I miss you.
The site is down!
SHUT DOWN…
EVERYTHING!:fffuuu:
Nothing to see here… move along…
[COLOR=‘Lime’]im reading these posts with my right eye shut its stinging like hell im soo tired.
And your post is in green because you’re so high?
too much drugs in this thread.
moar liek leg press doesn’t train the same muscle as squat. Therefore I got pretty big side-leg muscles (too drunk to search what they are), but I go weak top-leg muscles (refer to the first parentheses)
Read backwards a bit. I spit out my coffee.
Uwe Boll is in the same boat as Michael Bay to me, as in, its gone over the falls and tumbling to hell. At least I hope.
Uwe Boll: Alone in the dark
Bloodrayne
other video game movies
Michael Bay: Transformers
Armageddon
Old killer-horror movies remakes
I hate the movies they make, Uwe Boll is master of superflous camera footage and being damn crazy. (rent one of his movies and turn the commentary on, his phone rings in one, and he walks out to answer it, and comes back ten minutes later)
Micheal Bay is action addicted to where it stops being cool and you want to go back to the painfully underdeveloped characters that fill the ‘story.’
In other news, Summer Glau was born in my hometown of San Antonio, so HA Ram. 
lolwut.
I meant the quadriceps apparently.
Uwe Boll lives in my home town.
The movie is about a kid that gets his hands on some weapons and goes outside and fucks shit up?
Was that a pile of schoolchildren he was blasting at in the trailer?
I want to see this movie and count how many people walk out.
Had another dream this morning where I was on a scavenger hunt. After knocking the carved-stone railing off a staircase, this woman that I play poker with started coming on to me. Though she rescinded her offer just as I was about to accept…
And then her children went missing, I started turning into Vin Deasel’s Riddick character, no one would believe I was really me, poker lady got into a cab with her husband (accusing me of taking her children), and I got onto a bus to go… I don’t know where.
While on the bus, I got into a fight with some SWAT officers, and got a hole shot into my stomach by one of their shotguns.
After dying, I was suddenly a newborn baby that knew how to write English (with better penmanship than I have ever had). I informed everyone that I was me, and after a few minutes I was my full grown self again.
There was more after that, including poker lady finding her children, but hell if I can remember that much.
And you haven’t put a stop to his atrocities yet? Shame on you…
As TGP says, why the fuck haven’t you found him and killed him then?
I dreamt I was talking to a shark…IN RUSSIAN
I never dream.
I always dream, but sometimes i wake up and think its still happening. Like once, i dreamt that i was being chased by someone, i “woke” up and i was convinced they were in my room, i spent the next ten minutes stood on my bed with my hand on the light switch.
How weird is that!
I dreamt that HL3 was out, I downloaded it from steam and played the first chapter, then my computer turned into a cat and ran away. I went outside to jump on my bike, but I remembered that it got stolen, then I remembered that I wasn’t in IRL so I jumped on my bike anyway and went after my PC.
You just don’t remember any.
Yeah, people who claim not to dream just don’t remember their dreams.
Obviously sometimes people don’t actually dream, But I heard somewhere you dream at least 5 times a week.
I hate most of my dreams.