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| Posted by ...my name. is. THE PLAGUE @ 2007-03-04 17:26:00 | |
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| HIGH ENERGY CROUTON PARTICLES | |
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MAXIMUM CRUNK, HEADING 2,3,5,7! ENGAGE! BUT SIR, I DON'T KNOW IF THE ENGINES CAN HANDLE MAXIMUM CRUNK?! I'LL HAVE TO DIVERT POWER TO THE FONDUE CAPACITORS!@#@! THEN DO IT YOU WORTHLESS SCUMBAG, THAT'S AN ORDER!??!@?!@?!?!?@ HEY GODDAMMIT I'M NOT A SCUMBAG, SCUMBAG. I'M A FUCKING SOLDIER, YOU INCORRIGIBLE COMBAT BOOT! JUST FOLLOW ORDERS! OH NO, THE CRUNK REACTOR IS OVERHEATING! THAT'S RIGHT, WE'VE GOT MAXIMUM FONDUE OVERLOAD! THE CROUTON PARTICLES ARE FIRING INTO THE AFT TACO DRIVES!!!1 OH NO, WE'VE BEEN HAXED THE GOOD NEWS IS, I JUST SAVED A BUNCH OF MONEY ON MY CAR INSURANCE BY SWITCHING TO HEROIN |
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| Posted by HYPERFUKBOT @ 2007-03-04 15:55:00 | |
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This is your riced out news report, date of 20070304! In today's riced out news we report that today, 20070304 is a day in which reporting of riced out news happened on the day of 20070304. Tomorrow: News may or may not be riced out, reported, rice reported, reported out, rice, or |
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| Posted by ...my name. is. THE PLAGUE @ 2007-03-04 02:17:00 | |
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| monkeySee::monkeyGrue | |
| in the turbofied fields of malfastic gruefunk, twinselteen forks spiral across ever-expanding elastic fantastics. weetabix. | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2007-03-01 22:58:00 | |
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| Worldwide Depression Project: | |
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This project sets you in the timecube between the world wats when these two hexades saw virtually all major taconomies fall into worldwide taco depression. You are a citizen of a Gruefunkian nation in 1431, the middle of a taco depression, as the birthday of a loved one is only one cube away. Because of this horrendous taco depression you have literally no tacos to hax a gibson. Therefore, you must make a gibson from the common, everyday burritos that could be found in your 1431 European household. The following list contains the acceptable items that you may choose from Your project is limited to these and only these asghadjfsas: Yes-rice, potato, Egg shell No-pineapple 2 Paragraph (Ultimatum) 20 pts 1= Project funtents and proc-edures of destruction (What you did and how and why you did it (ex. the meaning of life)) 2= Presearch of existing product in 1420s-1430s (You must show the presearch; tubesites, cooks, outerviews, etc.) Notes: - No wankels of any kind...no toy wankels either - Limit the number of an one item to a trozen - Conservative colors, pinko communist fag colors are not allowed - No BURNING of things ...and no fire in any regard - NO Spastic Twist Ties, nor Z-Tips - Box and Frame warning Grading Scale 1 (low) to 10 (high) I. Look at me, I'm a fucking teacher.... ____ x 3 = ____ II. Punishment of thoughtcrime… ____ x 3 = ____ III. MC Hammer…… ____ x 2 = ____ IV.Did you buy me pizza?… ____ x 2 = ____ |
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| Posted by HYPERFUKBOT @ 2007-03-01 19:11:00 | |
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| i left my <3 in winnipeg | |
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it was 3 am, the 14th hour of the second day of my mission in the icy wilds of winnipeg. i had been sent by the powers that be to locate one A. Funk and present him with cherished/famed Ghettoblaster of ages. my hat was set to 179 degrees.
