Mrs. Bark

Explain what a Saxon Hale server is to the slow kid in the class, please? -clueless-

ceci n'est pas un Gackt.

So apparently I don't have to have insomnia to write these silly things. I just have to have immanent brain damage of some kind. This one started during a migraine. I sort of see this as the Scout's response to "Spy Romance". The usual apologies to Lady Gaga are due. 'Til the Spy Goes (to the tune of 'Alejandro') I know that I am young, And I know that you may love me, But I just can't see you with him anymore - the Spy has to go She's got both hands On his sapper And she won't look at me Won't look at me She says it's true love It's total bullshit He's just trying to get to me To get to me You know that I love you Mom But I really got no choice At this point you gotta choose Nothing to lose Don't call my name Don't call my name - 'til the Spy goes I'm not your babe I'm not your babe - 'til the Spy goes Don't try to kiss, don't try to touch Don't smoke one cigarette - just run Don't call my name Don't call my name 'til the Spy goes ('til the Spy goes 'til the Spy goes Spy's gotta go Spy's gotta go) x2 (Just stop please, MOM - God, just make him go) She's not broken She's just mistaken Her boyfriend's NOT my dad, he's not my dad Boy I tell ya, when I find the scumbag Yeah, I'm gonna beat him down - gonna own him bad You know that I love you Mom But I really got no choice At this point you gotta choose Nothing to lose Don't call my name Don't call my name - 'til the Spy goes I'm not your babe I'm not your babe - 'til the Spy goes Don't try to kiss, don't try to touch Don't smoke one cigarette - just run Don't call my name Don't call my name 'til the Spy goes ('til the Spy goes 'til the Spy goes Spy's gotta go Spy's gotta go) x2 Dont bother me, Dont bother me, 'til the Spy goes Dont call my name, Dont call my name, Say bye to Spy-o I'm not your babe I'm not your babe Say goodbye-o Don't try to kiss, don't try to touch Hit the bricks, pally! Don't call my name Don't call my name - 'til the Spy goes I'm not your babe I'm not your babe - 'til the Spy goes Don't try to kiss, don't try to touch Don't smoke one cigarette - just run Don't call my name Don't call my name 'til the Spy goes ('til the Spy goes 'til the Spy goes Spy's gotta go Spy's gotta go) x2 Don't call my name Don't call my name - 'til the Spy goes I'm not your babe I'm not your babe - 'til the Spy goes Don't try to kiss, don't try to touch Don't smoke one cigarette - just run Don't call my name Don't call my name 'til the Spy goes ('til the Spy goes 'til the Spy goes Spy's gotta go Spy's gotta go) x2

Oh lord. Whatever Gackt is, DO NOT WANT. >_<

Incoming lulz...3..2..1.. Who or what is a Gackt?

Have a threadwarming present: BUHLLETED BY LIONTAMER MALWARE WARNING FROM GGOOOGLEZ OH SNAPP

Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining CSI: Miami and Max Payne. The story should use oral sex as a plot device! Oh...ew. >_<

I shudder to think what lurks in 'Planet Piss 2010 Tour" cologne with the OCAD crew in the mix.

So what, you're in Planet Piss now?

/frogg/is/going/out/with/my/demo/ wut.

My religious tradition also fasts, for similar reasons - I have to modify mine to meet my needs because I have a medical condition that prevents me from fasting in the manner you describe. But I am with you in spirit, and wish you and all of OCR's Muslims an excellent Ramadan.

Just for Brushfire:

Awww. I have coven that weekend. Wish I could be there...I'm really good at getting my head cut off.

I thought it was cute. Maybe it takes more to disturb me than it should.

Yeah. My machine's not superb by any stretch of the imagination, and when we hit those lag spikes my game either locks up, crashes, or the whole machine goes. Makes any notion of continous game play laughable.

Very amusing. I enjoyed watching you shoot Bark, as Bark. Very nice. I love the Scissor Sisters.

Aww. I miss lighting you on fire. Boo. Good luck with the project.

They can't nerf me! I already suck! LOL

I didn't know how else to get this to you, Brushfire. I'm glad you enjoy it.

That is great.

