Christ Centered Gamer

Wouldn't have to play the same game you know. I never even thought online gaming jamboree. I was thinking more along "rent a game you've wanted for awhile and play it all night long while chugging soda and snarfling candy." Type thing.

Could that be an option?

Well... an overnighter with people I met on the internet...

What is this... snarfling... you keep speaking of?

Its one of those, "if you have to ask" things. >_>

o rly?

>.>

<.<

...also... orbs.

That's where you gulp the candy down so fast that it quickly gets stuck in your throat and you choke to death, Scott.

Hence, snarfling.

Lazarus wrote:That's where you gulp the candy down so fast that it quickly gets stuck in your throat and you choke to death, Scott.

Hence, snarfling.

You're definition makes want to do it even more.

Basically, the art of Snarfling is when you are so absorbed into something you miss your mouth when you try to eat candy, and so it gets in your nose, your eyes, and on your face. The name comes from the unique sound you make. ^_^

*Snarfle* Sounds fun.

Oh, it is. Especially after being awake and dizzy from caffeine and staring at a TV for 12 hours. ^_^ @_@

No, actually it's pretty disgusting. I'm glad I don't live near Chozon's house.

Hey! It's not like I do that everyday! Just on special occasions!

My family wears rain ponchos on Thanksgiving.

Chozon1 wrote:My family wears rain ponchos on Thanksgiving.

Randomness?

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold, and she's buying a stairway to heaven. When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed. With a word she can get what she came for, ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven. There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure, 'cause you know sometimes words have two meanings. In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings, sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven. Ooh, it makes me wonder. Ooh, it makes me wonder. There's a feeling I get when I look to the west, and my spirit is crying for leaving. In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees, and the voices of those who stand looking, and it makes me wonder, really makes me wonder. And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune, then the piper will lead us to reason. And a new day will dawn for those who stand long, and the forest will echo with laughter. If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now, it's just a spring clean for the May Queen. Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run, there's still time to change the road you're on. Ooh, it makes me wonder. Ooh, Ooh, it makes me wonder. Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know, the piper's calling you to join him. Dear lady, can't you hear the wind blow, and did you know, your stairway lies on the whispering wind. And as we wind on down the road, our shadows taller than our soul, there walks a lady we all know, who shines white light and wants to show, how everything still turns to gold. And if you listen very hard, the tune will come to you at last, when all is one and one is all, yeah, to be a rock and not to roll. And she's buying the stairway to heaven.