Re-vote on IWT5

[Vesnic]

Sigh...I'm putting up the poll again. This time it'll have a time limit. Whichever wins out when time is up will be next year's deadline and there'll be no more bickering.

[donteatpoop]

Surely you don't think the bickering will ever truly end...

[Vesnic]

Heaven forbid!

...but at the moment, the image that comes to mind when I think of you all is a group of pre-teen girls at a slumber party whacking each other with pillows and pulling at each other's hair because one said she liked the same guy another one liked while the other one told her that her braces were ugly and one stood in the corner and cried while the other one screamed at the first one for being such a bitch and then another one said nuh uh, you're the bitch for calling her a bitch, and the hair-pulling and pillow-whacking wore on into the wee hours...

By the way, who's the clown who voted for Hail the Ves Day?

[Locke]

I preferred New Year's but voted for Christmas because I like it better than Halloween. Now New Year's actually has a vote... on the other hand, someone suggested August in the other thread, which I wouldn't mind...

[apotheosis]

Halloween wins. Game over.

Edit: And I sent out all of your comments. I didn't format them neatly or anything though, they are just in a messy blob. Sorta like one long rant of someone with multiple personality disorder. Enjoy. Gots papers to write now. : (

[Usoki]

Ah, but if my vote for New Year's becomes a nixed category, then Halloween and Christmas would become tied.

[End Master]

Voting's not over until the 13th anyway.

[Vesnic]

Hahahahaha. You guys are still at it, eh? You will see that the poll closes ten days from now. Whichever category has the most votes at that time, that will be the winner. Simple as pie. If they're tied, then I will exercise my right as contest winner to choose the deadline.

[Hi! My name is: Katie]

I voted for Christmas because it will give me a week or so when I am not in school. I'll still have to work, but it will at least give me some time to work on it while I am off. My second choice is January, and my third choice is Marchtober... if that's in March. I like the idea of bumping number 5 up to March, we could then have another in September or something.

[End Master]

See Ves, if you made the deadline Christmas, you’d be helping out a fellow female. So you made the deadline for Christmas, you’d really be helping out the sisterhood and I think that’s something you really want to do, given your recent trials and tribulations with the opposite gender.

So I think you should just make the deadline for Christmas and be done with it. You have the power to override this silly poll after all.

I know you'll make the right decision.

[Vesnic]

Ves will now be accepting bribes. Highest bidder will be sent bank transfer information via PM.

[Vesnic]

This is a reminder to any lazy fools out there who still haven't voted.

This poll closes day after tomorrow.

*foreboding music*

[Usoki]

I would like to point out that moving my vote from New Year's to Christmas constitutes a victory for Christmas.

[Vesnic]

And I would like to point out that you had two chances not to fuck up your vote.

But I'll take what you said into consideration. Grumble grumble grumble...

[Usoki]

If you wanted us to be unable to fuck up our votes, Hail the Ves Day wouldn't be on there. I mean, it could very well seize the lead.

[Vesnic]

I have a sneaking suspicion that the ones who voted for Hail the Ves Day are those goons from over at CYS, following behind that nefarious March fellow in his thinly veiled attempt to confound and confuddle us unsuspecting IS-ers.

[Usoki]

And LeBlanc, too. But what's your point? XD

[apotheosis]

It has always been Halloween. Let's keep it there.

[Vesnic]

Just under two hours till polls close! Any last-minute slackers out there?

[thoric]

I voted for Halloween because it was closest to the mouse pointer.

[apotheosis]

Hurray, we win! Thank you Thoric.

[End Master]

GRRRR! Fine! I don't care! I didn't want the stupid contest on Christmas anyway!

*Flips table over and takes ball home*

[Vesnic]

I think little Endy needs to take a timeout in the corner with the purple dunce cap!

[ChubbyTeletubby]

I'm with End.

Screw you guys, I'm goin' hoooome...

Ves and Apoth can lick my balls (which are extra vinegary right now).

[Vesnic]

Somebody was watching the two hours of South Park last night.

Very well, Chubby. You can take the green duncecap and take your seat facing the corner next to End.

[ChubbyTeletubby]

Nooo. I'm just the biggest South Park fan ever. Do not forget, foolish mortal, that South Park takes place in MY hood.

Seriously, though.

[Vesnic]

Don't get an attitude with me, little boy, or I'll be forced to beat you across the rump with the cat-o-nine whip I keep strung on my belt for just such occasions. It is so hard to get my point across in an educational system so opposed to corporeal punishment!

As for South Park, you are my bitch. I've been a devoted fan since its inception and I don't care if it takes place in your hood, I do the best fucking Cartman impersonation of anyone I know.

So there.

[ChubbyTeletubby]

Bitch! DO IT!!!

