I have vague memories of your avatar.

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"I think people should be allowed to do anything they want. We haven't tried that for a while. Maybe this time it'll work. " -George Carlin

"Tri-Chora-Dethal-John-Smith-Copper-Non-Porcupine-Man-Cobba-Wobba..."
-Joshua Jackson On science terms in Fringe

Herro!

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Pwnd.

Why does your avatar look so...familiar...?

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You kids get off my lawn!


_{"We do not discriminate on the basis of physical handicap. "
-The Ku Klux Klan's Official Website}

Imma stare at ur icon fer a while mm'kay? @__@ Ish teh awesomeness...*stares at it*

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Moved.

Okay, so, yer avatar is INVADING MY DREAMS.

So it's like this. It was in my house. Except it spoke with the voice of Jackson-film-Gollum and had several of his mannerisms and such. And he wanted us to cook him - not cook him DINNER, but to boil him alive in giant pot as some sort of ritual, but he had VERY. PRECISE. INSTRUCTIONS about how he was to be cooked, involving "NO SUGAAAAAR!" and we had to whack the pot with dried spaghetti noodles and hogtie him in a very specific way with particular ropes, and then boil him. ._. But of course me and my mom had this PLOT as to how we were going to SABOTAGE the boiling ritual, so we of course added sugar and it made him like, shrivel up in the pot like some totally messed-up alien corpse or something, like ET when he was really sick right before the CIA men in the suits came to get him? Yeah. Kinda like that. Bizarre, shriveled little tied-up ashy-white thing in a giant pot on our stove. D:

Damn, how I LOVE my freakish dreams, even when they scare the hell out of me. Or they SHOULD. For some reason I just found this all HI-LARIOUS, when by all rights I should've been, like. Pants-peeing-ly terrified.

Anyway...

TL;DR = GET THE HELL OUT OF MY DREAMS. D: Ye scary, scary, sexy man.