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2826-4000 Worst Things To Do While Playing Chess
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3016. Wie hoch ist dein Freak-Faktor?
Oh ja, das höre ich ständig
die immer lacht.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bkj3IVIO2Os
You vate zee veestle? Veally? You leeft nose ven vating zee veestle, ozervise you gate nose vet, ja?
3017. Gon' wash yer mouth out with bacon, son! I say, gon' wash
that mouth out with bacon.
3018. Overlifting your opponent's nostrils during the chess game. Totally unnecessary probably.
3019. Having your opponent discover the real reason you have interrupted your chess game, yet again, to take care of business in the bathroom...
twighead wrote:
1234. Pretending that THIS
THE ULTIMATE
THE GRANDEST SCHEME
Of all your wonderful and purposefully machevellian schemes that you have hatched.
Throughout your whole lifetime.
Do you then pick ............
--------------------> A : Choice of the LAMBS
--------------------> B : Decision of the Bird
-------------------> C : Question of the Vesticulon
And when you choose
DO NOT FORGET
who birthed you in soverign harmony
That's right
THE GREAT
UNREPENTENT
MOOOOOOOTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HARRAAH HARRAH HARRAHHHH
That's right
THE GREAT
UNREPENTENT
MOOOOOOOTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Happy Moother's Day, y'all!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HPmBBNDIMHw&list=PLsj9W0Hk9qKXqbGs10oAGR9EvoHwlpbju&index=4
3020. Working too much to dramatically enhance your abs while it your opponent's turn in the chess game.
twighead wrote:
ALL HAIL
KING OF THE MoOoOoTHERs
Yap; Feliz Navimom, y'all!
3016: being 1000 over the years since all that Christ stuff happened
3021. You must take me for the weirdo that I am - how deer you?!
CPD47 contemplates someone saying it to his face while there's
a deer in his face.
Yeah, I'm 1000, maybe 2000 over the years since all that Christ stuff had happened.
Jaap...
IronedSandwich wrote:
3016: being 1000 over the years since all that Christ stuff happened
3018. Putting sardine wraps in your dump-filled blintzes.
-3.1815762. Being not so bad in maths when you are British; and I just solved pie. The answer is chicken pot.
twighead wrote:
1392 (columbus had the chicken flu). Call leonidas in here, let him see the cask
Okay. That's a cask. TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEMO
All righty then; I called in Leonidas Kavakos, he looked at the cask, he grabbed his violin, and he started wailing on the Sibelius Concerto (in D Minor); he wants you to know he loves dolmas and almost never has the chicken flu.
Kavakos plays Debussy, Kreisler, Paganini, Schubert, Sibelius,
and Chess... I hope he doesn't gambit away his A-string.
twighead wrote:
This dog thinks he can mention my name! (Leonidas) He must stick dark gunk up his nasal!
That dog is thinking, "Wow! I hope I don't get noseticed."
britishquaker wrote:
By the way I really hope I'm not stealing the spotlight here. If so then please tell me.
OK, I think you're stealing the spotlight here...
twighead wrote:
Don't be there
Even better, don't exist
- Thus quoteth the nose of eternity before playing 1. a4
I don't exist, therefore my nose does exist as an attachment of my not being.
Me so philosophical! Miso? Oh, I would love some miso soup right now.
twighead wrote:
Miso soup, a big eel to sink your teeth in and everything will be fine.
Oh? Charles? I spread a bunch of wassabi all over your toast for lunch! And your eel and soup! I heard you like it spicy! And I want to see you suffer!
We ain't gonna cry over a little spilled miswabi soup when I knock over your $27,000 single malt Yamazaki whiskey shot and your black bean soup and black bean bishops. Dat jus don' eel right to me. And to think I could've had a V-9 with some eel juice in it. Man that xhit ain't me.
Man that xhit ain't me. Man that xhit ai not me. Man dat xhit jest ai not moi. I should be on TMZ the way I'm spazzing out tho. 2 many zugzwangz.
Peace out, brosens.
3014. Getting your bones sold in a saturday market by MEWLIPS in the VALLEY OF THE DADS
They write a poem to lament your passing:
"Look, there is Fastitocalon!
An island good to land upon,
Although 'tis rather bare.
Come, leave the sea! And let us run,
Or dance, or lie down in the sun!
See, gulls are sitting there!
Beware!
Gulls do not sink.
There they may sit, or strut and prink:
Their part is to tip the wink,
If anyone should dare
Upon that isle to settle,
Or only for a while to get
Relief from sickness or the wet,
Or maybe boil a kettle."
3015. Oh yeah, well when I grow up in my next life I wannabe the Saturday Market King!! I'm gonna have a waterproof library, and a liquid crystal display HDTV on the bottom of my bathtub with billions and billions of floating pixels so I can follow all the posts on 2826-4000 Worst Things To Do While Playing Chess while I clean some things up around here.