False, but I wouldn't mind becoming a cyborg. I would glady give up one of my natural eyes for a prosthetic eye containing a camera with a low-light setting and the ability to capture video to a USB stick or memory card. The latest models of prosthetic hands include pressure and temperature sensors so the user can "feel" how much pressure the hand is exerting or whether something is hot or cold; some of them also incorporate the ability to rotate the hand 360 degrees. If we could get wetware interfaces working I would also get a USB slot wired into my brain....but we can discuss all that elsewhere.
The next poster is running late like I am this morning.
But I imagine this might mimic that terribly insightful scene of Johnny English accepting a "plateau de fruits de mer" without not quite knowing; and cruncing those crustacean antennae pr legs or whatnot up and down to an almost pants peeing effect; and most cruelly hiding that oyster to a woman's handbag.
The next poster loves their friends' birthdays as an opportunity to procure joy.
False. I enjoy watching them weep while I force Ben and Jerry's waiter staff play Cliff Richard's (a well known British Lich who has been dead not buried for years) Congratulations repeatedly until everyone is left in a state of catatonic indifference...
The next poster has purchased a Cliff Richard calender. Possibly the most soul destroying product you can buy...
That's SIR Cliff Richard and true, I am trying to procure all his calendars because one of them is actually his phylactery. I am a level 25 Calendar Hunter and warn that other people should not attemp to own a Sir Richard calendar.
The next poster has a bookshelf filled with the works of Sir Pelham Grenville Wodehouse and/or Sir Terence David John Pratchett.
If the excellent "swich character" save/delete was always true - as opposed to "blend in all saves" - I'd probably only sway by impulse, not by need for differentiation. I hail thee Germaine de Staël! ;-)
The next poster sometimes comes here for the feel good, when the real world hurts.
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The next poster can't understand why I play League of Legends when I could be bladuring the gates. I know, I don't get it either
The next poster is the next poster's next poster.
The next poster is me.
The next poster has a dark and terrible secret he will share with us. He will feel so much better afterwards.
The next poster believes in the universal freedom of screech.
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The next poster always bets banker when playing baccarat.
The next poster has played hypothetical reconstructions of Senet and the Royal Game of Ur.
The next poster is going to post today.
The next poster is a robot masquerading as a human.
The next poster is running late like I am this morning.
The next poster would like to have a full course of the Manchu Han Imperial Feast for dinner.
But I imagine this might mimic that terribly insightful scene of Johnny English accepting a "plateau de fruits de mer" without not quite knowing; and cruncing those crustacean antennae pr legs or whatnot up and down to an almost pants peeing effect; and most cruelly hiding that oyster to a woman's handbag.
The next poster loves their friends' birthdays as an opportunity to procure joy.
The next poster has purchased a Cliff Richard calender. Possibly the most soul destroying product you can buy...
He does not AGE!
The next poster has a bookshelf filled with the works of Sir Pelham Grenville Wodehouse and/or Sir Terence David John Pratchett.
The next poster never heard of Sir Lich Criffard until he recorded that thing with The Young Ones.
The next poster thinks Lich Criffrard would do better to be a dwarf, than a "sir." A fan of the republic, in fact, I hope!
And republics are just empires that elect their emperor.
The next poster wants to be like Lord Flashheart.
The next poster has an internet connection.
The next poster will laugh at this (#justtimezonethings).
The next poster is keepin it real; know what I'm sayin?
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The next poster prefers proper pronunciation.
The next poster has been contaminated by dihodrogen monoxide today.
The next poster swims in DHMO.
The next poster has been to over 20 funerals.
The next poster is a point-and-click adventure gamer.
Probably true, but I'm only afraid of the very last one I will participate to.Ninjaed; this refers to the funerals but I love point-and-click.
The next poster is a recovering restartaholic.
The next poster never cured his restartitis.
The next poster has only used the same charname across many runs.
If the excellent "swich character" save/delete was always true - as opposed to "blend in all saves" - I'd probably only sway by impulse, not by need for differentiation. I hail thee Germaine de Staël! ;-)
The next poster sometimes comes here for the feel good, when the real world hurts.