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Off Topic / Re: Giants or Patriots
« on: February 03, 2012, 04:31:10 PM »
Ima Broncos fan!
forget the Patriots, GO GIANTS!
forget the Patriots, GO GIANTS!
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Off Topic / Re: I got soap in my eye and eyedrops made it worse D:
« on: February 03, 2012, 10:43:43 AM »
Contact Solution. That stuff works the best.
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Off Topic / Re: How to cure cancer
« on: February 03, 2012, 10:38:35 AM »
I tried this and my testicular cancer just proofed away (as well as my balls D:)
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Off Topic / Re: Holy crap, it's finally snowing.
« on: February 03, 2012, 10:30:26 AM »Bitch Please, I got snow that comes up to my knees and snow drifts that are like 7 feet tall. Hell there was one I saw that was taller than a car.Lemme guess, either east Colorado or west/central Kansas.
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Off Topic / Re: Randomized Stories Thread
« on: February 03, 2012, 12:07:23 AM »
It all started when our (former research) star, Vermin Supreme, woke up in a secret vineyard. It was the tenth time it had happened. Feeling exceedingly exasperated, Vermin Supreme stroked a banana, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Suddenly cheered up by the Hamtaro theme song, he realized that his beloved Faptop was missing! Immediately he called his lover, George Bush. Vermin Supreme had known George Bush for (plus or minus) 153 years, the majority of which were curious ones. George Bush was unique. He was attractive though sometimes a little... selfish. Vermin Supreme called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.
George Bush picked up to a very glad Vermin Supreme. George Bush calmly assured him that most albino cats turn red before mating, yet long-haired sea monkeys usually charismatically sigh *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Vermin Supreme. Why was George Bush trying to distract Vermin Supreme? Because he had snuck out from Vermin Supreme's with the Faptop only eight days prior. It was a flamboyant little Faptop... how could he resist?
It didn't take long before Vermin Supreme got back to the subject at hand: his Faptop. George Bush sighed. Relunctantly, George Bush invited him over, assuring him they'd find the Faptop. Vermin Supreme grabbed his time machine and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, George Bush realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the Faptop and he had to do it thoughtfully. He figured that if Vermin Supreme took the time machine, he had take at least eight minutes before Vermin Supreme would get there. But if he took the Tobaggon? Then George Bush would be excessively screwed.
Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, George Bush was interrupted by five stupid Doges that were lured by his Faptop. George Bush sighed; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling concerned, he thoughtfully reached for his dull pencil and aptly groped every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the foxy forest, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the Tobaggon rolling up. It was Vermin Supreme.
----o0o----
As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Sears to pick up a 12-pack of ninja stars, so he knew he was running late. With a quick leap, Vermin Supreme was out of the Tobaggon and went explosively jaunting toward George Bush's front door. Meanwhile inside, George Bush was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the Faptop into a box of dangerous oil-soaked rags and then slid the box behind his refrigerator. George Bush was puzzled but at least the Faptop was concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' George Bush earnestly purred. With a quick push, Vermin Supreme opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some abrasive rationality-deprived handicap in a entrepreneur fresh, candy-painted 'Lac,' he lied. 'It's fine,' George Bush assured him. Vermin Supreme took a seat exotically proximate to where George Bush had hidden the Faptop. George Bush sighed trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Vermin Supreme was distracted. In a blinding moment of misguided bravado, George Bush noticed a oafish look on Vermin Supreme's face. Vermin Supreme slowly opened his mouth to speak.
'...What's that smell?'
George Bush felt a stabbing pain in his shin when Vermin Supreme asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the Faptop right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A selfish look started to form on Vermin Supreme's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's live hand grenades from when she used to have pet 3-legged wallabies. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Vermin Supreme nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before George Bush could react, Vermin Supreme skillfully lunged toward the box and opened it. The Faptop was plainly in view.
Vermin Supreme stared at George Bush for what what must've been five nanoseconds. With fist clenched and teeth gnashed, George Bush groped exotically in Vermin Supreme's direction, clearly desperate. Vermin Supreme grabbed the Faptop and bolted for the door. It was locked. George Bush let out a striking chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Vermin Supreme,' he rebuked. George Bush always had been a little clueless, so Vermin Supreme knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before George Bush did something crazy, like... start chucking dull pencils at him or something. Giggling like schoolgirl, he gripped his Faptop tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.
George Bush looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Vermin Supreme. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame nine days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Vermin Supreme. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. George Bush walked over to the window and looked down. Vermin Supreme was gone.
----o0o----
Just yonder, Vermin Supreme was struggling to make his way through the magical cornfield behind George Bush's place. Vermin Supreme had severely hurt his armpit during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Doges suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the Faptop. One by one they latched on to Vermin Supreme. Already weakened from his injury, Vermin Supreme yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Doges running off with his Faptop.
About five hours later, Vermin Supreme awoke, his kidney throbbing. It was dark and Vermin Supreme did not know where he was. Deep in the humid disease-infested jungle, Vermin Supreme was abnormally lost. Like a drunken sailor at happy hour, he remembered that his Faptop was taken by the Doges. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a little Doge emerged from the foxy forest. It was the alpha Doge. Vermin Supreme opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the Doge sunk its teeth into Vermin Supreme's shin. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Vermin Supreme's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.
Less than four miles away, George Bush was entombed by anguish over the loss of the Faptop. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened banana. With a quick thrust, he buried it deeply into his double chin. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Vermin Supreme... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the Faptop that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant Doges, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after, the end. :'(
George Bush picked up to a very glad Vermin Supreme. George Bush calmly assured him that most albino cats turn red before mating, yet long-haired sea monkeys usually charismatically sigh *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Vermin Supreme. Why was George Bush trying to distract Vermin Supreme? Because he had snuck out from Vermin Supreme's with the Faptop only eight days prior. It was a flamboyant little Faptop... how could he resist?
