p1ccard > ooo, a griffin. fancy
p1ccard > got ourselves a nice mini-gang
Jude Kopenhagen > Griffins are like jailbait
p1ccard > lol, i fail to see the metaphor
Jude Kopenhagen > They look easy, but they can get you into lost of trouble
p1ccard > got ourselves a nice mini-gang
Jude Kopenhagen > Griffins are like jailbait
p1ccard > lol, i fail to see the metaphor
Jude Kopenhagen > They look easy, but they can get you into lost of trouble
<Ulviirala> and sucking your own dick?
<Batolemaeus> this should summon prismx
<Batolemaeus> this should summon prismx
The RepoMan > shhhh no logic in this channel, this if for intel only
Veren > BSing is boring!
Elsebeth Rhiannon > wanna come here and switch to a POSprey?
Veren > No!
Veren > BSing is awesome!
Elsebeth Rhiannon > wanna come here and switch to a POSprey?
Veren > No!
Veren > BSing is awesome!
Miss Sneak > 2007.06.02 17:22:45 Notify Training of the skill Caldari Frigate lvl 0 has been completed.
Miss Sneak > wtf?
Barth3zzzNL > pwned
Miss Sneak > wtf?
Barth3zzzNL > pwned
Ubel Feuer > the reason pa even exists anymore is because I convinced shamis to leave them a system
rs232 Killer > what type of retard cloaks a rapier
Kayosoni ¦ FUCKING IRC WHORES
Kayosoni ¦ go do something worthwhike
Kayosoni ¦ worthwhile*
Kurenin ¦ like tell you to go fuck yourself, Kayosoni
Kurenin ¦ hey lemme try
Kurenin ¦ hey Kayosoni
Kurenin ¦ you know what
Kurenin ¦ go fuck yourself
Kurenin ¦ o/
Kayosoni ¦ go do something worthwhike
Kayosoni ¦ worthwhile*
Kurenin ¦ like tell you to go fuck yourself, Kayosoni
Kurenin ¦ hey lemme try
Kurenin ¦ hey Kayosoni
Kurenin ¦ you know what
Kurenin ¦ go fuck yourself
Kurenin ¦ o/
Ryan Brabovski > I was just cooking some chicken and I cut into it to see if it was done, and I was like "oh yeah, that's done. Done like dinner. ....wait, that IS dinner" XD
Hellown: fuck its cold here
Hellown: fuck you southerly wind
Hellown: be careful you dont all speak over each other.
Quinn Oron: Shh.
tradik: We're secretly planning your eventual downfall and banishment to antartica, Hell.
Quinn Oron: No, we're not!
Quinn Oron: (Trad, he's right there.)
tradik: (He'll never suspect it now! The deception is perfect.)
Quinn Oron: (Aye! He can't hear our thoughts when we think of brackets.)
tradik: (Diabolical, isn't it?)
Quinn Oron: (Rather.)
Hellown: fuck you southerly wind
Hellown: be careful you dont all speak over each other.
Quinn Oron: Shh.
tradik: We're secretly planning your eventual downfall and banishment to antartica, Hell.
Quinn Oron: No, we're not!
Quinn Oron: (Trad, he's right there.)
tradik: (He'll never suspect it now! The deception is perfect.)
Quinn Oron: (Aye! He can't hear our thoughts when we think of brackets.)
tradik: (Diabolical, isn't it?)
Quinn Oron: (Rather.)