OTTo commands it.
OK.
happy fun weed destruction, in the now sunny yard.
That's what I'm talkin' about!
By the second explosion, most of the clowns had already fled the scene.
I had no idea her eyes would glitter so in the light. I was equally surprised to see the shimmer continue after I removed them from her skull.
AAAA
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Hrm?
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Shouts the bemused camel, as the marshmellow does ballet.
Well if that isn't the strangest use for a plunger...
that's what she said
That's the last time I knit and headbang at the same time
We didn't start the fire!
You did WHAT to your WHAT with your WHAT?!
something
The small elephant-man slowly and very dramatically brought the taco to his mouth. "WHAMP!" He eats the taco. Seeing this, the badger starts dumping Soy Sauce on his lawnmower, and sneezes.
I can stop everything. So can you.
...That's my shiny, butthole!
I BELIEVE THE VIDEO PROVES YOUR ADORABLE WOODLAND CREATURES AND ALCHOOLIC BEVERAGES STAND NO CHANCE AGAINST THE SHMOOZE!
.....You have a shiny butthole?
...That's my shiny, butthole!
... You have a shiny butthole? Whoa ...
.....You have a shiny butthole?
And now I must die. I thought exactly the same thing baney did. I, of course, had much better presentation, but that's just not enough.
... Sparkle, sparkle!
Marvelous. Truly incredible.
Hawt.
I wonder if it does that thing those teeth do when the light hits 'em just right when somebody is smiling. *ting*
.....You have a shiny butthole?
And now I must die. I thought exactly the same thing baney did. I, of course, had much better presentation, but that's just not enough.
Well, we do have semi-similar mindsets. I just happened to get this idea a few seconds before you. Or, I'm faster at typing.
Well, we do have semi-similar mindsets. I just happened to get this idea a few seconds before you. Or, I'm faster at typing.
Don't you ever say that. Ever! Take it back!
*ting
I may just have to sig that.....so that way EVERYONE can see it. EVERY time I post. Or every time they look at one of my old posts.
Hehehehehe. It could be in an Orbit commercial or something. If that wouldn't get a whole ton of people in trouble for kiddie porn.
I may just have to sig that.....so that way EVERYONE can see it. EVERY time I post. Or every time they look at one of my old posts.
Sig what, son!?
The whole thing about how you and I think alike. It would be better if we could get another poster to say that we think alike.
You and Z_B think alike. Deal?
But we don't. That would be awesome, though. Wai ... noooooooooooo!
MWUAHAHAHAHAHA!
How did the conversation drift from shiny buttholes to this?
In other news, Majesty 2 is out and angels didn't come down from heavens playing the theme tune on their trumphets? Shame (or I just missed something).
I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm ok with that, though.
S'up dawg! so i heard u like guns so i put guns on yo guard dogs so you can shoot while you guard!
...Yo momma so dumb, she sits on the TV and watches the couch.*
*Not aimed at a specific person. Just in general, y'know?
S'up dawg! so i heard u like guns so i put guns on yo guard dogs so you can shoot while you guard!
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even more awesome? from the TF2 Homepage:
One new thing you will like are the fort changes. Now you can sail boats through them, and put them in forests. And machine guns can now shoot down planes.
"My name is Michael J. Caboose, and I hate babies."
heh that's almost sig worthy.
Whaddya expect? The Muppets are in your profile pic.
That was a good drum break.
That was a good drum break.
Beck. Called it. I win.
*insert epic battle between hobgoblin and human armies here*
Post something, huh?....Ok....need...something...to post...
...have I ever shown you something from my Dream Journal?
The dream begins with a cold and cheerless concrete alleyway. An old man (who I will call Old Man for the sake of identification) comes running anxiously around the corner. He reaches an open area and stops, uncertain of which way to head next. He begins to head towards one alley, but stops again as he sees another old man at the far end of the alley trip and fall over. Old Man watches, horrified, as the other old man scrambles backwards and holds a shaking hand up as if to ward away his antagonist.
The small figure of an impishly grinning child in a black robe approaches the terrified old man and reaches out with one of its own hands to touch the old man's. The old man stops shaking and gazes up at the child in a look almost of wonder. The child's other hand unheisitantly comes down and a wicked looking scythe cleanly separates the old man's head from his neck. The child smiles down the alleyway at the paralayzed Old Man, picks up the old man's head and drags the body by one leg out of view. Clearly it is too busy to be concerned with Old Man. Old Man gives a sob of horror and relief and runs up a slanted road away from the scene.
In the distance, a large building comes into view. Many old men are flocking to the building, running towards it from every direction. Old Man's heart sings with relief, but fear again as he sees the daylight is fading. He knows that if he does not reach the building before night, there is no hope. Indeed, Old Man is the very last of the old men to reach the grounds before the building. Old Man looks nervously from side to side. Standing beside him is a grinning child, different from the one before. Old Man dives beneath the scythe and it slices through the air where his neck just was. He tumbles through the closed doors of the building.
