I Am Not Your Friend.

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megabyteme said:
Your frail words have no effect on my now morphine enhanced (fat or otherwise) body. Ha! :happy:

BTW, when you said I was getting "murdered" any chance that was in reference to a murder of crows- that would have been a very cool, obscure reference...
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If you know how deep that reference goes according to me, then all is forgiven and I'll only peck you occasionally.

I doubt it though. Please, please me, oh yeah. And I will not displease you.

And I'm not talking about The Beatles.

Give it a shot, notshot.
 
And what is this "defending" silliness? I was the hunter, the predator, looking to face my leery prey...

BTW, can't seem to get riled today- barely care who, or what got my gander up previously. Gawd, hope I'm not becoming a herbivore. :fear:
 
chavis said:
If you know how deep that reference goes according to me, then all is forgiven and I'll only peck you occasionally.

I doubt it though. Please, please me, oh yeah. And I will not displease you.

And I'm not talking about The Beatles.

Give it a shot, notshot.
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Fear not Mr. Pecker, I'm game most anythyme. :)

As for the reference, as I saw it, (and it relates to the conversation) was in terms of the old Loungers gathering to talk (caw) amongst themselves and merely mock (as old crows do) those around them as insignificant.
 
I know all of the specious collective nouns. I learned them all when I was fourteen. I also read Stephen fucking King at that time.

I have since gotten a life.

I'm 36 now.

Just read Alan Moore's Swamp Thing and shut the fuck up.
 
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