Time Killers!! (Post your time killers here! Share ;) )

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Hey What do y'all guys do when you're bored as **** and the forum isn't so active and bolstering? List some things you guys like to do, (preferably online, considering it's what i'm referring to, but anything will do. I personally kill hours of time in the simplicity that is anaroch online It's simple yet really fun, also the likes of newgrounds And joe cartoon are great for some humorous flash scenarios. Besides that I also kill time on my good ol' fender strat (a guitar......) Can't do much besides some intros to some of my favorite songs, and maybe some more simple songs, but it's still a work in progress.

So how about you guys? Share ;)


*edit* after seeing my post I just noticed that it might be portrayed as a type of advertisement...I sure hope it isn't perceived that way because I really am curious to see what else is out there online that I have yet to experience. :rolleyes:
 
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you pretty much said all the good sites there, so i'll contribute to the time waistyness with a story! w00t!

PURPLE BOX:

Little Timmy was walking to school one day in New York City. All of a sudden, a homeless guy ran out of an alley, grabbed him, shook him, gasped "purple box!" and collapsed. He was dead. Timmy was a little shaken up, but he continued on to school, where he arrived a few minutes late. He saw his friend in the hallway, and his friend asked him "Hey Timmy, how come you're late?"

"Well," said Timmy, "I was walking to school when this homeless guy runs out of an alley, grabs me, shakes me, says two words to me, and dies."

"What were the two words?" asked his friend. "Purple box," replied Timmy.

His friend ran away screaming. That was strange, thought Timmy.

When he finally arrived to class, Timmy's teacher also asked him why he was late. "Well, I was walking to school and this homeless guy ran out of an alley, grabbed me, shook me, said two words to me and died. Then I told my friend about it and he ran away screaming."

"What were the two words?"

"Purple box."

"What?!" shouted the teacher. "Go to the principal's office! Now!"

Now Timmy was really confused. He had always been very well behaved, and the principal was surprised to see him in his office. "What are you doing here?" he asked. Timmy repeated
his story. "I was walking to school when a homeless guy grabbed me shook me said two words to me and died. I told my friend and he ran away screaming. I told my teacher and she sent me to you." "What were the two words?" Now, Timmy was understandably a little hesitant at this point. "I don't know if I should tell you..." he said to the principal. "Well," replied the principal, "I'll make you a deal. If you tell me, I promise not to give you detention."

This sounded good to Timmy. "Purple box," he said.

The principal's face went red, and he said to Timmy, "That's it! You're expelled! Pack your things up and go home." Timmy did as he was told.

When he got home, his mother asked him why he was home so early. He told her. "I was going to school when a homeless guy ran out of an alley grabbed me shook me said two words to me and died. I told my friend and he ran away screaming. I told the teacher and she sent me to the principal. I told the principal and he expelled me."

"Oh my!" said his mother. "What were the two words?"

Well, Timmy figured he could trust his mother, so he told her.
"Purple box."

She gasped, and then yelled "Go to your room and wait for your father to come home!" He went.

A few hours later, Timmy's father came into the room and said "Son, your mother's all worked up about something. What happened?" "I was walking to school when a homeless guy ran out of an alley grabbed me shook me said two words to me and died. I told my friend and he ran away screaming. I told my teacher and she sent me to the principal. I told the principal and he expelled me. I told Mom and she sent me to my room."

"Well, what were the two words?"

"Uh..." said Timmy.

"Look son," said his dad, "I'm your father. What's the worst I can do to you?"

"Well....OK. Purple box."

His father's eyes bulged from their sockets. "Get out of my house," he said. Timmy didn't wait to be told twice.

Fortunately, his family was fairly well off, and Timmy himself had quite a bit of money in the bank, at least enough for an airplane ticket to Europe, where he could stay with his relatives. He caught a cab to the airport. The cabbie tried to strike up a conversation. "So what's your story, kid?"

"Huh?"

"How come you're goin' to the airport, is what I'm askin'," clarified the cabbie.

"It's kind of a long story."

"We got time."

