StoryJunkie

master....

I love the simplicity of the image of the decaying rose. Genius. If Snape, bless his evil soul, ever wrote me a Valentine, it'd probably go something like: Here, try my new potion, laced with a touch of Belladonna and immersed in the last breath of Romeo and Juliet. I call it: Love Potion number 23 and a half. Enjoy. Or bugger off and quit pestering me. There's no real love potion, you silly git, and if there was, I'd less use it upon the likes of you than I would any of the Weasleys.

keep our teeth clean while at the same time, providing much needed roughage. I don't know about you, but the thought of__________________-

^ is magical, how evil! < thinks snow is insidious. < likes to use the word "insidious" in sentences to show off evil vocabulary V prefers to show off other, less evil, however no less pompous vocabulary.

Your Days Are Numbered (a song title, apparently by a Texas music group, delightfully evil, but I'm not sure I've actually heard this song) I just thought of the title, and said to myself: "Surely, this must be a title to something!" and I googled it. And lo, so it was....

Narcissus

Nothing in this life is free. Everything has a price. Your soul is MINE! Anyone suddenly thinking of Mortal Kombat?

MUAHAHAHAHA! (Poly is so good at this, I would hug her if I weren't so darned evil) Nanaea?

WE lived in a tent for a summer while my parents were house-hunting. For years afterward, my mom raved about how little housework she had, and I found out what "Gen Del" meant. I have never volunteered at a soup kitchen.

gab

Evil

4634 (carefully and evilly types it out)

Frankie Avalon

Two circles emoting. Yes. Yes, I do think its cute, but I have an evil reputation to maintain. (Loves the sweat-drop) G/NG: admires others' emoticon savvy

I am no longer allowed to refer to snowfall as "insidious stuff" to the city clean-up crew.

heh. I am going to trust my instincts more when certain photos get posted. "That looks like what Dr Bunsen Honeydew would look like if he were younger," I thought to myself (or rather, I am thinking (past tense) to myself).

very well, I accept your puny excuse.. um..red?

Telling Ukrainian jokes and drinking beer was a pass-time amoung us back in the day. I came across one just a while ago, and I thought I'd share. Excuse me if I already told it to you. Know any? (No offense to Ukrainians out there. I am one btw.) The death of the ethnic joke has been sadly observed by me in the politically correct atmosphere in which I've spent most of my adult years. Enjoy. Share if you want. One dark night outside a small town in Saskatchewan, a fire started inside the local sausage plant and in a blink it exploded into massive flames. The alarm went out to all the fire departments from miles around. When the volunteer fire fighters appeared on the scene, the sausage company president rushed to the fire chief and said, "All of our secret formulas are in the vault in the center of the plant. They must be saved and I will give $50,000 to the fire department that brings them out intact." But the roaring flames held the firefighters off. Soon more fire departments had to be called in as the situation became desperate. As the firemen arrived, the president shouted out that the offer was now $100,000 to the fire department who could bring out the company's secret files. From the distance, a lone siren was heard as another fire truck came into sight. It was the nearby Yorkton rural township volunteer fire department composed mainly of Ukrainians over the age of 65. To everyone's amazement, the little run-down fire engine, operated by these Ukrainians, passed all the newer sleek engines parked outside the plant...and drove straight into the middle of the inferno. Outside the other firemen watched as the Ukrainian old timers jumped off and began to fight the fire with a performance and effort never seen before. Within a short time, the Yorkton old-timers had extinguished the fire and saved the secret formulas. The grateful sausage company president joyfully announced that for such a superhuman feat he was upping the reward to $200,000, and walked over to personally thank each of the brave, though elderly, Ukrainian firefighters. The local TV news reporters rushed in after capturing the event on film asking, "What are you going to do with all that money?" "Vell," said Nick Sputski, the 70-year-old fire chief, ".....da furst thing vee gonna do is fix da brakes on dat focking truck."

Welcome, although, we'll see how evil you really are with time...

ng. I am constrained by God Himself to love everybody. Including..members of my family. But I can say that when they live thousands of miles away. G/NG: skinny-dipped once upon a time.

you two sicken me...your joy is so un-evil-like. Daz?

4606...nearly evil...

I am wishing Pol a good night, and a peaceful restful sleep, albiet an evil one, in which there will be no memory loss.

I am no longer allowed to think that reminded me of "Ant Bully"

killed first, then served with long-horn steer and pecan pie. Would that the possibility_______________