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Post by wedestroymyths on Mar 19, 2006 1:42:08 GMT -5
I get to play with the rabbits, George. I just want to play with the rabbits.
You are cursed to have Woody Guthrie-esque--thought only 1/4 as talented as Guthrie--folk singer follow you around, chronicling your woes in warbly folk songs.
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Post by Bart Fargo on Mar 19, 2006 22:44:48 GMT -5
I'm the hit of coffeehouses everywhere with my song "Being a folksinger today is like being a dinosaur with something to say."
Every movie you like from now on will have crappy sequels that ruin every good memory of the original (a.k.a. "The Phantom Menace" effect.)
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Post by Don Quixote on Mar 20, 2006 3:25:26 GMT -5
Since I never go to the movies, that's not a big deal.
You shall be cursed with Joe Don Baker sex appeal for the rest of your days!
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Post by Bart Fargo on Mar 24, 2006 7:59:52 GMT -5
You mean my sex appeal will increase? All right! Now I can bed Linda Evans!
You will emit the persistent odor of rotting eggs.
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Post by jkazoolien on Mar 24, 2006 17:04:46 GMT -5
I hire myself out as a peaceful riot breaker.
May your dog get hit and killed by a car.
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Post by Crapythe on Mar 30, 2006 22:21:11 GMT -5
Since we have no dog we are unaffected and your curse returns to the Rift Of Woe.
May your curse take your essence with it into the Rift Of Woe.
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Post by Bart Fargo on Apr 4, 2006 19:16:30 GMT -5
Well, I'll just climb back out. You didn't say I had to stay in there.
You will be forced to watch "The Benchwarmers" 100 times in a row.
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Post by jkazoolien on Sept 11, 2006 1:22:40 GMT -5
I'll just pretend it's Napoleon Dynamite.
May telemarketers call you incessantly.
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Post by Afgncaap5 on Sept 11, 2006 12:28:20 GMT -5
I finally have someone to talk to about my low, low interest rates!
You will be cursed to turn into a shirt every full moon.
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Post by kromdar on Sept 11, 2006 12:35:01 GMT -5
I will be sold to Lindsey Lohan....my butterfly collar ninja powers(c) will free me!
You will cursed to listen to Paris Hiltons' record and enjoy it....
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Post by Bart Fargo on Sept 12, 2006 18:28:55 GMT -5
I'll watch her online sex video to it.
Your boss will constantly berate you whenever s/he sees you.
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Post by Crapythe on Sept 12, 2006 19:19:26 GMT -5
Human Resources notices this poor work ethic, my boss is fired, and I get promoted.
May the fleas of a thousand camels lodge in your armpit.
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Post by Mitchell on Sept 12, 2006 20:49:26 GMT -5
Only one armpit? BAH, YOU AMATEUR!
I curse you to have a wardrobe completely comprised of costumes from the Bozo show.
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Post by Bart Fargo on Sept 13, 2006 19:20:45 GMT -5
I'll sell them on E-bay and make a fortune.
You will be forced to endure 500 hours of Carrot Top's comedy.
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Post by Captain Hygiene on Sept 14, 2006 21:14:48 GMT -5
Fortunately, I develop an immunity to pain through this and become the world's most successful, beloved mercenary.
ZAM! You now develop massive pimples all over your body when you come within half a mile of chocolate, grease, or any other good-tasting substance.
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