"Well, I was on my way to school this morning when some homeless guy runs out of an alley grabs me shakes me says two words to me and dies. I told my friend and he ran away screaming. I told my teacher and she sent me to the principal. I told the principal and he expelled me. I told my mom and she sent me to my room. I told my dad and he disowned me. Now I'm going to stay with my relatives in Europe."

"That's rough," said the cabbie. "What were the two words?"

"Well, I'm not sure I--"

"Listen, kid, I'm a cabbie. I've heard everything. Just tell me. What am I gonna do?"

Timmy sighed. "Purple box."

*(predictable) screech* "All right, get out of my cab. Go!"

Timmy walked to the airport.

The plane he took was a small one, with only a few passengers. He was even able to go up to the ****pit and chat with the pilot when he got bored.

"So," said the pilot, "if you don't mind my asking, what brings you to Europe?"

Well, Timmy figured that he had a long flight ahead of him and the pilot would get it out of him eventually, so he got it over with. "I was walking to school, and this homeless guy ran out of an alley grabbed me shook me said two words to me and died. I told my friend and he ran away screaming. I told my teacher and she sent me to the principal's office. I told the principal and he expelled me. I told my mom and she sent me to my room. I told my dad and he disowned me. I told a cabbie and he kicked me out of his cab. Now I'm going to stay with my relatives in Europe."

So, of course, the pilot asked him, "What were the two words?"

Timmy said nothing.

"Come on, you can tell me. There's not much I can do to you up here, you know."

Timmy reflected on that, and decided the pilot was right, so once again he repeated the words. "Purple box."

"There are parachutes in the back," growled the pilot. "When I turn around, I don't want to see you."

Timmy put on a parachute and jumped.

As luck would have it, Timmy landed on a very small, nearly uninhabited island in the middle of the Atlantic. It had a hermit living on it.

"Hey, what are you doing on my island?" asked the hermit. Timmy took a deep breath.

"Iwaswalkingtoschoolwhenahomelessguysranoutofanalleygrabbedmeshookmesaidtwowordstomeanddie
dItoldmyfriendandheranawayscreamingItoldmyteacherandshesentmetotheprincipalsofficeItoldthe
principalandheexpelledmeItoldmymomandshesentmetomyroomItoldmydadandhedisownedmeItoldacabbi
eandhekickedmeoutofhiscabItoldthepilotandhekickedmeoutofhisplaneandnowImhere."

"That's quite a story," said the hermit. "What were the two words?"

Timmy looked at the hermit, and figured he could probably overpower him. "Purple box."

The hermit looked at him for a while. Finally, he said, "You don't know what 'purple box' means, do you?"

"No," said Timmy, surprised.

The hermit gave this some consideration. "All right," he said, "listen closely. Here's what I want you to do. Take my raft, and go back to New York. Then go to the top of the Empire State Building and look north. There will be your answer."

So Timmy took the raft and paddled until he finally reached New York again. He ran to the Empire State Building and ran up the stairs all the way to the top. He looked north, and he saw a huge billboard with the words "purple box" and an arrow, pointing to a building across the street. He ran down the stairs all the way to the bottom, and as he was crossing the street, a truck ran into him and killed him.

The moral of the story: always look both ways before crossing the street
 
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umm yeah, well im disturbed.

Anyways, i kill the time with a few good games of NBA Live 2003, Jedi Academy Demo (until the full version comes out, no beta for me you damn pirating *******s, grumble grumble) and last and certainly not least, INVADER ZIM!!!!!!

Im gonna sing the Doom song. Dooom doom doom doom doom, ,,,,, doomie doomie doom doom, doom dooooom doom dooooom dooomie dooomie doom doom.
 
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Hang around the NS forums,Im very frequent there,since there really isn't nothing much to talk about here....I'm even thinking about leaving....

But then I'm here,right?

If Im not there,then Im playing NS,TS or looking at teh holy pr0n :D
 
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ryuma said:
Masturbate.
bah, if i did that every time i was bored, i couldnt imagine the horrific results, but lets not get personnal shall we?

i dont find esf a good time waister, but to waste my time i listen to a couple of albums then [email protected] the IRC channels, :p
 

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