I go to room 13.

Guild edit: You are unable to find that room. Since everyone has posted, the movements phase is over and you default to staying in the Dining Room.

In

"next time do you want timer off? I just left it a default."
Hm, well I think yeah. Unless we increase the time on it.

Perhaps a less full room?

 
I am on Yahoochess now if anybody wants to come and thrash me.

 
I think I found some wit on wfe!

Wales: it sucks le balls.

Oh yeah Wales is so great, yeah, it's so ethnic but not too ethnic that I would feel like, white and shit and oh yeah its so nice. -- NO. Wales is some shitty nation. In fact its not even a nation its a satellite-country which translates to bitch in non-UN vocabulary.

Ok so first the Welsh, so called, society. Yahweh, let me tell you. When the Glorious and Illustrious nation of Scotland wanted some Parliament, they did ask for it and they did receive it after a series of vociferous quarrels, all marks of a healthy, warmish-blooded society.
The Welsh Parliament was not begotten in such a way. Nay, for it spewed forth from the froths of hell when the English offerred it to them.
"Parliament anyone?"
And the Welsh were all ambivalent and nonchalant about having Parliament even though they really wanted it for many years but were too poncy to ask.
"Oh, yeah, whatever, if its not a problem. Eh, yeah ok then."
Prats, they so wanted parliament for the beginning but didn't have the balls to want it enough.

Some pastimes of the Welsh people: Singing alrightly, singing badly, and of course bestiality.
Taken from Eddy Paranoia's Historia Celtica Cetacea Zoophilia Infernalis:

In Wales, there was a death penalty or something equally extreme for sheep rustling. However, the penalty for sheep shagging was only a prison sentence or something. So, if a guy was caught stealing a sheep, he'd quickly start shagging it to avoid getting hanged.

From there to consensual and enjoyed (by one party) sheep philandering is but a little step.

Do you know who came from Wales? HENRY THE FUCKING SEVENTH. Yes, I'm talking about that little cockroach that waited out the war of the roses only to sneakily win the last battle against the exhausted but rightful aggressors, and plonk himself onto the throne.
His descendants were the kind of twatty piss-feces-faces who committed genocide on the various religious groups of England respectively. I have no idea why each monarch picked a particular religious group to pick on but I am assuming they used a kind of "How many sheep can I seduce in a day, odd = catholics, even = protestants, Hooray." system. Yeah that's accurate. The Tudor palaces did not have a supply of firewood but a supply of Cathloics/Protestants who (apparently) were just begging to have their head snicked off.

Wales is also responsible for producing the musical talents of the great she-whore of Babylon Pwllheli herself, Duffy. Another we should take into consideration is the mostly overlooked (and rightly so) psychedelic rock band aptly named --surprise surprise-- Super Furry Animals. I mean these guys probably go out on stage in gay sheepy fursuits. And be careful of that shit, sheepy fursuits are getting really popular nowadays, even getting into mainstreet clothes stores. I, for one, never ever buy wool clothing.

So we've established that each and every Welsh person should be charged and convicted of Acute animal cruelty and rape, Ethnic/Religious Cleansing, and Grievous Bodily Harm, although the last charge is probably exclusively filed against Duffy, with the bodily harm being the global ear-bleeds of 2008.


And that is why I think global warming is a good thing.

Aight.

Using Photoshop and saving as a PNG also works perfectly, without having to use magenta or black or whatever.

I was both Poison Ivy and Deadshot.
:3

Total mindfuck for me.