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| typical reaction to riced out yugo #8 | |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2009-11-26 19:20:00 | |
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| WHAT YOU GOT IN THAT BAG | |
| WHATS IN THAT BAG I WANNA KNOW WHATS IN THAT BAG I WANNA MEET THAT BAG WHAT YOU GOT IN THAT BAG GIVE ME SOME OF THAT STUFF YOU GOT IN THAT BAG HOW THE FUCK YOU GONNA HAVE STUFF IN THAT BAG AND I AINT GOT ANY OF IT WHATS IN THE BAG MAN HUH HUH WHATS IN THERE WHAT YOU GOT HOW YOU GONNA HAVE A BAG DAWG GIMME DAT BAG WHATS IN THE BAG WHAT YOU GOT IN THAT BAG HOWS THAT BAG HOLDIN UP FOR YOU MAN HOWS IT FEEL TO HAVE A BAG HOW THE BAG GOIN EY DAWG GIMME DAT BAG | |
| Posted by HYPERFUKBOT @ 2009-11-22 14:38:00 | |
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| shit is goin' on here | |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2009-11-21 13:15:00 | |
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| eat cheese | |
| wok this way. lord sugar is savoury. loud song is loud. soup is hot. hot is not cold. not is not. wok is wok. the matrix is full of cheese. retrograde cheese attack ammunition necessitates the need of cheese-scuba gear complete with heads-up display, cheese-penetrating sonar, and cheese-cutting lasers that cut cheese. your mission, should you choose to accept it, is go into the cheese and not go insane. you might not be able to move, and might have to manipulate the cheese-cutting laser via the convenient joystick located in your helmet. try not to flip a shit, as the cheese savours it. how else do you think cheese becomes savoury. eat cheese (tm). | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2009-11-20 00:28:00 | |
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| qqqer32 | |
| yabba wubba gabapentin and a habbyfox squee delight malarky constrict o shit it's this trax, i was supposed to click the thing, i didn't click the thing, bad things will happen because i didn't click the thing, and bad things are bad. bad, bad things. yeah. | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2009-11-20 00:17:00 | |
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| i don't know where this thing is going help wat | |
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steeping stoops caught in loops increment the variable, shoot some hoops with males that congregate in groups until i need a muffin cranberry you see i need a muffin muffinz 2 me. can't tackle the bair they took my stain i'm teachin' bear wranglin' in the state of maine double deluxe funky quatrain until i need a sandwich sandwich you see bitch make me a sandwich sandwich to me. internet ludd cries tears in his beard not because he's sad but because he is weird artotomblic trickersnicker jouyughaughill kersnaetz until token aphex twin reference. |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2009-11-18 21:45:00 | |
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| typical reaction to riced out yugo #7 | |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2009-11-18 04:33:00 | |
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| typical reaction to riced out yugo #6 | |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2009-11-18 03:33:00 | |
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| GLU HOARD | |
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GLU HOARD GET A WHIFF WHIFF GLU HOARD GET A SNIFF SNIFF ENJOY THE FURRY TUSSLES OF THE BOAR FOR A MEASLY VIAL OF SNIFF SNUFF. GLU HOARD
GLU glu hoard. gnu bored. clu stored. clapclapclapcalcklapcalp FLPAL CLAPFLAP OGH MY THE FLAPS fskdfj;lskdjf;lk magiocal mystery flap magical mystery flapmeat flapjax jonnyke caekzx rice rice pattiez catkzed, there seem to be a pair of luxuray automobiles lodged in our rice paddy. halle berry is there with the diamonds |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2009-11-17 23:12:00 | |
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| lou's fuckin abacus | |
| CAST FART! WEIGH ANCHOR!! AVAST, YE MATEY! SNORG THE TREBUSSES!@ FART AWAY!!! NET THE SPRIGS!! TACOS UNITE!! ELASTIX UBOUND!! ennnyuuugghABUAcUS!!~! pelicans.s.s. telescopic mangos, don;t tell lu. fuckin lou. lou and his fuckin abacus | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2009-11-15 05:11:00 | |
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| executive decision | |
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j. random fatlady, next to the triggerman with the psion she drops her pills they roll halle berry is there to pick him up. j. random terrorist is angry, next to the fatlady with the pills. he points his gun it menaces halle berry is there to be menaced. oceanic flight kevin federline rumored to be rumored with ex-volleyball bowling cohort. |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2009-11-08 00:44:00 | |
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| cOLLAPs of teh Outar Figwort | |
| was all like FING DING FING den da deflate happen, opfffffttttttttttttttttttttssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhrrrr rrrrrrrrr rrrrrpppp pp pt ptttptptptttt fart. then the universe cOLLAPse (oh shit) and this post written on hostess (tm) napkin with wax marker. folded neatly into paper crane. voodoo dance performed. sent back in time. converted into internet. welcome to the internet. | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2009-11-03 14:05:00 | |
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| DO NOT ENTER | |
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BUSSES ONLY
