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Post by siamesesin on Aug 22, 2005 16:19:29 GMT -5
I thank heavens I have a brush and use my smell-inured nose to ignore the nastiness.
You must sit through continuous 401k meetings.
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Post by Don Quixote on Aug 22, 2005 16:25:51 GMT -5
Okay, but I ultimately go insane, and start conducting the meetings as a pirate.
I curse you to playing D&D and never, EVER stopping for any reason.
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Post by siamesesin on Aug 22, 2005 16:29:40 GMT -5
I choke myself with my twelve-sided die.
Your toenails grow and grow and cannot be cut.
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Post by Don Quixote on Aug 22, 2005 16:39:54 GMT -5
I make a fortune in freak shows and medical arenas.
I curse you with constantly turning into a blueberry and refilling with juice. You must depend on Oompa-Loompas all day! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!
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Post by siamesesin on Aug 22, 2005 16:43:47 GMT -5
I market my own line of juices and swallow up Ocean Spray.
You are given a horrible thirst and set in a pool of water which recedes when you near it (classic but good).
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Post by In_Stereo on Aug 22, 2005 20:08:08 GMT -5
I get a really big long straw (Tantalus, I feel for ya dude, but you sure are dumb)
You are cursed with a really fat gut, and I have made all your shirts that hide it disappear!
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Post by siamesesin on Aug 22, 2005 22:16:24 GMT -5
I become a world-famous female sumo wrestler.
You are stuck in a room full of Trekkies.
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Post by mummifiedstalin on Aug 24, 2005 22:57:16 GMT -5
They're not only Trekkies but SUPERMODEL Trekkies.
You are drowning in a vat of rancid pubic hair.
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Post by In_Stereo on Aug 24, 2005 23:47:05 GMT -5
I realise that for me to be drowning, by definition there has to be water involved. Then I contact Paris Hilton, who, although really dumb, has an extensive knowledge of pubic hair. I sit through the revolting details of 1 Night in Paris to get to the end, where she tells me the best way to get my fingers through the hair, and how to keep it out of my mouth, and that if I come across Rick Salomon's schlong, to let her know, so she can jump in too.
Cameras are placed all throughout your house, in such ways that they are impossible to remove; now you have no privacy at all BUWAHAHAHAHA!
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Post by mummifiedstalin on Aug 24, 2005 23:57:44 GMT -5
I, uh, leave my house. And get a new one.
I curse you with...PRESIDENT BUSH! Sorry. You wake up one morning to fine that your nervous system has a rare disease in which all of your pain sensors fire continuously for no reason. No drugs dull the pain.
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Post by Afgncaap5 on Aug 25, 2005 0:53:17 GMT -5
This pushes me to develop mental power to the point where I am able to leave my body and posess others, who have no such problems with their nervous system.
You're posessed by the spirit of Afgncaap5.
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Post by Don Quixote on Aug 26, 2005 0:18:06 GMT -5
Okay, but I put a bullet in my head to end the curse.
I curse you to look like Ronald McDonald all the time, and any plastic surgery dosen't work.
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Post by Afgncaap5 on Aug 26, 2005 0:46:10 GMT -5
I take this as a chance to turn to a life of crime, fighting dark heroes dressed as bats. Decades later, when I gain the power of a certain pan-dimensional being from the 5th dimension, I won't loose the power by acting so foolishly.
You acheive a level of fame so precise that the people of the world DEMAND a stamp in your likeness. Even if they have to kill you to speed up the process.
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Post by siamesesin on Aug 26, 2005 9:25:05 GMT -5
I say cheese, then ask if I can do one where I am mooning.
I curse you with credit card debt that equates the deficit.
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Post by Don Quixote on Aug 27, 2005 19:58:29 GMT -5
Allright, but I'll just do what uncle sam does... ignore it!
I curse you to having your eyes glued to your TV for all time... with non-soluable glue!
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