08-20-2004, 01:29 AM
Ever since I was a youngster growing up in my boyhood war-ravaged hamlet, I've always yearned for a custom member title here at the Lurker Lounge. I fondly recall asking my crippled mother, "Mommy, why won't Bolty give me a title? I've been ever so good, and I limp to the shrine I built for him out of old tin cans and cigarette lighters three times a day in the hopes that he might offer me one."
My mother never replied. I don't know if that was because she had no answer or because she had her tongue cut out by pirates. I would have asked my father, but I never met him. Space aliens with lasers and pointy sticks forced him into their mothership before I was born. I hear he was a swell guy.
My mother never replied. I don't know if that was because she had no answer or because she had her tongue cut out by pirates. I would have asked my father, but I never met him. Space aliens with lasers and pointy sticks forced him into their mothership before I was born. I hear he was a swell guy.