It didn't take long before Vermin Supreme got back to the subject at hand: his Faptop. George Bush sighed. Relunctantly, George Bush invited him over, assuring him they'd find the Faptop. Vermin Supreme grabbed his time machine and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, George Bush realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the Faptop and he had to do it thoughtfully. He figured that if Vermin Supreme took the time machine, he had take at least eight minutes before Vermin Supreme would get there. But if he took the Tobaggon? Then George Bush would be excessively screwed.
Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, George Bush was interrupted by five stupid Doges that were lured by his Faptop. George Bush sighed; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling concerned, he thoughtfully reached for his dull pencil and aptly groped every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the foxy forest, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the Tobaggon rolling up. It was Vermin Supreme.
----o0o----
As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Sears to pick up a 12-pack of ninja stars, so he knew he was running late. With a quick leap, Vermin Supreme was out of the Tobaggon and went explosively jaunting toward George Bush's front door. Meanwhile inside, George Bush was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the Faptop into a box of dangerous oil-soaked rags and then slid the box behind his refrigerator. George Bush was puzzled but at least the Faptop was concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' George Bush earnestly purred. With a quick push, Vermin Supreme opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some abrasive rationality-deprived handicap in a entrepreneur fresh, candy-painted 'Lac,' he lied. 'It's fine,' George Bush assured him. Vermin Supreme took a seat exotically proximate to where George Bush had hidden the Faptop. George Bush sighed trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Vermin Supreme was distracted. In a blinding moment of misguided bravado, George Bush noticed a oafish look on Vermin Supreme's face. Vermin Supreme slowly opened his mouth to speak.
'...What's that smell?'
George Bush felt a stabbing pain in his shin when Vermin Supreme asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the Faptop right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A selfish look started to form on Vermin Supreme's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's live hand grenades from when she used to have pet 3-legged wallabies. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Vermin Supreme nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before George Bush could react, Vermin Supreme skillfully lunged toward the box and opened it. The Faptop was plainly in view.
Vermin Supreme stared at George Bush for what what must've been five nanoseconds. With fist clenched and teeth gnashed, George Bush groped exotically in Vermin Supreme's direction, clearly desperate. Vermin Supreme grabbed the Faptop and bolted for the door. It was locked. George Bush let out a striking chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Vermin Supreme,' he rebuked. George Bush always had been a little clueless, so Vermin Supreme knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before George Bush did something crazy, like... start chucking dull pencils at him or something. Giggling like schoolgirl, he gripped his Faptop tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.
George Bush looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Vermin Supreme. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame nine days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Vermin Supreme. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. George Bush walked over to the window and looked down. Vermin Supreme was gone.
----o0o----
Just yonder, Vermin Supreme was struggling to make his way through the magical cornfield behind George Bush's place. Vermin Supreme had severely hurt his armpit during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Doges suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the Faptop. One by one they latched on to Vermin Supreme. Already weakened from his injury, Vermin Supreme yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Doges running off with his Faptop.
About five hours later, Vermin Supreme awoke, his kidney throbbing. It was dark and Vermin Supreme did not know where he was. Deep in the humid disease-infested jungle, Vermin Supreme was abnormally lost. Like a drunken sailor at happy hour, he remembered that his Faptop was taken by the Doges. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a little Doge emerged from the foxy forest. It was the alpha Doge. Vermin Supreme opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the Doge sunk its teeth into Vermin Supreme's shin. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Vermin Supreme's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.
Less than four miles away, George Bush was entombed by anguish over the loss of the Faptop. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened banana. With a quick thrust, he buried it deeply into his double chin. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Vermin Supreme... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the Faptop that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant Doges, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after, the end. :'(
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Off Topic / Re: "Oh What the Fu-" Videos that are really disturbing+funny
« on: February 02, 2012, 10:46:16 PM »1779
Off Topic / Re: Pirate Bay Switched Domains
« on: February 02, 2012, 10:40:20 PM »That's the Swiss you're thinking of. They really are just Germanic Italians, if you think about it.... :oThey also get swiss cheese ;_;
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Off Topic / Re: My classmates play their 3DS IN CLASS.
« on: January 30, 2012, 07:06:11 PM »
My BIO teacher does not care if you text in class or whatever. Its your grade and you do what you want with it.
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Off Topic / Re: Draw a Dinosaur Day!
« on: January 30, 2012, 06:15:09 PM »-snip-It's BEAUTIFUL!
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Off Topic / Draw a Dinosaur Day!
« on: January 30, 2012, 04:45:04 PM »
Its draw a dinosaur day.
http://www.examiner.com/paeleontology-in-national/today-is-draw-a-dinosaur-day
Go ahead, draw a dino.
http://www.examiner.com/paeleontology-in-national/today-is-draw-a-dinosaur-day
Go ahead, draw a dino.
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General Discussion / Re: Nobot's Death Race Official Thread (v11.9.6) (Awaiting v12.0)
« on: January 30, 2012, 01:33:42 AM »Oh thank god! :Dwhat type of gpu
Also I didn't hook up the graphics card today.
For sure tomorrow.
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General Discussion / Re: Gunner's S.T.A.L.K.E.R. RP. [ Rules, story, server addons, and more. ]
« on: January 30, 2012, 01:12:50 AM »
we could replicat shadow of chernobyl without much lag. We probably need only like 3 apartments and not 10 etc etc. Rationalizing is always the option.