At time of writing, quarter past midnight GMT, the last post in the general forum was by Angry American in the 'Tatoo Barbie' thread.

The time stamp?

1-25-08 3:56pm

I have an excuse. Took my girlfriend to Scarborough for a relaxing day at the seaside today, and we visited her parents yesterday. Between those times we were either sleeping, having sex or watching one of the new films that we'd bought on friday night.

Thats my excuse. Wheres yours, SC?

My main excuse is that I was working this weekend. When I wasn't, I was doing homework, sleeping, and unfortunately not having sex (well, not with other people...). I did get on SC a few times, but just for a little while to make and read a few strips.

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"Laughter is the language of the soul." - Pablo Neruda, as quoted by Lisa Simpson

My excuse? Couldn't really be bothered.

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Crash. Bang. Krrrsh. Uhhhhn. Crash. Bang. Krrrsh. Click. Blam. Onomatopoeia.

My dog ate my Internet, sir.

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The following statement its true. The previous statement is false

I just bought a bunch of Gamecube games with robots in them (Robotech Battlecry, Chibi-Robo, Custom Robo and Metroid Prime 2, yes I know, Samus isn't technically a robot, however I refuse to objectify her as a woman until she takes the gotdam robot suit off). They've been keeping me busy. I mention that they are all games about robots because my central series, To Serve Robot-Kind, is of course all about robots. My excuse for not adding to TSRK as of late? Genital warts.

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"He was cursed with a horrorshow of a face, like Guiseppe Archbold doing a study of mollusk tumors."

I went to see an Andy Warhol exhitibit at the art gallery.

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Poop.

my excuse: indians. i'm not gonna elaborate. they know what they've done.

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what if nigger meant kite

I was lying around fantasizing about Robert Loggia and Ben Gazarra, which trumps everything.

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Legend, oh legend, the third wheel legend...always in the way.

My girlfriend was busy being mad at stupid things. And I happened to be one of the stupid things. So basically I was catching hell all weekend and the interwebs were the least of my worries.

I kept forgetting that you have to hit "Save" after "Preview."

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You can take the heart out of the hooker but you can't take the hooker out of the heart. -- Frankenhooker

We have a forum?

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the kid's getting old, the kid's getting old

You mean the internet is real? I thought it was a figment of my deranged mind.

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It was such a waste of everyone’s time and money that even the Tokyo stadium’s rape robots apologized– something they were programmed specifically never to do.

On January 25, at about 3:30, I was probably on here, but not posting. Then I went shopping. Then I caught some sleep and went to work until 6am.  I then attempted to sleep but my son decided he would not be sleeping, and therefore neither would I. That entire ordeal is a scrambled mix of bad cartoons, waffles, chocolate milk, and possibly checking in on here (along with cnn and my email, the only three places I currently frequent daily). My computer was soon taken over by other people as I attempted sleep. An hour later I heard a girl screaming, turned out to be my son. I was awake again. Then my ankle landed hard on the edge of a chair. The pain was extreme, which ice seemed to intensify. I decided to take it easy while lying on the couch with my foot propped up. The pain eventually subsided, I think it's just a bruise. It doesn't hurt to walk on it, but there's still a small stinging pain sensation. I don't like doctors or hospitals, but I will go if someone believes there's good enough reason to.

And now I'm here, explaining to you how tramatically boring my weekend really has been.

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Mediocrity at its most average.

We had a mixed Read's birthday/Anna's baptism* party, involving ridiculous numbers of relatives, a weiner dog, lots of booze, and more Matchbox cars than you could shake a stick at.

*I married a nice Catholic girl.  Thankfully, she's not TOO Catholic.

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I has a flavor!

setting the standard for all you lazy bastards.

wait. i posted something on sunday? i better take a look because i was whacked on heroin that whole day.

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Kill Whitey.

I post about once out of every 20 times I'm here, since none of you deserve my company.

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"Only things I approve of should exist." -some guy on the internet

My dog, he won't stop, he's ravenous! In the name of all that is holy send help!

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The following statement its true. The previous statement is false

That's no way to talk about your sister.

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Mediocrity at its most average.

I was kinda waitin' for someone else to post something in the ultimate run-on sentence, since I seem to be one of the scant few even remotely interested in it any more and didn't want to appear greedy :P

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“It is only with the heart that one sees rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” - The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (1945)

ULTIMAET THRED!!

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Our liability coverage is zero. Our balls however are enormous.

Poastin in an epic thred lulz

No posting. No threads. No users. No comics. FINAL DESTINATION.

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the kid's getting old, the kid's getting old

Warcraft.

My wife started complaining, so I had to peel myself away long enough to install it on her computer and get her addicted too.

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Dinosaurs had eggs bro, the chicken came way later.

LuckyGuess

CONFIRMED FOR BRAWL

I was en route from New Orleans to San Francisco. We leave from here in a week for New Zealand for at least a year.

The good news? I'll be that much closer to Injokester.

Bad News? Bye, bye, Mandingo.