beard. *shudder* Heck no techno
...So, he'd be less creepy if he was a fatty with long hair and a beard? Or a short-haired, bearded skinny guy? Or a beardless skinny guy with long hair? Or a hairless fat man? Were you raised in a world of long-haired women, short-haired, clean-shaven men, and white picket fences?! Huh?! 'Cause I'd sure like to live there; then I wouldn't have to meet any weirdos.
Just kidding. --The Acceptable Thinking cap small.png Cainad Sacred Chao.png (Fnord) 06:23, 6 November 2007 (UTC)
Who are these "weirdos" you speak of? Unsolicited conversation Extravagant beauty PEEING 23:34, 6 November 2007 (UTC)
My friends, family, and most of my close acquaintances. Oh, and the guy who lives under your sink. --The Acceptable Thinking cap small.png Cainad Sacred Chao.png (Fnord) 02:49, 7 November 2007 (UTC)
Would it kill you to vacuum in here once in a while? Guy who lives under Boomer's sink 03:00, 7 November 2007 (UTC)
"Were you raised in a world of long-haired women, short-haired, clean-shaven men, and white picket fences?! Huh?!" Haha, no. He just...comes up to the porch, and when it's warm out (which it isn't anymore but he STILL creeps me out) I leave the screen door open, and he just...stares into the house at me while I'm watching TV! I'm like "OK you did the you can go..."

And then after a while he attempted light conversation, but it was not at all like it should go. He was like, "So, get anything interesting in the mail lately?" And all that did was lead me to believe he put anthrax in my magazines or something, and he's just...weird. You have to really know someone like that to fully get it, i guess. Heck no techno