Since it's inception!? Bitch I been with it BEFORE it's inception! You in MY hood, bitch! Beat me with the cat-o-nine tails! Fuck if I care! You may think you know but you don't you fuckin Yankee Doodle New Englander dandy bitch!

NO IDEA! NO FUCKING IDEA, WHATSOEVER! If you aren't from Colorado there are at least three references per episode you don't get. TRUST ME. Bitch.

Oh God I'm so hot now. I'm gonna go dry hump the neighbor's dog.

[donteatpoop]

You're just teasing that dog, chubby. That's cruel. Go all the way. See if you can get it into a missionary position.

[ChubbyTeletubby]

Bitch, DEP, Youngstown aint but a hop skip and a jump away across the Ohio River. I'll rape your ass too bitch!

You don't want none. Seriously though. I want you, DEP. Physically.

[ChubbyTeletubby]

*Que: Tyrese: How you gonna act like that?*

DEEP IN THE GHETTO!

[End Master]

Very well, Chubby. You can take the green duncecap and take your seat facing the corner next to End.

Ha ha, this reminded me of the time back in kindergarten when the teacher was on a roll and was throwing everyone into the corners or making them face the wall.

Eventually she ran out of corners and walls and made one guy sit under the piano.

Guess who that one was? ;)

[Vesnic]

Hahaha! Somehow I can't imagine you five years old, but I suppose we all were once...did it traumatize you sitting under the piano or did you just diddle yourself with the pedals? (not sure how that would work, but it sure sounds good)

When I was that age, I was a real tomboy. I hated sitting around with all the girls and their dollies and much preferred hanging out with the guys and beating each other up all during recess. It was great dominatrix training. Annnyway, there was one day when I didn't feel like participating because I had just had my glasses punched into my face the day before and I was a little sore. Instead, I sat on the bench to cheer on my favorite boys. The whole field was filled with little boys just destroying each other. Ahhh, the public school system. Naturally, beating up your classmates was against the rules, but usually the recess monitors just turned the other cheek because they secretly condoned it. Howeever, the gym teacher, Mr. M-somethingreallyPolish-ski, came up to the base of the hill, surveyed the scene, then looked down at me sitting on the bench. He pulled me up by my shoulders and told me I had to go stand against the fence, which was the punishment back then. I couldn't believe it. I resisted and I cried and I shouted that I hadn't even been participating, but the sexist bastard would have none of it. So there I was, facing that horrible nondescript gray fence for the rest of the recess period.

Sexist fucking bastard. I'm glad he's dead now.

[thoric]

When I was in kindergarten, many of the kids would cry when their parents dropped them off and left. I did'bt though, kindergarten was too much darn fun. Anyway, they'd always get to eat lunch a bit early because they were crying, I don't get the logic behind it, but it often seemed to work. So the next time when my parents came to drop me off (I usually commuted to kindergarten in the van they operated), I started crying. I was faking it, but I've always been good at that and I got to eat lunch an hour early after all. A highlight of my youngling days and the first indication of the devious hellspawn I would grow up to be....

[Vesnic]

I was faking it, but I've always been good at that

Wow, really? Me too! I'm good at faking it.

[thoric]

It does seem very dirty when read in isolation from the rest of the paragraph...

[End Master]

As I remember I’d managed to annoy the teacher one more time in piano exile by reaching up and pressing the keys a couple times. Then I got threatened with further punishment and I stopped.

One of the funnier things that I remember in kindergarten was when I ran into the girl's bathroom. Not exactly sure why I did it. All I remember is that I was in running "mode" and I "couldn't" stop. I just had to keep going. Anyway I ran out of running space and all that was left was the girl's bathroom in front of me.

This other girl must've instinctively knew what I was going to do and shouted to me as I ran "HEY! YOU CAN'T GO INTO THE GIRL'S BATHROOM!"

I ran in anyway.

"I'M TELLING!"

Now I'm in the girl's bathroom and I turned the corner and this other girl is sitting on the toilet

HER: "EEEEEEEK!" (Followed by giggling)
ME: "AAAAAGH!" (Followed by laughting)

At this point she's trying to cover herself and I'm running back out of the bathroom laughing. The other girl is now in process of reporting me to Miss Finneger, who's now just giving me a disapproving look and shaking her head.

"You know better than that!" she scolded.

That was it though, she didn't do anything else.

[donteatpoop]

Try getting away with that now, End.

[End Master]

I sort of did, but it was a vastly different situation.

When I was helping my dad do sound for bands, we had this one female singer who used to play at all these lesbian bars.

One time we were at one of these “hardcore” dyke bars and it didn’t even have a men’s bathroom. I was sort of “timing it” of when it was more or less empty and left as quickly as possible.

Though my dad being a little less conservative about such things usually just barged in there and took a piss while they were dyking out in bathroom and then returned to sound board.

Dad’s so cool.