Archivist note: This post is from an older recovered archive.
==Initial Post==
A Card Found On The Street…
((Posted by Roland Dorchester on July 2, 2010))
One day you are walking down the street and notice a small white object sticking up between two cobblestones. You notice it is a small card. Bending over, you pick it up and look at it.
It reads:
DOES YOUR LIFE LACK MEANING?
DO YOU WANT HELP IN MAKING SENSE OF IT ALL?
Roland Dorchester, Existential Detective
above "The Bucket of Blood"
==Comments==
*Comment by Tepic Harlequin on July 2, 2010 at 6:13pm
blimy! life lackin meaning? not seeing sense in it? ‘s grown ups thinking if ever i saw!
*Comment by Stargirl Macbain on July 2, 2010 at 6:39pm
examines the card and resolves to pay Mr. Dorchester a visit This ought to be amusing…
*Comment by Queer Hermit on July 2, 2010 at 9:18pm
rolls her eyes As if my life isn’t complicated enough right now!!
*Comment by Sky Netizen on July 3, 2010 at 1:40am
mumbles something about litterbugs and sets the card on fire
*Comment by Mr. Tenk on July 3, 2010 at 11:37am
I’ve never really understood the chocolate thing.
*Comment by Verlia Bilavio on July 3, 2010 at 12:45pm
what about pie?
*Comment by Mr. Tenk on July 3, 2010 at 2:18pm
pie goes with coffee, as do pancakes, but i go to seraph city for pancakes.
*Comment by MichaelD Mannonen on July 3, 2010 at 6:19pm
"The meaning of Life?" *thinks a moment…* "42"
*Comment by Skyler ‘Artful Dodger’ Gant on July 3, 2010 at 7:37pm
The meaning of life? Simple, eat, drink, sleep, repeat. And it’s 44 cookies, not 42.
*Comment by Wiggy Undertone on July 3, 2010 at 10:22pm
No. Epiphany is a musical instrument. *nods and tries to look important*
