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I have posted over 300 posts and over 10,000 words and have been registered for 40 days so why dosn't it say that I am now a regular? I know its a bit stupid me not knowing but I havn't been on this site very long so I wouldn't know.
I have posted over 300 posts and over 10,000 words and have been registered for 40 days so why dosn't it say that I am now a regular? I know its a bit stupid me not knowing but I havn't been on this site very long so I wouldn't know.
Let's face facts, the world hates you.
The gods have a personal agenda with you and you'll never be happy.
You're the only with seagul crap in his hair, with a hole in his trousers.
You glue your finges together, you never get any red skittles, and your TV airiel doensn't work.
You never get to watch late-night C5 and can't get past the goat in Broken Sword.
You always slip up on ice and break the chairs you sit on.
Your hair sticks up at the back, no-one remembers your name and you always get the blame.
You have too many 1p's and your feet smell.
Your girlfiends leave you and your dinner's always cold.
No colour suits you, the ligths will always change when you get close.
Your ice-creams falls on the floor, little dogs hump your legs and you fall down stairs.
You always step on upturned plugs, you always need a patch for your new game and everything's too expensive.
You don't like food in general and your conversatinal skills lack any substance.
You can't put shelves up, you always stub your little toes.
Whatever you do, you produce a small squeaky noise and everyone thinks you've let one rip.
You always fall in mud.
Your umbrella turns inside out.
Your socks never match.
Your trousuers are too short.
You can't play football and always get your toungue stuck to cold stuff.
You sneeze at the wrong times, bogies fall out you nose.
Spiders fall on your face, your showers are cold
Something stings your eyes, you can never sleep.
Your biro leaks and your handwriting is crap.
You like cuddly toys and Saturday morning TV.
Your cornflakes are soggy, your teeth are yellow.
You are the god's game, their fun and frollicks. They bet on your downfalls and your failures.
The world hates you, you'll never be a regular.
The gods have a personal agenda with you and you'll never be happy.
You're the only with seagul crap in his hair, with a hole in his trousers.
You glue your finges together, you never get any red skittles, and your TV airiel doensn't work.
You never get to watch late-night C5 and can't get past the goat in Broken Sword.
You always slip up on ice and break the chairs you sit on.
Your hair sticks up at the back, no-one remembers your name and you always get the blame.
You have too many 1p's and your feet smell.
Your girlfiends leave you and your dinner's always cold.
No colour suits you, the ligths will always change when you get close.
Your ice-creams falls on the floor, little dogs hump your legs and you fall down stairs.
You always step on upturned plugs, you always need a patch for your new game and everything's too expensive.
You don't like food in general and your conversatinal skills lack any substance.
You can't put shelves up, you always stub your little toes.
Whatever you do, you produce a small squeaky noise and everyone thinks you've let one rip.
You always fall in mud.
Your umbrella turns inside out.
Your socks never match.
Your trousuers are too short.
You can't play football and always get your toungue stuck to cold stuff.
You sneeze at the wrong times, bogies fall out you nose.
Spiders fall on your face, your showers are cold
Something stings your eyes, you can never sleep.
Your biro leaks and your handwriting is crap.
You like cuddly toys and Saturday morning TV.
Your cornflakes are soggy, your teeth are yellow.
You are the god's game, their fun and frollicks. They bet on your downfalls and your failures.
The world hates you, you'll never be a regular.
Very poetic I thought.
Alright that happened to me and I asked, and I got insulted so I feel sorry for you and I'm going to tell you what you want to know.
It takes a day to get updated, so look tomorrow.
It takes a day to get updated, so look tomorrow.
FFF waxes lyrical about his life.
Oh yee of little faith...
sorry i just like saying it...
Give the system a while to process what you have done, it took me about to days to change from a newbi to a regular...
In due time my fury friend, in due time.
*impressed with his smart comments*
sorry i just like saying it...
Give the system a while to process what you have done, it took me about to days to change from a newbi to a regular...
In due time my fury friend, in due time.
*impressed with his smart comments*