In Irish Gaelic, the word "Craic", (pronounced "Crack") means "Generally good time". It's not uncommon for someone to say that "The Craic was Mighty" after a party or an Oiche Arnaigh ("Fun Night")...

Funny how I'm connecting things in my Cultural/Language/Music/History class with things in 'Real Life'...

Ha ha, they're coming to take me away, ho ho, he he, ha ha, to the Funny Farm, where life is beautiful all the time, and I'll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats, and they're coming to take me away, HA HA!

"You, you, and you, support me! I'll be the hero! And eat hamburgers!"

Mrs. Dodds! Mrs. Dodds!

PANDASSS!!!!!!!


*falls*

But that shit's bad for you, you know...

Ruffling feathers? Certainly not, ruffles have ridges! I am no tiger, I'm a real girl!
Everything's better with super-soakers.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Or so saith me.
Je n'aime pas Edward Cullen parce que il scintille comme une chose bete.

The lord of change is where it's at! HAIL TZEENTCH!

DECEPTIBOTS! Transform, and ROLL OUT!

"You, man the guns"
"Aye aye, captain!"
"You! You also man the guns!"
"Aye! Captain!"
"Everybody else: DANCE!"

You will find yourself in...a ROOM with a MOOSE!

It's time to DU-DU-DU-D-D-D-D-D-D-DUEL!

Punch the keys, for God's sake! Yes. Yes! You're the man now, dog.

Well I think so, Brain, but what did Darth Vader need the gorilla for, anyway?

THIS IS CAKETOWN!

*But now, a serious note.*

Let me put it so you'll understand. Picture a box. You know something about boxes, don't you John? What if I told you that, somewhere on this island, there is a very large box and whatever you imagined, whatever you wanted to be in it when you opened that box, there in West Philadelphia, born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out, maxin' relaxin' all cool, and all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school, when a couple of guys who were up to no good started making trouble in my neighborhood. We got in one little fight and my mom got scared; she said, "You're moving with your auntie and your uncle in Bel-Air."

This crack party brought to you courtesy of the letter 4 and and the power of cheese.

I spent twelve hours yesterday looking at couches so I could write a story. Does that make me weird, or normal, or what?
Anyways, onto something funnier than my (lack of) social life-- a fic! http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4826152 trust me. It's random enough for this--I think everyone will like chapter five's section "Who's that girl?" Its lolz worthy.
And just to add my two cents--
ALL HAIL THE GOD-KING BABY! (Sluggy Freelance)
HOnu_Wahine

Anyway, my Bene Gesserit have infiltrated your Cult and they're making a new warp god! One that will serve me and me alone! Hahahaha!

My Agents are coming to rock the place.

HAIL IT all the same! Up the Evil Penguins!

THE SPICE MUST FLOW! All hail the Sandworms!

... What's a nurgle? Sounds like something I might find in the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy...
But wait, that was a gurgle blaster.
Anyway...
ALL HAIL NURGLE!

And I can feel my insanity level rising again... Wheee~.

Actually, the only thing I've noticed is that we've been a bit slow lately; not that many new posts, and not that many replies to them. It's like everyone's on holiday.

But by all means, throw a silly party if you feel like it :)