Big T is from Leeds, IIRC. I wonder where he is. He might have slothed himself to death.
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Phil the Nuka-Cola Dude
Sonny, I Watched the Vault Bein' Built!
Welcome All!
@ Xavier - Your 244.37 KB sig must be murder on 56kers
When I had 56k, the max download rate I would get was 4 kb/ps on a good day...
Now its pretty much 600 kb/ps on a slow server, 1+ mb/ps on a fast one.
@ Xavier - Your 244.37 KB sig must be murder on 56kers
When I had 56k, the max download rate I would get was 4 kb/ps on a good day...
Now its pretty much 600 kb/ps on a slow server, 1+ mb/ps on a fast one.
Xavierblazer
Vault Senior Citizen
More of a reason for them to upgrade!
I better change it before I get b& though
I better change it before I get b& though
When I was on 56k I had a download rate of 7 kb/s on a good day. Now I have 30 kb/s on a good day.
DSL is just like SO exciting, if the ISP wouldn't totally suck and be too incompetent to make the claims of "Internet highway" come true.
Germany is such a shithole sometimes...
/OT
Hi n00bz lawl!
DSL is just like SO exciting, if the ISP wouldn't totally suck and be too incompetent to make the claims of "Internet highway" come true.
Germany is such a shithole sometimes...
/OT
Hi n00bz lawl!
pygmypiranha
First time out of the vault
Hey everyone! I'm Alex. I live in Marquette Michigan and goto Northern Michigan University.
pygmypiranha said:
I'm so incredibly sorry for you.
Nope, sorry: I don't remember you, but then again: I don't remember much.
I do, however, remember the 26th of September 2002.
The day my girlfriend left me.
The day the world crumbled around me and I was left alone, like that kid in that story, what's his name again: Rudy, Ratty, Remi, yeah, Remi, I think.
That day I do remember.
And I do remember all the pain and agony.
And the drugs.
And the booze.
And the whores, oh yes, the whores. Them and the seemingly endless masturbation sessions in the kitchen at three o'clock in the morning.
I also remember waking up one day in a pile of my own vomit and shit, but not the kind of solid shit that leaves one's sphincter on a regular day, no, I'm talking about the liquid shit one tends to shit when one drinks too much and eats far too little.
That I remember, although I wish I didn't.
Thank God all of that is behind me now.
No more pain and agony.
No more jerking off in the middle of the night with a reefer between my lips and a porn magazine in front of me.
No more, I say, no more.
Now I have to get up at 6.15, each and every morning.
Now I have to waste my precious time sitting at a desk, writing stupid texts for retarded people and earn money to buy food and clothes and presents for my bitch.
Yeah, life is good and I'm doing great.
Forty more years of boredom and I can retire.
Hm.
I wonder if my coffin will come with a pillow.
If it does, I want one of those really comfortable ones, one that supports the neck and doesn't fuck up your back.
I wonder if they will still make those by then.
I do, however, remember the 26th of September 2002.
The day my girlfriend left me.
The day the world crumbled around me and I was left alone, like that kid in that story, what's his name again: Rudy, Ratty, Remi, yeah, Remi, I think.
That day I do remember.
And I do remember all the pain and agony.
And the drugs.
And the booze.
And the whores, oh yes, the whores. Them and the seemingly endless masturbation sessions in the kitchen at three o'clock in the morning.
I also remember waking up one day in a pile of my own vomit and shit, but not the kind of solid shit that leaves one's sphincter on a regular day, no, I'm talking about the liquid shit one tends to shit when one drinks too much and eats far too little.
That I remember, although I wish I didn't.
Thank God all of that is behind me now.
No more pain and agony.
No more jerking off in the middle of the night with a reefer between my lips and a porn magazine in front of me.
No more, I say, no more.
Now I have to get up at 6.15, each and every morning.
Now I have to waste my precious time sitting at a desk, writing stupid texts for retarded people and earn money to buy food and clothes and presents for my bitch.
Yeah, life is good and I'm doing great.
Forty more years of boredom and I can retire.
Hm.
I wonder if my coffin will come with a pillow.
If it does, I want one of those really comfortable ones, one that supports the neck and doesn't fuck up your back.
I wonder if they will still make those by then.
Well, look at it this way, at least you're not Polish...
Oh, and, welcome new bloods.
Oh, and, welcome new bloods.
Briosafreak
Lived Through the Heat Death
Lathana said:
Hmmm nope, the only Lathana i remember was someone from The Project, it isn`t you is it? Well anyway welcome 8)
Hi, newbie.
Read the Fallout 3 and the News forum, in particular posts from December 2003.
Read the Fallout 3 and the News forum, in particular posts from December 2003.
Forgotten said:
It is quite simple.
Wooz said:
After the initial ridicule for not bothering to keep up on basic points before registering and then posting cluelessly onto a forum without bothering to read topics beforehand, some of them sulk off back to the sites that do not require intelligence such as GameSpot or GameSpy.
Nothing. I may have drunk too much on occasion and cracked my skull by walking into a road sign, but nothing much.alec said:Yeah, whatever happened to Big T?Wooz said:
Mostly it's been the aforementioned drinking ( ... my name's Tom and I'm ...) and 'slothing' myself to death.
Oh, I've also been trying to live without caffeine and alcohol, but the beer and coffee make that kinda hard.
As for my absence, I find human interaction takes more effort than beer and masturbation.
EDIT - I forgot to welcome all the new victims. Welcome.
Welcome back Big T. Prepare yourself for a new era of oppression :]
Also, check out my cool sig.
Also, check out my cool sig.
The Man From Utopia
First time out of the vault
I, noob.
Nice community you've got here, by the way.
Nice community you've got here, by the way.
Y'know, they got alcohol-free beer and decaffeinated coffee now.
This world is going to hell in a handbasket.
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OT: Heya, n00bz.
This world is going to hell in a handbasket.
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OT: Heya, n00bz.