Spammen the 1´st

Ich will auch so en cooles Logo von mir, wie ihr habt

Welches Meinst du?

Links den Avatar, oder unten das Bild der unterschrift ?

Den Avatar kannst du selbst unter Einstellungen wählen, da sind ne ganze menge hinterlegt. Und ein Bild unten drunter, such dir was oder bitte mal Ice dir eins zumachen  

Da möchte ich mich aber gleich von Teks und Phantoms Bildchen distanzieren  

                             

Watten datten noch ein    

Ben, das hat irgendwie Hypnotisierende Wirkung mir is schon ganz dusselig im Kopf  

Aso, ganz vergessen, *SPAM*!

dusselig? Wie jetzt? Naja du darfst dich eben nicht nur auf das rote smiley konzentrien du musst das gesamtkunstwerk sehen! Und nicht nur an der oberfläche kratzen. Am besten nimmst du die länge der unteren füße und berechnest durch die tangens funktion die höhe des zweiten smileys rechts daneben. Danch kannst du ganz einfach die biologischen wirkungen vergessen, weil luft kommt da eh nicht ran an so ein smiley somit ist die allgemein ablaufende photosynthese auch nicht vorhanden. Und überhaupt was laber ich hier eigentlich?  

mh.... spam?
Ne Idee wollmer so ne Gechichte anfangen, das jeder nen Satz weiter hinzufügt? Aber schon ordentlich bleiben.... is im ufd gerne gemacht....
*sppppppppaaaaaaaammmm*

Sicher datt, dafür iss dieser Beitrag doch da  

Na dann fangen wir doch einmal an:

Eines Tages stand der Nachwuchs BMB Kämpfer auf eigenen Füßen...

meinst du damit, einen einzelnen [-bmb-kämpfer-] oder den Nachwuchs im allgemeinen?  klär mich mal auf, ich bin sonst total verwirrt,
p.s. ich glaube, du solltest deine signatur ändern, der gute wolfgang amadeus wäre vielleicht verärgert

Wieso meine Signatur ändern? Faust ist doch total geil!

"Night. In a high-vaulted, narrow Gothic chamber FAUST, restless in his chair by his desk.

Faust. I've studied now Philosophy
And Jurisprudence, Medicine,
And even, alas! Theology
All through and through with ardour keen!
Here now I stand, poor fool, and see
I'm just as wise as formerly.
Am called a Master, even Doctor too,
And now I've nearly ten years through
Pulled my students by their noses to and fro
And up and down, across, about,
And see there's nothing we can know!
That all but burns my heart right out.
True, I am more clever than all the vain creatures,
The Doctors and Masters, Writers and Preachers;
No doubts plague me, nor scruples as well.
I'm not afraid of devil or ####.
To offset that, all joy is rent from me.
I do not imagine I know aught that's right;
I do not imagine I could teach what might
Convert and improve humanity.
Nor have I gold or things of worth,
Or honours, splendours of the earth.
No dog could live thus any more!
So I have turned to magic lore,
To see if through the spirit's power and speech
Perchance full many a secret I may reach,
So that no more with bitter sweat
I need to talk of what I don't know yet,
So that I may perceive whatever holds
The world together in its inmost folds,
See all its seeds, its working power,
And cease word-threshing from this hour.
Oh, that, full moon, thou didst but glow
Now for the last time on my woe,
Whom I beside this desk so oft
Have watched at midnight climb aloft.
Then over books and paper here
To me, sad friend, thou didst appear!
Ah! could I but on mountain height
Go onward in thy lovely light,
With spirits hover round mountain caves,
Weave over meadows thy twilight laves,
Discharged of all of Learning's fumes, anew
Bathe me to health in thy healing dew.
Woe! am I stuck and forced to dwell
Still in this musty, cursed cell?
Where even heaven's dear light strains
But dimly through the painted panes!
Hemmed in by all this heap of books,
Their gnawing worms, amid their dust,
While to the arches, in all the nooks,
Are smoke-stained papers midst them thrust,
Boxes and glasses round me crammed,
And instruments in cases hurled,
Ancestral stuff around me jammed-
That is your world! That's called a world!
And still you question why your heart
Is cramped and anxious in your breast?
Why each impulse to live has been repressed
In you by some vague, unexplained smart?
Instead of Nature's living sphere
In which God made mankind, you have alone,
In smoke and mould around you here,
Beasts' skeletons and dead men's bone.
Up! Flee! Out into broad and open land!
And this book full of mystery,
From Nostradamus' very hand,
Is it not ample company?
The stars' course then you'll understand
And Nature, teaching, will expand
The power of your soul, as when
One spirit to another speaks. 'Tis vain
To think that arid brooding will explain
The sacred symbols to your ken.
Ye spirits, ye are hovering near;
Oh, answer me if ye can hear!"