Oh, ijo. As Senior Admin., I'd just like to say...
Already, our little baby is two years old. Y'know, when Pepper approached me with that rough conceptual sketch, I'll admit, there was doubt. Neither of us was quite sure if we could pull off this little experiment, but with my experience in Aich-Tee-Emm-Elle and Jay-Aye-Vee-Aye and his expertise in the art of mooching, leeching, and backstabbing, well...
Here we are.
Oh, there were bad times. I'll admit that. We had our little tiffs, but give credit where credit is due, I sorted them all out. Pepper and Raybiesdroid ("don't steal my rabies!" as we used to say back in ol' RaybieRant) were a team to be reckoned with, and we dashed our way through the halls of funk and funniness. Oh, but we had helping hands galore. Who can forget Ewoksuck, Pixie Always, and Otanku, blessed Otanku? They were the ones who stood by this humble board during the difficult days, and exalted it during the good one. They were truly torches amongst humans, Gods amongst god, and the fact that they can't be here with us today saddens us all. Otanku, we hope that term of military service for the "Army Of The White Man's Dragon Priesthood" works out well for you, and by begorrah, you do look stylish in that bedsheet. Pixie, you were too good for this Earth, and all of us eagerly await the day when the Martian colonists will return you to your home planet. And as for Ewoksuck, *sniff*, he's with the angels now.
Oh, but it wasn't all fun and games and raucous sex with groupies. There were antihystamines and overdoses and vomitchoking and boobycock, boobycock, boobycock. But through it all, the two of us were inseperable, and thanks to that botched plastic surgery that is now literally true until the next operation. It's a damn shame. We can only have sex with ourselves, Pepè, we can only have sex with ourselves.
How dare you, woman!
The lass was clearly addressing ME. I won't have you and your lesbian affections intruding on the God-given gift of sweaty heterosexual love between myself and the comely Miss Lewisja! Her flirtation may have been nothing more than an appropiate Ezcode-filtered wish of Christmas greetings to one and all, but damn it, she personalized it! My mother christened me "theray", my father circumcised me "theray", and doggarnnit, I'll lie on my deathbed with the moniker "theray" tattoed on my forehead in accordance with the community segregation laws of 2028!
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Not that I remember any of it, what with me being such a putrid newbie sycophant "oh, love me love me"-type of attention-whoring bag of "LOL" (LOL!), but this place used to be about a bunch of losers complaining about how it used to be, even when we had just begun to be. Moving forward, it was always about the back-whens: 'member when ThunderTalk was the shit? 'member when the Cantina was the bomb? 'member when Prequels was the "Rah rah goooooooOOOOOOO TEAM!!!"? 'member when before all that? Of course not, who cares! LOL!
LOL!
LOL! Anyway, rants make it all worth... nevermind.
Two years of DSOTM
Seven members strong!
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Apparently so . . .
Oh, ijo. As Senior Admin., I'd just like to say...
oh.. now i get it!
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