User talk:Human/Archive26





Welcome
Come one, come all, stay the long night through or just stop by on your way to other RW 2B parties. Feel free to bring snacks, peccadilloes, and beverages of your choice. 00:42, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * I didn't have any other presents, so I brought you a girl to keep you company. Hope you like her! --Kels 03:26, 23 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Well, it's the site's Bday, not mine, but thanks, um, gee, I'll take the first, um, glaze in her eyes and wipe it on her legs. Someone warn her about Ace, he's engaged but "unpredictable" at best.  03:37, 23 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Seriously, I can't look at that pic for long before I feel madness setting in. Even figuring out what's wrong doesn't work! --Kels 03:39, 23 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Legs shouldn't fold that way... did they dissolve her bones in the meth lab and then reset them for the pose? 03:41, 23 May 2009 (UTC)
 * It's the way her thighs cross. Also I can only assume that the image has been photoshopped to accentuate the length of her legs. 08:03, 23 May 2009 (UTC)

The Kerb
Here's the kerb where we can toss the bums and scum out too
 * Hey, what the fuck? How did I get out here? Ace McWickedDisco Jesus 04:15, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Bang. Kick.  Oh, shit, Ace, was that you?  Eh, the Doc Martin scars will heal soon enough, like all the others. Shit, dude, come on inside, there's some thumpin' tunage, and people to step on.  04:35, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * I've just woken up.  What happened?   Why am I lying in the kerb with this gorilla suit on?   What is this can of gasoline doing here?   Why is this stepladder tied to me?    DogP Marmite Patrol 21:27, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Sorry DogP, was that you I just peed on? 21:34, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Live your life proudly! Corry 00:48, 23 May 2009 (UTC)

Porch
This is the safest place for minors. Please do not drink them. Curfew is 10 PM local time. There's a case of Jolt over there...

Alas, joyous Rationalwiki! I know him, Human: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how lovely in my imagination it is! my egesta rims at it. Here hang those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that are wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.

Yorick 04:30, 22 May 2009 (UTC) (PS got any kool-aid?)
 * We have two kinds of kool-aid here... one on the porch for the youngsters, and one in the kitchen for people with nothing to do for the next twelve or so hours. Grown-ups only for the latter.  We're trying to be semi-responsible adults here.  04:37, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * I hope you drank the acid laced Kool-Aid. You're in for a hell of a ride. Ace McWickedDisco Jesus 04:42, 22 May 2009 (UTC)


 * Given the existence as uttered forth in the public works of Puncher and Wattmann of a personal God quaquaquaqua with white beard quaquaquaqua outside time without extension who from the heights of divine apathia divine athambia divine aphasia loves us dearly with some exceptions for reasons unknown but time will tell and suffers like the divine Miranda with those who for reasons unknown but time will tell are plunged in torment plunged in fire whose fire flames if that continues and who can doubt it will fire the firmament that is to say blast hell to heaven so blue still and calm so calm with a calm which even though intermittent is better than nothing but not so fast and considering what is more that as a result of the labors left unfinished crowned by the Acacacacademy of Anthropopopometry of Essy-in-Possy of Testew and Cunard it is established beyond all doubt all other doubt than that which clings to the labors of men that as a result of the labors unfinished of Testew and Cunnard it is established as hereinafter but not so fast for reasons unknown that as a result of the public works of Puncher and Wattmann it is established beyond all doubt that in view of the labors of Fartov and Belcher left unfinished for reasons unknown of Testew and Cunard left unfinished it is established what many deny that man in Possy of Testew and Cunard that man in Essy that man in short that man in brief in spite of the strides of alimentation and defecation wastes and pines wastes and pines and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown in spite of the strides of physical culture the practice of sports such as tennis football running cycling swimming flying floating riding gliding conating camogie skating tennis of all kinds dying flying sports of all sorts autumn summer winter winter tennis of all kinds hockey of all sorts penicillin and succedanea in a word I resume flying gliding golf over nine and eighteen holes tennis of all sorts in a word for reasons unknown in Feckham Peckham Fulham Clapham namely concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown but time will tell fades away I resume Fulham Clapham in a word the dead loss per head since the death of Bishop Berkeley being to the tune of one inch four ounce per head approximately by and large more or less to the nearest decimal good measure round figures stark naked in the stockinged feet in Connemara in a word for reasons unknown no matter what matter the facts are there and considering what is more much more grave that in the light of the labors lost of Steinweg and Peterman it appears what is more much more grave that in the light the light the light of the labors lost of Steinweg and Peterman that in the plains in the mountains by the seas by the rivers running water running fire the air is the same and then the earth namely the air and then the earth in the great cold the great dark the air and the earth abode of stones in the great cold alas alas in the year of their Lord six hundred and something the air the earth the sea the earth abode of stones in the great deeps the great cold on sea on land and in the air I resume for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis the facts are there but time will tell I resume alas alas on on in short in fine on on abode of stones who can doubt it I resume but not so fast I resume the skull fading fading fading and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis on on the beard the flames the tears the stones so blue so calm alas alas on on the skull the skull the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the labors abandoned left unfinished graver still abode of stones in a word I resume alas alas abandoned unfinished the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the skull alas the stones Cunard