"Of course he could phase through walls. He's a ghost," my subconcious hastily explains to me, "All of the old men are ghosts, and they are being hunted to harvest materials for making more humans. You knew that all along."
Old Man sits in a large room with the other old men, all of them in desks, looking down at the podium at the front of the room where one old man is leading a debate on what should be done about the hunters. The room is dark, illuminated only by a projector which displays a series of test numbers on the opposite wall.
The ghost old men begin to argue.
"We should just stay here, they can't come in here"
"What? Forever?"
"Why not? They're the ones short on time"
Old Man feels tired all of a sudden. He looks around at his fellow ghosts. All of them are scared, sitting awkwardly in their seats. Perhaps it is that the influence of the environment affects the ghosts, for all of the old men are wearing the jerseys and uniforms they once wore to school as boys. The other ghosts continue arguing.
"There's too many already, but it's not our fault. We're not the ones who have been making more people all this time"
"Right, it's them that are selfish. Using all of their materials up. Why should we be the ones...?"
Old Man stands and starts to walk towards the door. All of the other old men break off arguing to stare up at him.
"Where do you think you're going? They're still out there." they say.
"I know," Old Man replies.
He walks through the door.
The first child Old Man saw is sitting on a nearby ledge, swinging its feet and idly tapping its scythe against the ground. It looks up in puzzlement at Old Man.
"Hello...I was scared earlier about some things, but it turns out it could be a lot worse," Old Man explains, "...it doesn't hurt?"
The child considers the question. It shrugs.
"Oh...well, okay."
The child smiles.
The scythe descends.
The children bring their cart of ghost parts down the street to a woman in a dark cloak like theirs. She glances over the ghost heads with disinterest, saying, "Oh, you did a good job." Something falls out of the cart as the two impish children leave. The woman picks it up, looks at it, and squeezes it until it turns into a dull dust which falls over a still figure on the ground.
The dream ends.
Then maybe you should have done that before we installed the new toilet.
God ate my television.
meow
We stood there together on the corner of Abercorn, her pouring her heart out, another dame giving me a sob story while the gulls pecked the ground around her, screeching at her as she rambled. I wish I had known then what the gulls knew - that dames, murder, and the smell of fish on three year old pumps all go hand-in-hand.
The Gremlins stole my face.
How do I got stupid?
It's my 20th birthday today. No, really.
I never knew things could
My little sisters face is a black russian midget with orange hair on his head and green hair on his face.
Hara-kiri, Hara-kiri, Hara-kiri for sale anyone want a Hara-kiri.
Fire is cool!
Rip and tear! Blood for the blood throne! Skulls for the skull pool!
I feel like crap and will be going home soon.
WITH BAGPIPES!
Your 1,209,767,465,693 souls are devoid of commentary.
Hail Chaos or bleed your spleen away..................................................slowly............................................................
WITH ACCORDIANS!
The ashes fell like puffed rice, getting stuck in the bride's dress and giving the washing machine yet another headache.
Must you panic? I found your eyeballs.
Git yer handz outta mah pants!
... you lot are weird.
Spank me harder, spank me harder!
Call me when you're not jailbait.
roflmao
Hey guys! I just discovered...I have: A FACE.
And it's hideous. Cover it up with a paper bag.
**kicks baneofelves in the whatsits and punches his kidney at the same time**
Yay! A girl finally touches my whatsits! I so happy!
Get a room!!!
YOU GET A ROOM! I SAW WHAT YOU WAS DOING TO YOUR WIFE! THAT IS NOT HOW YOU PLAY UNO, OK?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
So you got your daddy's credit card again?
I don't talk to that son of a *****.
OH! I just got it now. Hahahahahahaha!
May I present Baneofelves, resident rebel (without a cause).
You may.
Isn't that Resident Brujah in g33ksp34k?
CELTC ROCK!
WITH ACCORDIANS!
I have a copy of Those Darned Accordians covering Stairway To Heaven...
We're a rabble without a clause.
Bane has forgoten basic internet facts.
*a whirling Night Goblin Fanatic smashes Bane in the face with his signature ball-and-chain* Whoops, sorry about the mess. Snotlings? Clean. *a bunch of tiny greenskins with mops rush in to clean up the blood, brains, and bone fragments*
*a whirling Night Goblin Fanatic smashes Bane in the face with his signature ball-and-chain* Whoops, sorry about the mess. Snotlings? Clean. *a bunch of tiny greenskins with mops rush in to clean up the blood, brains, and bone fragments*
NOOOO! Leave it. It is festive.
*a whirling Night Goblin Fanatic smashes Bane in the face with his signature ball-and-chain* Whoops, sorry about the mess. Snotlings? Clean. *a bunch of tiny greenskins with mops rush in to clean up the blood, brains, and bone fragments*
NOOOO! Leave it. It is festive.
Okay. Snotlings, stop. Swarm'n'stab *putting down the mops, the snotlings start hitting the corpse with sticks, stones, and rusty knives*
An assassin returns to finish what he started...
Posted. Whoo me!