ATTN: Who are you?!
 

Who are all these people that I don't know who the crap they are?

I'm giving you one chance here to explain your obscure-ass selves.

Hi Flint. I'm Shawnee. You may remember me from such movies as "Hobo on the Run" and "Attention Whore Sweeties."

I'm fargon, 'nuff said.

I'm Razz, you offered to give me pearl necklace last month.

Flint, I am your father.

I'm a no-good, two-bit, yeller-bellied cuddle monkey. Hi, nice to meet you too!

you gotta be here more, flint.

No, I'm Shawnee. You may remember me from such movies as "Hobo on the Run" and "Attention Whore Sweeties."

Will the real Shawnee please try to get your drunk ass out of the gutter and stand up? :p

I have a sore throat...is this the clinic?

I'm a manc tart.

I'm a god.

...in a mirror

I'm the one who will most likely kill you in the morning. (LJ gave me that - I'd probably actually be voted most likely to bring you breakfast in bed.)

I yam who I yam.

I'm trying to make a connection between tikis and mirrors, and I'm just not getting it! Or is it an obscure song reference?

I'm the man in the box
Buried in my shit
Won't you come and save me? Save me.

Always good to try something new, huh?


(ducks as vase comes flying at my head)


:D

I'm the birthday girl. Nyah.
<blows raspberry>

What's Rasberry's last name?

I am Gravdigr. A lesbian trapped in a man's body.

You know, ALL my male friends have that SAME problem, Gravdigr. Coincidence?

You have to be careful what you put in your body.

Am I an obscure-ass if I've made less than 1000 posts (here)?

Nah. Lots of people know me. Some even like me. :D

But how many of the ones that DO know you, like you? LOL!!!

I'm sweetwater! Or in a mirror, retawteews.
Hmmm, I rather like the looks of that. :)

I don't know, but he didn't pay! :lol:

Is anybody else hearing the title of this thread in the voice of the Wizard of Oz?

I am .. no-one.

I Am... A National Acrobat

I am the world that hides the universal secret of all time.
Destruction of the empty spaces is my one and only crime.
I've lived a thousand times, I found out what it means to be believed.
The thoughts and images, the unborn child that never was conceived.

When little worlds collide I'm trapped inside my embryonic cell.
And flashing memories are cast into the never ending well.
The name that scorns the face, the child that never sees the cause of man.
The deathly darkness that belies the fate of those who never ran.

You gotta believe me,
I'm talking to you.

Well, I know its hard for you to know the reason why.
And I know you'll understand more when it's time to die.
Don't believe the life you have will be the only one.
You have to let your body sleep to let your soul live on.

I want you to listen,
I'm try'n' ta get through.

Love has given life to you and now it's your concern.
Unseen eye of inner light will make your soul return.
Still I look but not to touch the seeds of life are sown.
Curtain of the future falls, the secret stays unknown.

Just remember love is life, and hate is living death.
Treat your life for what it's worth and live for ev'ry breath.
Looking back I've lived and learned, But still now I'm wondering.
Here I wait and only guess what this next life will bring.

Ha Ha!

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Does that answer your question?

Who
who
who who

here ya go V

I think he was calling you a dog.

Your worst nightmare. :reaper:

Who are you?!
 

I HEARD IT TOO! But then I saw this ...

... and I said "Never mind."

I am, I said.

Oh. :(

cheer up....it's not like he called you a liar

:lol:

:: prays that's where it ends in this thread.... ::

wait...what? did jim really.. no, he wouldn't have. ;)

I think...I think I *am*. Therefore I am. I think...

Oh, wait. I'm no one. Really, really insignificant.

Even though I'm not LITERALLY a god!

+1 internets for you. You owe me a coffee free keyboard.

I am one.

I'm just this guy, you know?

Of course you are my bright little star,
I've miles
And miles
Of files
Pretty files
of your forefather's fruit
and now to suit
our great computer,
You're magnetic ink.

But I'm more than that. At least, I think I must be.

There you go, man
Keep as cool as you can
Face piles of trials with smiles
It riles them to believe
That you perceive
The web they weave...
And keep on thinking free



Gosh that takes me back.

:hedfone::bass::blunt::thumb:

I'm the one telling you like it is.

I am legend.

We used to call my grandmother "Queen Of All She Surveys." I think I'll adopt it. Yup. That's who I am.

Hey Flint: Who are YOU?

I are Zippyt !!!

My mum calls me Ree, she hates 'Rhianne' - says it was my Dad's idea.

Sounds like Rumpoles "She who must be obeyed." or as we like to call some of our friends kids, SWMBO. (Pronounced Swimbo)

or what?:eek:

Don't challenge me, upstarts.

"I work for no man... I have no name."

Unzip your fly Flint and, quick as a wink, look down. There I am!