Barely! Dienne's a really bad pilot, just sayin'! that was the scariest ride I've ever taken!
Well, it's not my fault that she told the pilot to shove it.
Guy was really angry (to the point I was annoyed) over a private channel. Meh.
Barely! Dienne's a really bad pilot, just sayin'! that was the scariest ride I've ever taken!
Well, it's not my fault that she told the pilot to shove it.
Guy was really angry (to the point I was annoyed) over a private channel. Meh.
Barely! Dienne's a really bad pilot, just sayin'! that was the scariest ride I've ever taken!
Well, it's not my fault you decided to get lost in the Andromeda forums *points at bag full of empty bottles*
Well, it's not my fault you decided to get lost in the Andromeda forums *points at bag full of empty bottles*
Wait, these are not marked. Tell me, they're not all Dr. Pepper, are they.
Because I didn't drink more than half a litre on the entire rescue operation.
Well, it's not my fault you decided to get lost in the Andromeda forums *points at bag full of empty bottles*
you flew when drunk? ![]()
Wait, these are not marked. Tell me, they're not all Dr. Pepper, are they.
Because I didn't drink more than half a litre on the entire rescue operation.
Are you suuuuure
you flew when drunk?
I bet she did
*hugs Dienne*
you flew when drunk?
They MIGHT be Dr. Pepper. Non-alcoholic. I have my doubts, however.
Are you suuuuure
About my own consumption? Yes. Definitely. About Dienne's? Nope.
I bet she did
*hugs Dienne*
*stands close, but comfortably distant, nodding at the two ladies, not wanting to make the hug awkward*
*hugs Serza for the rescue too*
you flew when drunk?
You have no proof of that *throws empty totally-not-Ryncol bottles out the window*
I bet she did
*hugs Dienne*
*hugs Ashie back*
Crap reached my like quota. ![]()
*hugs Serza for the rescue too*
*hugs back*
You have no proof of that *throws empty totally-not-Ryncol bottles out the window*
*hugs Ashie back*
Ah. I totally knew some of them smelled of Ryncol Tupari sportsdrink.
I'm just sitting here watching my guy die over and over in fallout 4...
so funny.
And the ragdoll physics and random limb explosions just make it better ![]()
*Drinks to OOLness*
Huh. You got me. Think I could sneak it under the Xmas tree...? ![]()
Huh. You got me. Think I could sneak it under the Xmas tree...?
...this must be what it feels like to read some of my posts. Sneak what?
I'm guessing Fallout 4. bam bam shoot-em-up! with exploding limbs and I love the Deathclaw monsters.. ahem..
*goes back to swtor and browsing dai pics*
All ten prints are finished! WOOOOO!!! *grabs his Dr Pepper and downs it in one*
Tell who what?
Awesome Pood. ![]()
*stares at the lot* If anyone tells him, I shoot that specific anyone.
???
Wow. She's lush. ![]()
Is it about my prints?
Pft, nope. Far more importantWow. She's lush.
Is it about my prints?
Your imagination does that. I think it's kind of normal. That, or we're the same brand of weird.
When I was in graduate school, I studied parasocial relationships. Our brains develop emotional attachments to fictional characters (or celebrities we've never met) the same way it develops attachments to real people/people we actually know. This is a normal process, because even though we consciously are aware that it's not the same, our brain doesn't differentiate. People who don't develop any kind of connection with fictional characters are usually also deficient in real relationships (which we know because so many people assumed that you needed to be a friendless loser to care about fake people, but those studies consistently suggested the opposite).
...and there's your lecture for the day, class. Shots on the house.