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Off Topic / Re: Onesis? Ask Jacob/Lee!
« on: December 12, 2011, 07:20:28 PM »
For forget sake, STOP WITH ALL THE loving QUESTION TOPICS!
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Off Topic / Re: Ask Coolio - okay, here we go.
« on: December 12, 2011, 07:19:51 PM »
WHY IS THIS ALREADY ANOTHER loving FAD?!
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Off Topic / Re: No, ask Onesis!
« on: December 12, 2011, 07:19:01 PM »
Why is this already a loving fad?
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Off Topic / Re: Ask Coolio - okay, here we go.
« on: December 12, 2011, 07:16:11 PM »
What is your opinion on OCs of any kind?
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Off Topic / Re: One word stories, a game that isn't stupid!
« on: December 12, 2011, 07:15:19 PM »
Davy, my bladder control. It's all gone. The dam has bursted, Davy. My loving pants are a disaster zone and frosted butts.
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Off Topic / Re: Randumbness - Random story generator~!
« on: December 12, 2011, 07:14:32 PM »
It all started when our adventure-loving...adventurer, Badspot, woke up in a haunted thicket. It was the third time it had happened. Feeling ridiculously stunned, Badspot deflowered a potato, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). In a blinding moment of misguided bravado, he realized that his beloved fat juciy pen0r was missing! Immediately he called his favorite rape victim, Ephialtes. Badspot had known Ephialtes for (plus or minus) one million years, the majority of which were exotic ones. Ephialtes was unique. He was easygoing though sometimes a little... oafish. Badspot called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.
Ephialtes picked up to a very unhappy Badspot. Ephialtes calmly assured him that most spotted wolf hamsters sigh before mating, yet long-haired sea monkeys usually sassily yawn *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Badspot. Why was Ephialtes trying to distract Badspot? Because he had snuck out from Badspot's with the fat juciy pen0r only five days prior. It was a enchanting little fat juciy pen0r... how could he resist?
It didn't take long before Badspot got back to the subject at hand: his fat juciy pen0r. Ephialtes yawned. Relunctantly, Ephialtes invited him over, assuring him they'd find the fat juciy pen0r. Badspot grabbed his rhinocerus and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Ephialtes realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the fat juciy pen0r and he had to do it skillfully. He figured that if Badspot took the entrepreneur fresh, candy-painted 'Lac, he had take at least eleven minutes before Badspot would get there. But if he took the car? Then Ephialtes would be really screwed.
Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Ephialtes was interrupted by two selfish ponys that were lured by his fat juciy pen0r. Ephialtes panicked; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling displeased, he aggressively reached for his dangerous oil-soaked rag and recklessly attacked every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the imaginery desert, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the car rolling up. It was Badspot.
----o0o----
As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Wal-Mart to pick up a 12-pack of dull pencils, so he knew he was running late. With a calculated leap, Badspot was out of the car and went surreptitiously jaunting toward Ephialtes's front door. Meanwhile inside, Ephialtes was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the fat juciy pen0r into a box of gerbils and then slid the box behind his giraffe. Ephialtes was puzzled but at least the fat juciy pen0r was concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' Ephialtes surreptitiously purred. With a hasty push, Badspot opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some annoying self-righteous ass in a entrepreneur fresh, candy-painted 'Lac,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Ephialtes assured him. Badspot took a seat hilariously close to where Ephialtes had hidden the fat juciy pen0r. Ephialtes yawned trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Badspot was distracted. Heart filled with earnest fortitude, Ephialtes noticed a pestering look on Badspot's face. Badspot slowly opened his mouth to speak.
'...What's that smell?'
Ephialtes felt a stabbing pain in his fingernail when Badspot asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the fat juciy pen0r right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A abrasive look started to form on Badspot's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's wolverines from when she used to have pet legless puppies. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Badspot nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Ephialtes could react, Badspot aimlessly lunged toward the box and opened it. The fat juciy pen0r was plainly in view.