Yorick 04:51, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Well, we just lost the underage crowd... and everyone else... Wait, Cunard! I know that!  They're an ocean liner company!  I flew them once.  05:08, 22 May 2009 (UTC)

. . tennis. . . the stones. . . so calm. . . Cunard. . . unfinished. ..


 * My grandfather worked for Cunard. Just sayin'. 21:11, 22 May 2009 (UTC)

Kitchen
Pundefinedlease use the paper bowls and plates and the plastic utensils. I know it's wasteful, but it's safer.


 * I'm from east coast Canadia, kitchens is where we party, byes! --Kels 00:57, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * The cook has arrived. My place caters. -- 01:38, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Fire me up a couple of burgers and throw them towards the DJ booth. 02:43, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Feh. You don't sit in the kitchen because of the food.  You sit there because of the company! --Kels 04:22, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Here in NZ, Kels, the kitchen is also centre of the party. All the most amusing people are to found there and its near the beer fridge and the stove for cannabis spotting (Not sure if they do that in Canada) Ace McWickedDisco Jesus 04:25, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * fell over on kitchen floor . please pick me up 04:45, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Here ya go big guy. Shall we head over to PJR's place and make a scene? We'll take the fire extingisher. Ace McWickedDisco Jesus 04:46, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * There was a fire extinguisher? Yeah, I dreamed I used one two days ago, it was a dream not real, so it still exists.  Yeah, let's go muck up Phil's house, steal the liquor, and bring the underage babes and boyz back here... I am so going to regret this...  05:10, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Hahahahahahahaha babes? At aSK? Bahahahahahaha heeeeeeell no! Here, have a cannabis spot (explaination - You heat the tips of 2 knifes on a stove a roll up a small (like pea size) amount of cannabis. When knifes are hot enough you place spot inbetween hot knife tips and rub together. User has tube to suck up the smoke emitting. Its a NZ thing.) Ace McWickedDisco Jesus 05:13, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Right, I have few errands to run and some booze to drink and people to see, I'll be back in a few hours. Ace McWickedDisco Jesus 05:15, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * To Ace, they just call it "hot knives" up this way, and it's a lovely way to set fire to your kitchen. Bongs and pipes are way more common these days, but in the dark days when only the resin was available instead of the leaf, it wasn't uncommon.  Not that I've been into that for a long while, but point taken about the beer fridge.  --Kels 05:39, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Has anyone seen my lost shaker of salt?--Nate River 16:44, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Boo hoo. Late as always. 18:06, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * You're not late, you're oily. We still have many hours to drown!  20:56, 22 May 2009 (UTC)