Wep 128 bit hex 9bbf85db9905da02b326ab75b2 *over* [introduction Character creation Job classes -variataions -single track -materia combat -rows -movement -death feinting -airship combat running agame -save points equipment slots, status cures, items to duplicate spells shared inventory shops, offensive uses for curative items GM section -sourcing material -encounters *********** SERIOUSLY FOLKS WHAT IS GOING ON HERE WHAT IS WITH THE CELL PHONES? JUST FUCKING STOP IT ALREADY AND LIVE FOR YOURSELF. |
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| Posted by wolf530 (analog hacker extraordinaire) @ 2009-11-01 03:51:00 | |
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| rockysmock | |
| rockysmock toenails 'n' glock rhymin time pull n2 teh dock. elite elastic digital on plastic mercurial vesuvius enlightened tightened compressed at our behest, it's the juno double hoover buss. all the flange the lord can spare, carpeted rainbows streaming throughout into the kingdom. why whispy starrynie when canstumble shryllium? | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2009-10-29 23:14:00 | |
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And so it was written... No/yes/no/yes/no/yes/no/yes/no/yes/t/yes/t/. Could you help me with this slice over here? It's radiation is burning my eyes. MY EYES. The things with the retina's and the school children. Do you like animals? If I could spare just a couple of minutes (hours) of your time to talk about........................................ flange beacon.... 198371/4.3 ........ walrus transformation ........ organization for many years have been protecting and.... *at which point physical location is naturally relocated*.*.*.* |
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| Posted by Mahjong The Wisest @ 2009-10-28 18:57:00 | |
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| pelican-induced necrosis | |
| i'm sorry to tell you this, ma'am, but you're suffering from pelican-induced necrosis. your skin cells transform into pelicans and are all like flap flap flapLFAPFLAPFLAPFLAP and the lymph noids swoop in all like PEW PEW PEW at the pelican cells, paralegal plastic syndrome writes an angry letter to the lymph noid council demanding that they keep the noise down, and this results in necrosis of the eyelid. we're going to have to drain the fluid from your toe. sign here, please. | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2009-10-28 06:25:00 | |
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dropping ethernet onto the floor like shit's nothin shit's solid just solid just solid just solid just solid like flow things can't be better when they're better and reverb filling up my headphones like an upside down cup pressure shit what the fuck am i even saying i dont even how the fuck do i know these things that i dont know but they exist in my thought process so clear yet unclear interactions between different processes cannot be understated just removed from the abstract. talk to me when i talk to me. make eye contact they say, i say fuck a contact. fuck that shit fuck. shapes dont make eye contact. whats this shit about an optic nerve then. fuck an optic nerve. something about airborne sickness traversing radiant thought processes. |
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| Posted by HYPERFUKBOT @ 2009-10-27 03:11:00 | |
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| Ein Weltall in der Decke | |
| Posted by Atomdrache @ 2009-10-25 02:49:00 | |
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| upside-down glasses lady vs. sunglasses kid | |
| he's like kapaowowowoww muthafucka and she's like whooomp wump whooomp son and he's like kurkurkurkurrrrzzz kaslam ma'am and she's like borgateli fricasse eel-o-listic ban-o-gram and he's like daaaaaaaaam ma'am and she's like klou klour lour nop nop nop and he's like krambarzlle nougat in teh ur goatse and she's like omg :ooo!!!!!!!!! and he's like, you're obviously not fan of american bandstands scully, and she's like I'M NOT AFRAID OF YOU. and he's like -- oh shit -- the fucking hokey pokey -- fucking shit -- shit | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2009-10-22 02:33:00 | |
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| Riced Out Halloween 2009 Part II | |
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Barack Obama munched on his Corn Pops thoughtfully. He mused about an x-files episode he'd seen last night, one regarding mites. Mites could indeed prove to be a national disaster. "Mites are a serious problem facing America today," he said quietly, trying the sentence out. Then he allowed himself a quiet (though presidential) giggle. He liked to say silly things in his president voice. It was good practice for when he had to say silly things for real, like he meant it, in front of silly microphones and cameras. Things were so sunny whenever he had his Corn Pops. Free and thoughtful. He set his spoon back into the bowl.
"COME TO DADDY!!" a voice said. It was behind him. Obama whirled around, only to see fancy wallpaper. He looked left. He looked right. He looked at the ceiling. He looked under the table. There was nothing there. Obama scowled. He didn't appreciate having his Corn Pops interrupted, and he certainly didn't appreciate feeling like a mental patient. He'd dismissed the earlier incidents to being half-asleep, but now he was starting to debate clearing some of his schedule that day. The doctors had said the brain chip would have no side-effects... in any case, he still felt in control of his facilities, and his 9am press conference on the ties between H1N1 and the walnut industry was not something he could exactly cancel on a dime. He nervously finished his breakfast, listening carefully for voices. He heard none, and started to relax a bit. He stood up -- presidentially -- and strode off to prepare for his press conference. |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2009-10-22 00:36:00 | |
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