HOT DAMN LETS GET NAKED

First iterations of Moonshine and Nivosus. I think we have five (maybe six) maps when I last played...

OH *chocolate cookies* for the mod who keeps editing my posts, I forgot the "multicoloured universe of uppers, downers, screamers and laughers." Seriously you should have picked up on that, unless you haven't read the book in which case I'd highly recommend getting your hands on a copy.

Here in spirit. With spirits. Also Ether. And Acid. 75 Mescaline pellets. The mod should just whote the whole line from fear and loathing to save us both some time.

You are a cuntknuckle mate - relationships are not cars, you don't total one then get a new one. Yes that's a common attitude, but it's juvenile and pathetically shallow attitude that is disrespectful to the lady if you're only using her to get over the last one while dipping your wick. Unless...

To use an Australian idiom, Build a bridge and get over it. Now that might sound curt and insulting, but the reality is you need to make your own bridge. Like giest said, there is no best way - although I am an advocate of Scotch and Ice Cream, a brief (ha) period of self loathing eventually...

That name is bad and you should feel bad. Alternatively, Cancer.

*dance* me, sounds like it was his girlfriend.

I'm totally OK for you to use my T-shirt to soak up your tears - everyone needs a shoulder to tear on *INSERT INAPPROPRIATE COMMENT ABOUT CRYING ON SHOULDER OF -SUBJECT NAMES MOTHER- HERE*

... are you all seriously this uncultured? Oh right, yanks.

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*dance* yeah, Matt Damon as Robin, and Robin Williams as commissioner Gorden. Good Wayne Hunting

It's not just your government, your society is in a pretty bad way as well - America is like a great tree that termites have infested, the outside of the tree remains strong and powerful but the inside is being eaten away. It is horrifying to watch, especially when you live in the tree one...

I for one am enjoying watching the worlds greatest military superpower collapse on the home front.

WHERE THE *dance* IS MY T-SHIRT GOAT FUCKER