Can someone clear off just a little counter space so we can prep up this pile of goat quesadillas and bean burritos? And where's that gallon of salsa I picked up yesterday? Shit, did Ace eat it all? 00:25, 23 May 2009 (UTC)

High class goat (Moved this. I evidently walked in the wrong door.)
Last weekend I had a very, very good goat dish at a very nice restaurant. Along with sweetbreads, foie gras, and marrow on toast it was amazing. Happy burfday! Corry 00:03, 23 May 2009 (UTC)


 * You do know what sweetbreads are, do you?  00:07, 23 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Oh yes. Thymus gland.  Important for T cell maturation.  Corry 00:10, 23 May 2009 (UTC)


 * I prefer heart- nice and chewy. 00:14, 23 May 2009 (UTC)

Someone said there was a fire extinguisher in the kitchen? SPRAY ME! I'M ON FIRE! DogP Marmite Patrol 02:55, 23 May 2009 (UTC)


 * Nuh uh. If I do, you won't learn not to do whatever it is you did to catch fire. 03:11, 23 May 2009 (UTC)


 * That's cruel. Dog, I'm sending you some water.  Allow 6-8 weeks for delivery. --Kels 03:12, 23 May 2009 (UTC)
 * I knew it would come to this. Damn flammable gorilla suits.  03:22, 23 May 2009 (UTC)

Bar
It's not much of a bar, really, just some coolers on the floor and a card table full of liquor bottles. For those whose beverages must be consumed from glass or crystal, please try not to break them on the floor.

Got any Veuve Cliquot, greatest of champagnes? 00:50, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * I was actually just about to raid Arthur's under-staffed bar for some of the booze we got him to stock. Wanna come with me and help load the stuff into my trunk?  We can grab some good champies on the way back if he didn't lay any in.  00:55, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Is back with vodka (Stolichnaya, support communism), fantastic champagne, fine single malt scotch, some RUM!!!!!111!1oneoneone!1!, some gin, tonic, and lime(I wonder what for), plus whiskey, brandy, tequila, and... sake? oh, and some speciality drinks, too. Oh, plus tons of beer and wine.  Enjoy.   01:25, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Urk, I hurt my back unloading my haul. Nice scores, emperor!  I gots some mores boozes, we should be good to go for 36 hours, unless that fucking alcoholic Ace thingamickwicked finds our stash.  05:17, 22 May 2009 (UTC)

Sorry I'm late. They had the whip a-crackin' today, but they let me go early for good behavior. Got any Old Speckled Hen or perhaps Belhaven? Yeah....Belhaven. 15:34, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Veuve Cliquot? How pedestrian... &mdash; Unsigned, by: Neveruse513 / talk / contribs 16:57, 22 May 2009 (UTC)

So whats the drinking game? tmtoulouse 16:54, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Open bottle. Play at drinking :) Personally, I am drinking for every orange box I get.  See how I skilfully rigged things?  20:55, 22 May 2009 (UTC)

Ok. I've crawled from the kerb to the bar. What's left? Anything? I'll drink these slops while someone makes me a bloody mary. DogP Marmite Patrol 21:29, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * So, is a Long Island Iced Tea a girly drink? -- 21:43, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Er, no, they're close to fatal... DP, there's a shitload of cases of booze out in the scullery, we should haul more in here, if the stoners crowding up the kitchen will let us through. 00:31, 23 May 2009 (UTC)

Stairway
Warning: folk singers may attempt guitar-based seduction here. Please do not block access to the second floor "facilities".
 * I think John Belushi showed us how to deal with this. 01:37, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * I think you got my reference. "If I had a hammer... there'd be a lot of dead folk singers"
 * This is also the "Hairway to Steven" part of the house party. 04:47, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Where we play Butthole Surfers albums? Totnesmartin 17:10, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Mos' def' 03:37, 23 May 2009 (UTC)
 * I could go a little Mos Def. Ace McWickedDisco Jesus 13:32, 23 May 2009 (UTC)

Main room
Much boogie-woogie dancing will occur while guests are still capable of standing.


