Originally posted by GatecrasherI remember this vaguely. I believe it was a boring saturday morning. You
Much better, though, if he sent something real.
should know that it was real. I took several pictures of me and
pieced together a collage using different parts. It was like a more
complete picture of me over time. I thought it was quite artistic actually.
😏
I must say, it hurts me gravely that you felt the need to use "editorial
censorship" on it. :'( I really just thought the mail never got through to
you and decided to just forget about it. But now I know. Now I know. You
hate my "art". WoaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
Just kidding, though. 😛
Originally posted by stockenYou could always display it in the exhabition
I remember this vaguely. I believe it was a boring saturday morning. You
should know that it [b]was real. I took several pictures of me and
pieced together a collage using different parts. It was like a more
complete picture of me over time. I thought it was quite artistic actually.
😏
I must say, it hurts me gravely that you felt the need t now. Now I know. You
hate my "art". WoaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
Just kidding, though. 😛[/b]
Originally posted by PalynkaIt's in the in-tray. It will remain there until the next update. I have a job to go to, a wife and family to live among, and a bank manager to keep happy.
Where's my ugly mug?
One day, I hope to turn RHP Faces into the next MySpace and sell it for several billion dollars. Until then, updates will be like... candles in the wind.
Originally posted by GatecrasherYou have a life in other words. You lucky devil. 😞
It's in the in-tray. It will remain there until the next update. I have a job to go to, a wife and family to live among, and a bank manager to keep happy.
One day, I hope to turn RHP Faces into the next MySpace and sell it for several billion dollars. Until then, updates will be like... candles in the wind.
Originally posted by GatecrasherI better get some royalties! 😠
It's in the in-tray. It will remain there until the next update. I have a job to go to, a wife and family to live among, and a bank manager to keep happy.
One day, I hope to turn RHP Faces into the next MySpace and sell it for several billion dollars. Until then, updates will be like... candles in the wind.