[QUOTE=maniac;17221238]You should pick her up and sternly say no. And if she does it again slap her. Not that hard though.[/QUOTE]
I would if it was something important, she was trying to munch my food earlier and i did it. i didn't hit her though, kinda kept shoving her away untill she got the message.
..ok she actually just fell off the sofa and she's too small to get back up but she plodded away eventually
lol theres a big picture of a cat in the paper and the puppy's munching it.
[QUOTE=HARDCORERAPE;17221291]I would if it was something important, she was trying to munch my food earlier and i did it. i didn't hit her though, kinda kept shoving her away untill she got the message.
..ok she actually just fell off the sofa and she's too small to get back up but she plodded away eventually[/QUOTE]
Yea I guess it's not hit worthy. The only times since my dog has grown I've hit him is because when he is in the yard he barks at all old ladies and little kids that walk by.
[QUOTE=maniac;17221374]Yea I guess it's not hit worthy. The only times since my dog has grown I've hit him is because when he is in the yard he barks at all old ladies and little kids that walk by.[/QUOTE]
3/4 of my dogs i can just pick up when they're being bad. the other one's far too strong for me and she runs and steals peoples pic-nics.
"Ohhh, you fucking idiot... -.-"
[QUOTE=HARDCORERAPE;17221465]3/4 of my dogs i can just pick up when they're being bad. the other one's far too strong for me and she runs and steals peoples pic-nics.[/QUOTE]
That must have been awkward. I'd probably just get out of there if my dog ruined someone's pic nic.
[QUOTE=maniac;17221618]That must have been awkward. I'd probably just get out of there if my dog ruined someone's pic nic.[/QUOTE]
she does it all the fucking time, i don't take her out in the summer anymore unless I've got Ash with me. ...even then we tend to avoid it actually
Can't sleep... supose I'll listen to soothing music
so glad im getting a hair cut tomorrow.
wtf it's 4am.. imma go to bed, I'll call ash for a bit.
bye fp
Police are like gray hairs. You rip one screaming from the scalp of existence and two more show up on your porch waving shotguns around.
u got some pretty scary hairs man
[QUOTE=Chichen;17222524]Police are like gray hairs. You rip one screaming from the scalp of existence and two more show up on your porch waving shotguns around.[/QUOTE]:ohdear:
The time of the Bloodmoon has come again.
My apathetic nature makes attracting people of the opposite gender near impossible, I'll never have a girl friend at this rate. :sigh:
Well, night everyone.
[QUOTE=HARDCORERAPE;17221465]3/4 of my dogs i can just pick up when they're being bad. the other one's far too strong for me and she runs and steals peoples pic-nics.[/QUOTE]
get spurs
morning -_-
For some reason I kept dreaming about Russian woman and cheese
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[QUOTE=NuclearDwarf;17223823]morning -_-[/QUOTE]G'night :downs:
Goddamn left ear's blocked again, this is really starting to piss me off now.
Why does that guy RAWRrrr always have to post something related to girls, whether it be about him supposably screwing them, flirting with them or asking them out?
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Thrown back by the dark magicks of the half-formed Blood God, Damien felt the tangible emotion of fear slowly collect in his heart. The machine was circulating the energized blood of countless ritually-sacrificed Felans to add matter and energy to the now-corporeal Blood God, and it would be only a matter of time before it was strong enough to walk the Earth once more.
But along with the sense of terror and righteous indignation within him, a new sensation welled up as well... Desire. The desire to consume. The energy bolt thrown at him by the Blood God was seemingly absorbed by the shield Damien cast. Whilst initially, Damien's lust for power was constrained by his physical form, it seemed now that absorbing the bolt had somehow awoken an arcane power within him.
He recalled how, a few hours ago, he'd agreed to be a guinea pig for a genetic alteration experiment, fusing his DNA with that of a long-extinct race of seemingly-divine beings. What was awoken was the arcane prowess of the ancient race, and their near-insatiable lust for power. In an attempt to sate his powerlust, he drew upon the energies of the blood, knowing in his head what he was doing was wrong, taking the energies of the murdered innocents. But it was the only way to drive back the Blood God, and prevent his manifestation.
Now seething with the energies of the sacrificed, he called upon their restless spirits, lingering long after the Klansmen had sacrificed them. Thankfully, Damien had saved the latest collection of sacrifices, including his treasured best friend Adam, first-born of his noble race, from the grisly fate the rest did. He felt a sense of heroism and valor as Ianto escorted them from the eldritch catacombs of the corrupted Cathedral.
But the only thing Damien could now promise the restless dead, was revenge. Revenge on the Klansmen that sacrificed them, and on the horror that their dark masters strove to bring back onto this plane. For even after completing unfinished business, there was no such thing as rest, for any spirit. Only ceaseless conciousness and observation of the universe. But at least revenge would sate the lust for revenge that the restless dead now suffered.
With a rush of energy, Damien cast the spirits hurtling at the Blood God, rending it's flesh and energies like a swarm of locust piranhas. Some of the beast's energies were absorbed by Damien, to sate his still-raging appetite for magic. But this beast, no matter how much energy it had, was not enough to sate the revenge of the dead. No, they desired the lives of their executioners, and more than just that. They now desired to be alive once again.
Like a tide of death, they stripped the fleeing Klansmen of their souls, and took the bodies for their own, rending apart the human form to reveal the Felan reborn within. It was a grisly rebirth, but all in all a mind-expanding experience. But such a magnificent feat had taken it's toll on Damien. Overwhelmed with energy, he barely escaped the catacombs before they crumbled around him. And just before he collapsed from exhaustion, he turned around to see the cathedral burst into eldritch flames, it's magicks now undone.
When he came to in his apartment, he looked up to see two familiar faces. The defined human face of Ianto, grinning with jubilation, and the hirsute Felan face of Adam, concerned about his best friend. With the ache of unsettled bones and cramped muscles, Damien rose agonisingly awake. And thankfully, alive.
I need help finding a KMFDM song. What I know is that there's a part where Lucia's voice sounds high pitched.
It's driving me nuts!
MORNING
holy fuck, college today :D
I am thinking about tits.
Lol'd when a pyro went past me while I was taunting.
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Now I sleep
I've been battling this fucking issue on va for weeks. If I have finally won I will cry with happiness!
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