 * All right, lets get this party started RIGHT!!!! ::Flips some Public Enemy Records:: Yeeeeeeeeeah Boyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeee 00:58, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * I got me some NWA for you to spin. Ace McWickedDisco Jesus 01:04, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Wiki wiki wiki wiki..... Throw em on the pile Ace, I'll be spinning the Vinyl all night. 01:20, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * I also got some Grandmaster flash and The Sugar Hill Gang, Naughty by Nature and some House of Pain. Oh I can spin records, got some old detriot techno for when things get jumping Ace McWickedDisco Jesus 01:35, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Hey, Chuck, can you squeak in some scratches (oh please don't) of my original 12" "Bela Lugosi's Dead" into the mix? 04:48, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * You know it. Just put them on the pile and hold tight, I'll get to everybody's request.  04:54, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Totnesmartin (Slips in some Alvin Lucier) 17:07, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * The origin for my term for drunkenness: Faded

The Appetite is tremendous So I'm gonna spin this Drop up some violence because they ax me to end this Some trouble that I cought 'cause I was noisy A nigga tried to take advantage because I'm de kamikazi He took de swing from my hand - thought I was faded Start runnin' for the door but the fucker never made it The sound of the 9 went BANG [shot] And all over the wall was his mothafuckin' brain 'cause I'm a nigga you can't sleep on So set the alarm, 'cause I'm hittin' like a mothafuckin' bomb I do damage with the 9 in my hand But the average nigga they do not mean to understand I'm from the streets so therefor You know I don't care for A sucker that ain't down with the real niggaz the niggaz the niggaz yo And after when the shit gotta go ain't even sober Any time that the 9 wanna leave I got a .38 hittin' down the sleeve And it's ready to go to work 'cause that's what it's here for I shoot down a milion niggaz and shoot one more And that's the milion and one They could'nt hang with the appetite 'cause they was'nt rappin' right So I had to destroy whoever was standin' in my presence For fuckin' up de asses appetite for destruction 05:40, 22 May 2009 (UTC)


 * Maybe a little John Prine? Anybody?  Corry 00:54, 23 May 2009 (UTC)

Shit, sorry, this room is dead,  What we need in here is some totally on progressive house. OMCHI OMCHI OMCHI OMCHI there, that's fucking AWEESSOOOMMEEEE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Who wants to cut this rug up? Who wants to cut this rug uo? OMCHI OMCHI OMCHI OMCHI BrrrrrrrrrAWWPPPPPPPPPPPPAPAPPAPAPPA OMCHI OMCHI OMCHI OMCHI...DogP Marmite Patrol 02:08, 23 May 2009 (UTC)
 * WayHAAAAAYYYY!  Let's get this party started!   Let's get this party started!   Sheesh, I think my gorilla suit is on fire a bit.   ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME?   WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME?    WOOOOOO CALL 911 CALL 911 I'M GONNA DIE I'M ON FIRE.    DogP Marmite Patrol 02:49, 23 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Extinguisher is in the kitchen. Melted gorilla suit peeler is in the first drawer on the left.  Fine house music is pumping up the volume... house... boogie... house house... woogie... house... boogie... at 126 bpm everything feels good...  03:43, 23 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Hey, I got ahold of Karajou's favorite band.... Everybody together: IN THE NAVY, YOU CAN SAIL THE SEVEN SEAS, IN THE NAVY, YES YOU CAN PUT YOUR MIND AT EASE.......... 08:31, 23 May 2009 (UTC)

Hallway
Why are the fucking walls hitting me on both sides???? Oh... OK, I geddit. 06:20, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * wzzmdrroverme... ohhh my head... that wasn't lemonade! Totnesmartin 10:55, 23 May 2009 (UTC)

Meth lab
Do not enter without protective clothing and breathing apparatus.
 * Pffft if I wear protective clothing how am I supposed to absorb the meth through my skin. I can already feel my teeth grinding. Ace McWickedDisco Jesus 01:04, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * I think it's the ammonia and battery acid that are more the problem. Sterile 12:44, 22 May 2009 (UTC)

