reyler

*uses your brain for storing knitting needles*

*(doesn't knit)*

I mean, if you're okay with the job being done slapdash instead of efficiently

I mean, if you want any real effort going into it, then probably

You must've done something to warrant a hanging

Well, considering everything that goes wrong on DM can be traced back to you - it's right there in your sig - there's not a whole lot left to be responsible for

Pretty sure I actually AM responsible for all of those and worse. Not in a legally actionable way, but only because the law is more for you peons than it is for me

All butts what have ever been in Fiddles are automatically property-du-reyler. It's your own fault for being here.

Insufficent thrashing about, give it another go.

12:08, flipping your game table over.

Obscurity, eh? *fills your lungs with sheep manure*

Have you considered adjusting the volume

Also if you answer that with a measurement-based pun I will tie a knot in your wang

Put yer brain to the grindstone, boy

You ain't claim nothin' here, child, all these butts do belongs to me

Also it's nice to see you back around here, Sir Alvin, but you weren't even trying with that pun

I hate Geddy Lee's voice and I always have

Ew, Rush

Also having their house broken over your head could have something to do with it.

It means your head is covered in bees who are angry at you because they're bees

*does breaks the beehive over your head*

*has a Sharpie and the Pythagorean Formula and isn't afraid to use them*

Yes, yes, Nyn = boobs, I know the math   

FRENCH REVOLUTION *guillotines Nyn*

HOW AM I TO TIE MY SHOES

YOU DIDN'T THINK THIS ONE THROUGH DID YOU

*kneecaps you*

But then I shan't be able to see my feet!