My last post...

[FISH'N'WOLFE]

I knew it was an AF joke after reading the first line.

 

[Vic Romano]

Ha ha! Sugarbritchez called you a butthead!

 

[sugarbritchez]

Ha ha! Sugarbritchez called you a butthead!

That is one title in this case that is well deserved!

LOL

 

[Fozzie Bear]

Anyone who believed me, April Fools! Anyone who didn't, may say the same to me.

Where's King Agrippa when I want him to handle someone (around the neck) for me...

 

[Beauregard]

Noooooooo! Don't give me the King Agrippa treatment...

 

[practicecactus]

What?..it was a joke?....

How did I do Beauregaurd?

 

[mikebennidict]

Hello.

Gosh, wow. I really can't think of the right words to say. The right way to put this.

First off, I really do love you guys. Like a family. Honestly. I do. And it's not because of any of you that I choose to do this.

But, you see. None of this is real. It's false, like touching a reflection in a golden pond that ripples.

The Muppets, I believe in. I know they'll go on, and I'll continue to love them.

But, the fact is, I have a life. A real life. And I can feel it slipping away faster and faster each day as I become sucked into this false world.

Every minute, every second, I find myself desperatly checking MC. Is there a new post?

And it went beyond that. I check MSN, and Yahoo. Who's online? I have to speak to someone. Then I spend an hour talking about nothing.

The fact is, I tired before. Taking a week off. A month. It dosn't work. I come right back. I sneak a glance, and get obsorbed into the system like a snake slipping through a trap.

The fact is, I am leaving. For good. Completly. I won't be able to talk to any of you on Chat. Or see you again.

I wish I could. but I can't.

I love you all.

Forever in memory,
Bea{Mwoo. Mwoo. Never forget. The rest are only moos.}regard

think he's being silly.

 

[Beauregard]

What?..it was a joke?....

How did I do Beauregaurd?

Thanks for your help, PC.

 

[beaker]

Every minute, every second, I find myself desperatly checking MC. Is there a new post?

And it went beyond that. I check MSN, and Yahoo. Who's online? I have to speak to someone. Then I spend an hour talking about nothing.

It's called balance kid. For all those people hoplessly stuck on the net or retarded MMORPG's levelling up all day against orcs...there is a magical porta, that leads to the wonderous outside world. It's called a door. Ya can come back in and check what ya need to online when you return from said magical world.
Balance folks, balance.

 

[Beauregard]

It's called balance kid. For all those people hoplessly stuck on the net or retarded MMORPG's levelling up all day against orcs...there is a magical porta, that leads to the wonderous outside world. It's called a door. Ya can come back in and check what ya need to online when you return from said magical world.
Balance folks, balance.

Beaker. It was an april fool.