HANDS UP, THIS IS A RAID! GET YER HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE 'EM! YEAH! YOU WITH THE CARDS! AND YOU WITH THE STERILIZER! BOTH OF YOU, HANDS ZUP! -- 21:19, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Would someone spray that centipede with some Raid? We're doing chemistry in here.  Scuttle back out to the porch, Arthur, or make yourself useful in the kitchen.  00:40, 23 May 2009 (UTC)

Methane lab
This room is crowded with goats. It smells of hot farts & garbage. Do not enter without breathing apparatus. No smoking. No naked flames. 0x663300

Birthday presents from faraway lands
Here is a sixty-two part puzzle and mirth-o-gram for you, RationalWiki! - Andrew Schlafly
 * Thanks Andy! That's the best birthday present we've ever had!  00:59, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Subhuman troll. 01:08, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * I'ma gonna celebrate by going to the Cambridge beer festival for lunch. Maybe I'll take some photos so y'all can live it vicariously. -- 05:52, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Loadsemups! 06:19, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * TK

Back Patio
Here I lean on the railing, nursing a rum and coke, thinking about the last year of monitoring CP, as well as ponder the future of RW. Feeling philosophical, approach at own risk--Nate River 02:16, 22 May 2009 (UTC) I am here, and I am not amused. 02:28, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Okay, you got me. I'm trying to distract people from noticing I barfed on the roses. sorry--Nate River 02:36, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Ace's fuckin' meth room. Thanks. I just made love with your hostas and threw up on your compost bin. Audi 5000. 05:32, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Well one of those things actually happened. Guess which one!  Corry 00:56, 23 May 2009 (UTC)

A discreet parlour for the Ladies
I think I need to powder my nose. 06:20, 22 May 2009 (UTC)


 * Baileys on the rocks with a pepper vodka chaser, please! 21:13, 22 May 2009 (UTC)


 * SSSSSSSNORT.  "aahhhhhh".    Now, where can I get me a drink here?   Everyone's gone fucking home and Human wants me out of the house.   DogP Marmite Patrol 00:41, 23 May 2009 (UTC)


 * SSSNORT.  Where the fuck is Ace?   He'd like some of this.   Fuck me but I'm hot in this gorilla suit.   Hot, and a Master of the Fricking UNIVERSE!  DogP Marmite Patrol 02:02, 23 May 2009 (UTC)
 * SNNNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF AHHHH better. Fuck I am awesome. Ace McWickedDisco Jesus 02:26, 23 May 2009 (UTC)
 * There you go!  That's you sorted!   Now, back to the fucking dance floor.   I'm the fucking best dancer out there.   Jesus it's fucking hot in this gorilla suit - Ace, can you try and burn this little corner so I can tear the rest off?   Careful now.   DogP Marmite Patrol 02:32, 23 May 2009 (UTC)
 * HeywhatthefuckyeahookDogPnowletmejusttellyounowwherethefuckaremysmokesdoyouhavealighterFuck. Ace McWickedDisco Jesus 02:37, 23 May 2009 (UTC)
 * YeahIgotalightmanbutheylockthedooryouneverknowithinkthecopsmightbehereundercovermani'mtellingyouIthinkHumanisamoleforAndyandIthinkhe'sgotthefuckingcopsroundbutheyit'sagoodtimemani'mfuckingONmanONItellyouIthinkIcantakethemwillyoubackmeup?  <font color="#00F0A20">DogP <font color="#993300">Marmite Patrol 02:41, 23 May 2009 (UTC)
 * teeth grinding* Ace McWickedDisco Jesus 02:44, 23 May 2009 (UTC)
 * HeyIwasinthekitchenandIwasonfirebutsomeonegavemeafireextinguisherandnowI'mnotonfirebutIlostthegorillasuitandasyoucanseeamnownakedsoIthinkit'sOKAWOOOOOOnowbacktotheparty.  SSNSNIIFFFFFFFFF    SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSNIIIIIIIIFFFFFFFF 03:33, 23 May 2009 (UTC)
 * NakedpartyanimalyeahSNIFFFFFFboogiebeatsSNNNIFFFFF Ahhhhhhhh 05:34, 23 May 2009 (UTC)