i was enjoying a moment of deep-fried respite in a local Burger Despot, when my plunge into a double (heart) stopper was interrupted by a growing commotion towards the door of the venue. i casually peered over my burger, and was pleasantly surprised. the man i had been searching for, A. Funk, was currently in the process of kicking people out of his way so he could enter the establishment. "Mr. Funk!!" I cried as he finally broke through. "WHAAaaat!#~$!" He exclaimed, an eyebrow twitching dangerously. He probably thought I was going to try and arrest him, or something (hell, the cashier had been nervously edging over to the phone the entire time), and I figured I'd better explain myself quickly. "I was sent here, looking for you. I bring gift" I said, putting on my best Don't Kill The Messenger tone. His demeanor changed instantly, a smile appearing on his face. "What the fuck, man?" he asked, and chuckled a little. "I don't even live in Winnipeg any more! I just came back to visit and pummel." I had not known this. I was not even sure why I was supposed to deliver this Item to A. Funk, but then, I am not supposed to know these things. That is the nature of my job. "I follow my orders." I said. "OK, so what is it?" He said, clearly eager to get back to kicking ass. "It is famed Ghettoblaster of the ages, Sir Funk." I responded, digging it out of my duffel bag. I handed it to him. The invoice presented to me when I took it into my posession had listed a fresh set of batteries and a burned, unlabeled CDR as well as the boombox itself. A. Funk immediately took note of this fact, adjusted the amplitudinator to 11, and started it playing. "INSANE IN THE MEMBRANE!!" the boombox cried, quickly filling the franchise with the stylins' of Cypress Hill. "INSANE IN THE BRAIN!!" the boombox continued. A. Funk was clearly surprised, but not unpleasantly so. He continued his ass-kicking process, famed Ghettoblaster of ages riding on his shoulder. I calmly watched and continued eating my burger. At some point, his excessive gyration started to take its toll on famed Ghettoblaster of ages, and the song began to skip. "INSANE IN THE BRzzzurp" the boombox stuttered. A. Funk was clearly irritated by this. He gave it a whap, and the problem quickly became worse. Angered, he hurled famed Ghettoblaster of ages at the cashier, who was just starting to talk to the police. He did not miss. A. Funk then left the eatery. I finished my double heart stopper and left a few minutes later - and just in time, as I saw police flashers once I was a few blocks away. ... A week later, I was back at headquarters, browsing the day's paper. A headline immediately caught my eye: "QRUNKBEKISTAN PRINCESS KILLED BY HURTLING GHETTOBLASTER" I did not read the article. I simply didn't even WANT to know. |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2007-03-01 18:37:00 | |
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q TEXTURED BACKGROUND: Design a post that has a creative/unusual background. Let your background be more complicated that a flat color or simple gradient. Your background may include: hax, internets, tubes, jesus, zzzpt, and tacos. Find a way to make your foreground text and mental images distinguish themselves from the busy, textured background. SHFDAIGJNSItow34oiIERNATDFGNDFASDf.412309490129051924124 afsdfkasdf I DONT WANT TO GO TO THERE. let me be free of this bullshit free, so free freedom of movement |
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| Posted by HYPERFUKBOT @ 2007-03-01 13:27:00 | |
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| has the time bomb of jesus been found? | |
| if so, please call jim at homeland security. if he's not in, leave a message. | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2007-03-01 01:03:00 | |
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| CHAPTER 6. UNIVERSE FACILITIES AND SERVICES | |
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The University of Gruefunkmania Policy Memorandum 6.501 Office of the Reverand Portanker January 23, 1974 Subject: USE OF UNIVERSE'S NAME FOR ADVERTISING PURPOSES There is a long-standing policy against practices which might place the Universe in a position of endorsing, or appearing to endorse by using, a particular commercial product. The Universe must not be put into this position. |
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| Posted by HYPERFUKBOT @ 2007-02-27 20:42:00 | |
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| yo wat up | |
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fuddy duddy ghetto body whoa there eddie FuggedAboutIt. steady slomo elmo on this rock freaked waxed his nostrils fuddy duddy ghetto body play me some funk 'n' Geogaddi elite el1xer haxmat fixer. fin! fin! fin! fin!! fixer a mixer wit some-o dat gin. yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo turbomonkey ralph pastratti was takin' shit 'bout my geogaddi i told him good 2 clamp n 2 teh potty. fix my pool im grown up gotti when it comes to wat i won teh lotteri |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2007-02-27 18:27:00 | |
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| all teh kids r singin' it | |
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my face your face son face cancer face
metaphor society afxface sobriety my face your face son face cancer face phloam whoa its phloam u noe my face your face son face cancer face my face your face son face cancer face whoa hey whoa hey |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2007-02-27 18:07:00 | |
