Originally Posted by: earthman buck*everything goes all film noir-y. Me n' you are both dressed up like private eyes in the 40's, what with the trenchcoats and cool hats and all*
*slaps you*
*backhands you*
Dammit, man, get a hold of yourself! First you're in the top ten, and everything is workin' out great! You got a job, a family, a little house in the suburbs.....every now and then you save up enough for a little getaway with the wife....things are peachy keen. Rep keeps on a-growin', before you know it, you're head to head with the big man himself! Next thing you know, you hit #1, and the only way to go is down! YOU CAN'T WIN IN THE SHADOW OF THE BIG MAN!!!
*grasps Cryptic by the shoulders and shakes him violently*
All #1 gives you is shame! All #1 gives you is shame! Shame.......shame.....
*collapses to ground, sobbing*
If somebody thinks they can come up with a better scenario for that, I'd like to see them try.
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They Said To Play It Louder Than Hell, We Promised That We Would
Hulk Smash!!
Whatever you do, don't eat limes. A friend of mine ate a lime once and BAM!! Two years later. Herpes.