Your blocking spree
I am just a lowly editor, who has been away for most of this year 2009, still I feel lonely and singled out, not worthy of being blocked. Sigh. Editor at CPOh, Finland! Why? 06:43, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Sorry for the oversight, I rectified. I was mostly harpooning users I'd seen around more recently, picking randomly from the sysop list. Welcome!  00:56, 23 May 2009 (UTC)
 * You were blocked for teh LOVE!! Come join!!! 06:54, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * I regret to announce that I was detained elsewhere during the blocking spree.  How disappointing.   <font color="#00F0A20">DogP <font color="#993300">Marmite Patrol 15:30, 22 May 2009 (UTC)

In the cellar
I'm just stocking up with some South African whines. So please make your selection from: 15:17, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Goats Do Roam Red
 * Goats Do Roam Bored Doe
 * Goats Do Roam Goat Door
 * Goats Do Roam Goat Roti
 * Goats Do Roam in Villages Red
 * Goats Do Roam in Villages White
 * Goats Do Roam The Goatfather
 * Wow, that's a real find! 05:29, 23 May 2009 (UTC)

The Scullery
Human claimed there was a shitload of booze in here, but I can't see fucking anything with this stupid gorilla suit on. Where is the fucking booze? <font color="#00F0A20">DogP <font color="#993300">Marmite Patrol 00:44, 23 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Here, have a mixed case of hard liquor. Arthur stole it from his parents for his drink counter, and I stole it from him last night.  It wouldn't all fit out by the bar.  Looks like there about eight or so cases here, so get hauling.  And take off that silly gorilla suit.  00:54, 23 May 2009 (UTC)
 * I mmfgg can't - mmmffpphggg....CUR went and glued the ffufmmgmhhhph zipper mmffgg shut.  Argh.  <font color="#00F0A20">DogP <font color="#993300">Marmite Patrol 01:59, 23 May 2009 (UTC)
 * (ignites lightsaber) Would you like some help, kind sir?  02:08, 23 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Want me to cut you some bigger eyeholes? Trus me, I'm handy with an Xacto knife!  Ooh, is that blood?  Cool.  02:07, 23 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Shit, I think we might need to rename this section "skullery". Bone is the white stuff under the blood, right?  S'ok DP, the fire will cauterize the wound and the alcohol will kill the, um, slight discomfort.  Wait, I found an eye!  Oops...  03:39, 23 May 2009 (UTC)
 * [[Image:Laughing_skull.gif]]
 * Or "near me"? 05:30, 23 May 2009 (UTC)

The woodshed
Don't mind me, nothing to see here! 18:53, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Fancy a snog? 21:14, 22 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Snogging is fun, I'll volunteer if no one else,er, popped up. 04:12, 23 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Oh, Human! It looks like something has popped up!  Lily the Plonk Ta, wack! 08:17, 23 May 2009 (UTC)

Section 19
Now there is.

The swamp
There are nine acres out back that keep any secrets you wish to hide forever.
 * Oh this thing? Its just a mannequin wrapped in bloodied carpet. Heh, I'll just leave it here eh. heh heh. Ace McWickedDisco Jesus 04:53, 23 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Any of these look familiar? Oh, and please dig a decently deep hole for that, um, mannequin, else the badgers will dig "her" up and make a mess.  Ktxbai.  05:33, 23 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Is this where Atari dumped all the unsold E.T. games? Corry 06:06, 23 May 2009 (UTC)
 * Got a shovel? Let's find out... if we dare...  06:14, 23 May 2009 (UTC)