I...have no excuse for this. I am sleeping again. I am not ridden with migraines. And yet....here is another TF2 parody of a Lady GaGa song. I do not know why my brain does this. Anyway - yesterday I finally gave into curiosity and watched the video for "Telephone". I had never heard the song before then. And my diseased mind instantly converted it into...whatever this is. I've tentatively titled it "Sawbones". ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hallo? Hallo, kinder; you called I can't hear a thing I have got no service in melee you say, say Wa-wa-what did you say? Huh?; You're bleeding out on me Sorry; I cannot heal you I'm kinda busy K-kinda busy K-kinda busy Sorry; I cannot heal you I'm kinda busy Just a second; it's my favorite map they're gonna play and I cannot heal you with that thing in your hand, eh? You shoulda made some plans with me; you knew that I was free And now you won't stop calling me I'm kinda busy Stop callin', stop callin'; I don't wanna heal anymore!; I'll spread their heads and their hearts over Dustbowl Stop callin', stop callin'; I don't wanna charge anymore!; I'll spread their heads and their hearts over Dustbowl Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Stop calling "Doc" at me! Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh I'm busy! Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Stop calling "Doc" at me! Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Can call all you want but there's no one home and you're not gonna reach THIS sawbones! 'Cause I'm not gonna lie: I'm stabbin' this guy' and you're not gonna reach THIS sawbones! Can call all you want but there's no one home and you're not gonna reach THIS sawbones! 'Cause I'm not gonna lie: I'm stabbin' this guy' and you're not gonna reach THIS sawbones! Boy, the way you blowin' up yourself won't make me move no faster, heal your ass no faster, dodge this spy no faster. I shoulda left my gun at home 'cause this is a disaster! Find yourself a dispenser - Sorry: I cannot answer! Not that I don't like you: I'm just stuck in melee And I am sick and tired of my heavy dying Sometimes I feel like I work with idiots every day Tonight I'm not takin no calls 'cause I'll be needlin' 'Cause I'll be needlin' 'Cause I'll be needlin' Tonight I'm not takin' no calls 'cause I'll be needlin'! Stop callin', stop callin'; I don't wanna heal anymore!; I'll spread their heads and their hearts over Dustbowl Stop callin', stop callin'; I don't wanna charge anymore!; I'll spread their heads and their hearts over Dustbowl Stop callin', stop callin'; I don't wanna heal anymore!; I'll spread their heads and their hearts over Dustbowl Stop callin', stop callin'; I don't wanna charge anymore!; I'll spread their heads and their hearts over Dustbowl Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Stop calling "Doc" at me! Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh I'm busy! Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Stop calling "Doc" at me! Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Can call all you want but there's no one home and you're not gonna reach THIS sawbones! 'Cause I'm not gonna lie: I'm stabbin' this guy' and you're not gonna reach THIS sawbones! Can call all you want but there's no one home and you're not gonna reach THIS sawbones! 'Cause I'm not gonna lie: I'm stabbin' this guy' and you're not gonna reach THIS sawbones!, Th-th-th, THIS sawbones 'Cause I'm not gonna lie: I'm stabbin' this guy' and you're not gonna reach THIS sawbones! THIS sawbones Th-th-th, THIS sawbones 'Cause I'm not gonna lie: I'm stabbin' this guy' and you're not gonna reach THIS sawbones! We're sorry; that was not medicine. Please find a health pack, or try your Medic again.

Just made one of the Otolaryngologist's Mirror's out of a camera beard and a surgical mask. Woot.

Once again my brain has been hijacked, and refuses to sleep. I would like to share why. It probably won't make sense unless you were in-game during the relevant conversation. I apologize for interrupting the conversation in progress with my nonsense!

I hate introductions. So hi - I'm Mrs. Bark. I haven't been around very long, but I am currently enjoying TF2 on the OCR servers very much. I am posting here because I have a weird brain. And it currently has insomnia, and when I do sleep I have really messed-up dreams. Which normally might have nothing to do with computer games, or music. But when I play computer games too close to going to sleep, I end up dreaming about them. So lately I have messed-up dreams about TF2. (Crit rocket?) I promise I am actually going somewhere with this. That somewhere is the bastard child of my subconscious mind, TF2, and...Lady Gaga. This...thing, has been fighting its' way out of my head for a week. I am both amused, and a little embarassed at the same time, to have written this. Some friends, and Bark, have encouraged me to share it. Please, be gentle(!). I present to you for your (maybe) enjoyment, Pyro Face. Pyro Face Go on and build 'em like they do in Texas, please Engie - let him hit it raise it baby - stay with me (i'll Spy-check) Soldier, he's gone crazy, plays with the spade to start And after that we go to help the Heavy push the cart Oh, woah, oh, oh, oh, oh I'll get them hot, show them what I got Oh, woah, oh, oh, oh, oh I'll get them hot, show them what I got [chorus] Can't read my, can't read my, no you can't read my pyro face (ow-they got me-burnin' body) [x2] P-p-p-pyro face, p-p-p-pyro face M-m-m-mrpfh! I wanna roll with Doc, a hard pair we will be A little uber-charge is fun when you're with me (I love it) The Demo's hammered, and oh SH** he's got a sword But that bastard's whiskey-soaked and that is my reward (right?) Oh, woah, oh, oh, oh, oh I'll get them hot, show them what I got Oh, woah, oh, oh, oh, oh I'll get them hot, show them what I got [chorus] Can't read my, can't read my, no you can't read my pyro face (ow-they got me-burnin' body) [x2] P-p-p-pyro face, p-p-p-pyro face P-p-p-pyro face, p-p-p-pyro face M-m-m-mrpfh! Spy will tell you that he loves you Kiss and hug you, 'cause he's bluffin' til I snuff him', I'm not lyin' I'm just stunnin' with my flame full gunnin' Just like a Scout with the intel Burn you down before I put you out I promise this, promise this... Unless the Sniper starts throwin' p*ss [chorus] Can't read my, can't read my, no you can't read my pyro face (ow-they got me-burnin' body) [x2] P-p-p-pyro face, p-p-p-pyro face M-m-m-mrpfh! [repeat till end]