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I honestly can't believe I made it as long as I did. I was WAY too nice starting Day 2 I can't believe that didn't arise more suspicion.
Hakunah played a hell of a game for a rookie
I thought you were being too nice, but I don't remember playing with you, so I thought you were maybe just that charming. You should use some of that on the chicks at school. They'll flock to you. Nice work Bacon.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
i was drinking all that sweet sweet bacon grease before i realized he was mafia.
Best quote of the game!!
Fuckin' Bacon. I knew it. This is how I have come into most of the bad decisions I've made in my life. Letting boys who I knew were bad talk me into shit
Bonzai, I think that you did swell. Wrong guesses still clear the innocent. Nice job!
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Bacon, LLL, and SFA, sorry for the attacks. It was part of our strategy from the start. I did not mean any of it.
What a load of poop. Your strategy from the start was to compromise the mafia by being so absolutely obvious about it? Or did you think being an abrasive jerkstore would somehow work in your favor? And you absolutely lied many times. You should be a revisionist history writer or something.
Good job Bacon and Hakuna. Bacon slowly made himself look a little shady but I'm pretty sure I would have fallen for the Bacon juice or whatever too. I'm glad I wasn't in Mike's shoes.
Bonnie you did fine. At least you stayed alive 3 round and help clear some players. It almost paid off.
LLL good work putting things together at the last minute. That was quite an accomplishment and it almost worked.
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I honestly can't believe I made it as long as I did. I was WAY too nice starting Day 2 I can't believe that didn't arise more suspicion.
Hakunah played a hell of a game for a rookie
I thought you were being too nice, but I don't remember playing with you, so I thought you were maybe just that charming. You should use some of that on the chicks at school. They'll flock to you. Nice work Bacon.
This what I imagine when I'm playing with mafia Bacon...
Aslo, get well soon EAP. Thanks for reffing. We all love ya!!
Last Edit: Apr 26, 2012 16:57:23 GMT -5 by Deleted - Back to Top
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
I thought you were being too nice, but I don't remember playing with you, so I thought you were maybe just that charming. You should use some of that on the chicks at school. They'll flock to you. Nice work Bacon.
This what I imagine when I'm playing with mafia Bacon...
Aslo, get well soon EAP. Thanks for reffing. We all love ya!!
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
salt·y [sawl-tee] Show IPA adjective, salt·i·er, salt·i·est. 1. tasting of or containing salt; saline. 2. piquant; sharp; witty. 3. racy or coarse: salty humor. 4. of the sea, sailing, or life at sea. Origin: 1400–50; late Middle English; see salt1 , -y1
I am guessing she was referring to your username and was calling you a seal since seals are superfurryanimals from the sea, but I could be wrong.
Roo, if you pull that silent and not paying attention crap next game, I swear I am going to keep voting for you out of spite.
I know I know but if we get a few nice days around here I'm technologically dead to the world. And on the weekend it's all work. I like playing but get overwhelmed by massive posts.
salt·y [sawl-tee] Show IPA adjective, salt·i·er, salt·i·est. 1. tasting of or containing salt; saline. 2. piquant; sharp; witty. 3. racy or coarse: salty humor. 4. of the sea, sailing, or life at sea. Origin: 1400–50; late Middle English; see salt1 , -y1
I am guessing she was referring to your username and was calling you a seal since seals are superfurryanimals from the sea, but I could be wrong.
Folks, you forget that I work in da hood. I don't run off of Webster's, I run off of Urban.
1. Salty: A word originating in Philadelphia generally meaning that you just got played, or are looking stupid, either because of something you did, or something that was done to you.
"Did you get her number? NO. aw man, youre feelin salty!! (everyone laughs)"
2. Salty: pissed, upset
"She was salty because she lost the game."
3. Salty: Upset, embarrassed or indignant as a result of humiliation or wrong-doing by another person. Salty was most often heard in Chicago up to about the mid-nineties.
"I completely forgot about our plans and she was waiting around for like an hour; now's she's all salty."
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
