greetings sugar muffins,
enigmaboard has returned.
after a long vacation into the brazilian alps the prodigal index.php finally found his way into the abandoned cave of a great hermit.
(he was great because he was very large and measured his girth in quadrants and sectors)
a marvelously cheesy way.
sadly, the way was lost once again a year later.
however, hope florushes in orange places. in 1987 i was traveling down the interstate, sipping a gallon of sweet tea from express chicken, when suddenly, the urge.jpg.
feeling that I could hold it no longer, i began to urgently quest for the nearest reststop-ay, in order to relieve myself of the burning agony within my bladder. fuck sweet tea
soon, i came upon Rest Ape, a curiously-branded hole in the desert with the letters E, S, and T darkened on its orange neon sign. the place was deserted.
which was fine with me, rogor.
I limped to the restrooms, which were marked by giant red arrows painted everywhere. I got into position and let loose a golden shower of joy, relief, and chicken nuggets.
as I was bullying commodeian natives in the whirlpool of despair, I felt a grip upon my faded jeans.
a being slowly looked up at me
and said two words
that I will never forget
for the rest of my life
rogor i hate this forum already