Plan9

"Don't let your demons follow you home," / But I make no attempt to redirect / Because they're company when I feel alone

"They call me Broadway, baby / A melodrama caught in a panorama."

I miss 2003.

Mantra: It's all junk.

TFP Donations: So easy a Plan9 can do it.

...but I hope you leave enough room for my fist, because I'm going to ram into your stomach and break your goddamn spine!

If you ever need that head to deflate to fit through doors, just post a picture of your abs.

Servers couldn't handle my return.

I crushed this year, I will crush the next year! High adventure in the spring, decadence in the summer! Remain calm.

Kick out the jams!

Hah, she's going near DC... she's going to get all the clogged roads she can handle.

Every time Stan posts, I imagine it's the dog talking.

I've started calling my cock Conan, because it lives and its slays and you cry for it.

So you cooked up a story and dropped the six of us in a meat grinder.

I know I am. I'm the famous comedian, Arnold Braunschweiger.

Cynth: I can't make any promises, amigo.

I can't feel my face when I'm with you... because you ate it.

Seems like the old Atom Smasher has a discernible wave pattern to it.

I'm writing off this whole week, folks.

Just call me Boomerang Ricochet.