Leonardo

Would a woodchuck be offtopic?

Brillant thread, brilliant submissions! Keep up the good work, folks. :)

"Despecialization" by Red Hot Harmy Peppers

and of course, the old favourite

"Sluggo & The Boost" (s-s-s-s-s-Sluggo and the Boost) by Sir Elton Solo

(sorry, couldn't think of a name for the artist)

I'll have to disagree, that one was done better, you almost couldn't see the splice.

Add me to the fooled by Cookie Monster club.

Mmmmmm cookie club sandwich...

You should've used a Bill Clinton mask, obviously.

Looks horrendous. Did they run it through Photoshop with "Diffuse-Anisotropic" on? Because that's what it looks like!

SilverWook said:

Are you a wizard? ;)

It's my beard. I finally figured out how to harness the fantastic powers it contains.

I just have to stroke my chin and utter "By the power of Norris, I have the Whiskers!!"

And thus I become Leo, the Fat Zilch with a Homeless Beard!

....I may change that title, I'm not too sure about a couple of words.

Thanks 2ko.

Colton bit the dust. I have a feeling he'll be back. It wouldn't be the first time.

No, no, it's uh... resting. He's probably pining for the Jundland Wastes.

DuracellEnergizer said:

Since the world tells me I cannot wear a toothbrush* mustache, I wear a toothbrush mustache to spite the world.


*I refuse to refer to it as a Hitler mustache, as he was neither the inventor of the style nor the only one to have ever worn it.

Nice one, man! *respect fistbump*

It's a Chaplin stache! Never let a fine facial hair style be ruined by a bad apple! (*understatement of the century)

I have yet to see a film company refuse to work with Tom Selleck because his trademark is a Stalin mustache.

DOUBLE STANDARDS!

Engelbert Humperdinck.

darth_ender said:

I guess this is proof that socks [...] are tolerated as long as the person being impersonated is exceedingly attractive.

You catch on pretty quick.

...yes. I was replying to colton. I'll just replace it with a picture of Lumpy. Won't make much difference.

Ric! We haven't seen you for a while! Were have you been?

happens to the best of us.

Cheers man.

the more I see you necroposting, the more I get an image in my head of a poodle going #1 on the sofa, the carpet, the armchair, the table leg, the potted plant....

can't figure out why...

dude there are like 120 restoration projects on the board. pick one.

I humbly submit this for evaluation:

                                When Leo Went Ballistic On Ant's Sock

                                                         AKA

                                    Barking At Shadows On The Wall

Sei un bastardone, Antonio! :P The fact the you were constantly there to interact with the sock was a dead giveaway.

I kinda had a hunch, at some point, that it was you.

AntcuFaalb said:

Leonardo: Please accept my apology for egging-you-on with coltonlolz[space]. I knew nothing of your recent loss and the knowledge that I made this time harder for you is something I will regret for the rest of my life. I am sorry.

Apology accepted, Captain Needa Ant. Although I do frown upon certain behaviours (and I cannot understand jeopardizing an account and a reputation just for the lulz), you were having fun, and I was too. I have no ill feelings towards you. We're cool.

I'll have to re-read my posts, I was an animal, I jumped on the guy like a jackal!

shush! we outghta be able to hear the ticking of the game clock. ;)

i'll be back with an animated gif update for everyone asap.

Thank you, Possessed. I really appreciate it.

Thanks for the thoughts, Warbler.
Therapy costs money, and if I had a job I wouldn't be as depressed as I am now.

Laziness is also a great part of the picture, and together with depression it forms a never-ending snake, eating its tail forever.

The trouble with losing grandma isn't merely losing a loved one, for me. I was actually well prepared, since the old lady was 92 years old, and with a bad heart, which is what gave up at the end. No, what eats me from the inside is the guilt, in knowing I could have visited. It was only a five minute drive from my house to the old folk's home, but I seldom went there. It pained me to see her like that, and so I avoided going there on Sundays. My parents had been there last sunday, like they always did. Not me. I never got to say goodbye. And I never will.

It's a similar situation to what happened a few years ago, my other grandpa had suddenly gotten ill and had been taken to the hospital, and I distinctly remember having my last chance, to go in that hospital room and saying goodbye, and I didn't go in. I chickened out. I never got to say goodbye to him either.

These are two black marks I will carry inside me for the rest of my life. They will never go away.

But then I'd still be pissed!