tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641117460836445414.post1014092631881455094..comments2023-09-11T01:25:45.796-07:00Comments on Endless Corners: The Path Part 10: Memories that Could have been avoided.MrIncognitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06485670713300345127noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641117460836445414.post-83001605747419534952013-07-31T06:24:45.093-07:002013-07-31T06:24:45.093-07:00I'll pass on the message that you're disap...I'll pass on the message that you're disappointed in him immediately. I'm sure he'll take it very seriously and be utterly heartbroken.<br /><br />;PSannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11038151288823396682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641117460836445414.post-21421864031734764712013-07-31T05:57:27.140-07:002013-07-31T05:57:27.140-07:00I do not understand why is he still alive!? Why is...I do not understand why is he still alive!? Why is that long haired, asshole of a brother still alive!? You said yourself that you do not forgive people like that, that you kill them, because they deserve it.<br /><br />Or is it sympathy that I sense? If so, then you are disappointing me.Kelevrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07088882261403072333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641117460836445414.post-45994742615027932512013-07-31T05:55:40.539-07:002013-07-31T05:55:40.539-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Kelevrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07088882261403072333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641117460836445414.post-54378543201705267052013-07-31T01:32:54.313-07:002013-07-31T01:32:54.313-07:00I'd start a second one. Two revolutions for th...I'd start a second one. Two revolutions for the price of one!<br /><br />Nah, as long as I'm in the Empty city I can't even start breakfast, let alone another revolution. I'll do that once I get out of this shit hole.Alicia Owlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04256586737367871553noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641117460836445414.post-50676703320627175062013-07-31T01:22:28.893-07:002013-07-31T01:22:28.893-07:00I wouldn't poison a biscuit, what kind of dera...I wouldn't poison a biscuit, what kind of deranged maniac do you take me for? Aside from the proxy kind, of course.Lovetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08385201063822391022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641117460836445414.post-35174780542281698972013-07-31T01:07:12.452-07:002013-07-31T01:07:12.452-07:00Accepting food from proxies has always been a hell...Accepting food from proxies has always been a hell of a gamble. Gonna risk it. For the cookie.<br /><br />If the documents are dull, I don't wanna know what they're about. Mowing the proxy training ground lawns? Cleaning the toilets? Thanks for sparing us.Sannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11038151288823396682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641117460836445414.post-63523058618025225142013-07-31T00:46:45.388-07:002013-07-31T00:46:45.388-07:00Bwa ha ha ha. Ruined your joke, and since there...Bwa ha ha ha. Ruined your joke, and since there's already a revolution on there's nothing you can do! My dastardly plan is foolproof. <br /><br />But yeah, my sense of humour was a wee bit dead. YOU try to maintain one while reading incredibly dull documents on something I won't tell you about. Please accept an E-cookie in apology:<br />(::)Lovetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08385201063822391022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641117460836445414.post-64654773752606675522013-07-30T23:15:15.882-07:002013-07-30T23:15:15.882-07:00Oie, proxies. First they stalk and attack us, now ...Oie, proxies. First they stalk and attack us, now they ruin our jokes too? <br /><br />They've crossed the line now. Nobody ruins our jokes! *starts an anti proxy revolution*Alicia Owlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04256586737367871553noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641117460836445414.post-12682795929136020732013-07-30T22:46:59.066-07:002013-07-30T22:46:59.066-07:00Did you just explain to me the joke I MADE?Did you just explain to me the joke I MADE?Sannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11038151288823396682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641117460836445414.post-36466726561957103642013-07-30T16:28:50.816-07:002013-07-30T16:28:50.816-07:00Who are Irish? The jockeys? Because horse racing i...Who are Irish? The jockeys? Because horse racing <i>is</i> pretty popular over there, if I remember rightly. Lovetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08385201063822391022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641117460836445414.post-87788534067781298672013-07-30T14:51:41.867-07:002013-07-30T14:51:41.867-07:00But they're Irish.
You don't fuck with Ir...But they're Irish.<br /><br />You don't fuck with Irishmen.Sannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11038151288823396682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641117460836445414.post-74482298502165321062013-07-30T14:47:58.487-07:002013-07-30T14:47:58.487-07:00Wait, he beat up jockeys? How could you tell, were...Wait, he beat up jockeys? How could you tell, were they on horses at the time? <br /><br />On a serious note, I think you meant jocks, which is an Americanism for people who are into sports. Jockeys are people who ride horses. Which is a mildly amusing mental image. Lovetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08385201063822391022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641117460836445414.post-36165127920207666122013-07-30T14:10:36.677-07:002013-07-30T14:10:36.677-07:00Hold the fuckin phone again. Your parents believed...Hold the fuckin phone again. Your parents believed you when you said you were hit first and played football with you? Oh wow. Please sir, tell me more about what it was like to have parents like that sometime? Please? If it's not too much to ask?Sannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11038151288823396682noreply@blogger.com