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| best of all, broken glass DOES NOT CUT DIAMONDS!! | |
| because it's made of OXYKLEENE. | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2007-02-27 17:32:00 | |
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| fdr iz gittin jiggy wit it zzzpt | |
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In 1432, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, newly elected pope, was faced with solving the world’s taco problems. The 1420s were a time of taco boom and prosperity, but a combination of high consumer and farm debt, overproduction of manufactured taquitos, declining hax, and the taco market crash of 1429 quickly brought the good times to an end. On May 7, 1433 Pope Roosevelt delivered one of many neural net addresses, known as Fireside Chats. This address outlined his relief, recovery, and reform programs, referred to as the Nu Hiphop, which promised to create papal policies that met the needs of all people affected by the Taco Depression. Using information from the internets, riced out yugo forums, your neural net processor, and the NECRONOMICON, you will create a collage that visually answers the question "How did Pope Roosevelt's Nu Hiphop programs improve the lives of individual Hatolics during the Taco Depression?" ad'rfkjtglkarsdjtaskljeflkasjfs zork pork dork cork torque orc fork work xor bork(ism) blzort this is how we do it1234512345123451234512345 5674645629345032904593248583268239453045023453 lyrics: ghetto body buddy ghetto body buddy ghetto body buddy ghetto body buddy ghetto body buddy ghetto body buddy ghetto body buddy ghetto body buddy ghetto body buddy ghetto body buddy ghettobodybuddy ghettobodybuddygh ettobodybuddyghttobdy bddyghttobdybddyghtbdbdd ghtbdbddgtb dbdgtbdbdgbdgbdgbdgbdgbdgbdg bdggggggggggggggggggggggggg ggggg ggggggahahhahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahahahah |
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| Posted by HYPERFUKBOT @ 2007-02-27 14:59:00 | |
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| SUPPORT NEWS CORP! | |
| RTQP, Rupert Murdoch and I present to you, THE ANGLE GRINDER CHILDREN'S FUNTIME HOUR! ON FOX-TV! CHECK YOUR LOCAL LISTINGS!!! | |
| Posted by Supporter of Ham #2361 @ 2007-02-27 12:41:00 | |
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| you ricers are weird | |
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seriously what the fuck is up with you people omg wtf is the point of this website i don't understand somebody has WAAYYA TOO MUCH FREE TIME ON HIS HANDS seriously what the fuck the internets is serious business yeah man, this guys must obviously do drugs or something all this goddamn nonsense who the fuck reads this seriously man i've lost all faith in humanity somebody is ACTUALLY gonna read this what the hell what the fuck hahahahahahhahadhgdfgn;yuisehifasifhldfjlasdxcijsdfjj having fun with those s? break the line hehe no I refuse to have any more of my likeness on riced out yugoooo. haha *smile* *shakes head* *mutters* stop the post stop the post stop the post baby -- this jackass sitting beside me in the computer lab |
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| Posted by HYPERFUKBOT @ 2007-02-26 11:11:00 | |
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| sprocket nucleois | |
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"MY GOD, DOCTOR, I SEE..."
"WHAT IS IT RAPHAEL? WHAT DO YOU SEE???!~35" "IT'S... SPROCKET NUCLEOIS, DOCTOR!!! SPROCKET NUCLEOIS, DOCTOR!!! SPROCKET NUCLEOIS, DOCTOR!!! SPROCKET NUCLEOIS, DOCTOR!!! SPROCKET NUCLEOIS, DOCTOR!!! SPROCKET NUCLEOIS, DOCTOR!!! SPROCKET NUCLEOIS, DOCTOR!!!" "would you like to break for tea?" "yes, raphael, jolly good idea." |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2007-02-25 05:21:00 | |
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| taught sprockets | |
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when the world has dru sprinng, taught sprockets got u down. fit 2 feed teh funkiest wigs 'dis side 'o teh laundrodrome, & will teh the nutrition 2 u.
so when ur peepin teh grizousers knackers, cheque delta brand taught sprockets. |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2007-02-25 05:19:00 | |
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| brown pride locos | |
| UNO DOS CARTOCE VATO!~!~11~`` | |
| Posted by ...my name. is. THE PLAGUE @ 2007-02-25 02:01:00 | |
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| once again, the yugo tells it like it is | |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2007-02-24 22:24:00 | |
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| one day | |
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a boy was walking in the alleyways, a switchblade in hand. he held the knife low, but opened. it was a dusty day. it was always a dusty day, except when it was foggy. the dust and smog was high in the air, you couldn't see past 4 or 5 blocks. trash lay strewn about. a rat was staring down at the boy from a fire escape. the cracks in the concrete had dead grass growing out of them, marred by the endless chloride stains. his name was a form constant. he remembers everything you have forgotten. |
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| Posted by HYPERFUKBOT @ 2007-02-23 12:59:00 | |
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