Badspot stared at Ephialtes for what what must've been ten microseconds. Suddenly cheered up by the Hamtaro theme song, Ephialtes groped surreptitiously in Badspot's direction, clearly desperate. Badspot grabbed the fat juciy pen0r and bolted for the door. It was locked. Ephialtes let out a curious chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Badspot,' he rebuked. Ephialtes always had been a little insensitive, so Badspot knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Ephialtes did something crazy, like... start chucking potatos at him or something. With fist clenched and teeth gnashed, he gripped his fat juciy pen0r tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.
Ephialtes looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Badspot. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame ten days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Badspot. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Ephialtes walked over to the window and looked down. Badspot was gone.
----o0o----
Just yonder, Badspot was struggling to make his way through the swamp behind Ephialtes's place. Badspot had severely hurt his double chin during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral ponys suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the fat juciy pen0r. One by one they latched on to Badspot. Already weakened from his injury, Badspot yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of ponys running off with his fat juciy pen0r.
About six hours later, Badspot awoke, his p-spot throbbing. It was dark and Badspot did not know where he was. Deep in the mysterious lemur-infested moor, Badspot was excessively lost. Ever so extemperaneously, he remembered that his fat juciy pen0r was taken by the ponys. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a oversized pony emerged from the magical cornfield. It was the alpha pony. Badspot opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the pony sunk its teeth into Badspot's p-spot. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Badspot's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.
Less than seven miles away, Ephialtes was entombed by anguish over the loss of the fat juciy pen0r. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened live hand grenade. With a apt thrust, he buried it deeply into his scalp. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Badspot... 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 fat juciy pen0r 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 ponys, 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. :'(
*** L337 Story Generator v1.0
*** Written by Derek Clark. Copyright © www.the-elite.net ~ 2004-2005
*** Forever pwning with earnest.
http://www.the-elite.net/---/story/
Ephialtes picked up to a very unhappy Badspot. Ephialtes calmly assured him that most spotted wolf hamsters sigh before mating, yet long-haired sea monkeys usually sassily yawn *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Badspot. Why was Ephialtes trying to distract Badspot? Because he had snuck out from Badspot's with the fat juciy pen0r only five days prior. It was a enchanting little fat juciy pen0r... how could he resist?
It didn't take long before Badspot got back to the subject at hand: his fat juciy pen0r. Ephialtes yawned. Relunctantly, Ephialtes invited him over, assuring him they'd find the fat juciy pen0r. Badspot grabbed his rhinocerus and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Ephialtes realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the fat juciy pen0r and he had to do it skillfully. He figured that if Badspot took the entrepreneur fresh, candy-painted 'Lac, he had take at least eleven minutes before Badspot would get there. But if he took the car? Then Ephialtes would be really screwed.
Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Ephialtes was interrupted by two selfish ponys that were lured by his fat juciy pen0r. Ephialtes panicked; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling displeased, he aggressively reached for his dangerous oil-soaked rag and recklessly attacked every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the imaginery desert, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the car rolling up. It was Badspot.
----o0o----
As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Wal-Mart to pick up a 12-pack of dull pencils, so he knew he was running late. With a calculated leap, Badspot was out of the car and went surreptitiously jaunting toward Ephialtes's front door. Meanwhile inside, Ephialtes was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the fat juciy pen0r into a box of gerbils and then slid the box behind his giraffe. Ephialtes was puzzled but at least the fat juciy pen0r was concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' Ephialtes surreptitiously purred. With a hasty push, Badspot opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some annoying self-righteous ass in a entrepreneur fresh, candy-painted 'Lac,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Ephialtes assured him. Badspot took a seat hilariously close to where Ephialtes had hidden the fat juciy pen0r. Ephialtes yawned trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Badspot was distracted. Heart filled with earnest fortitude, Ephialtes noticed a pestering look on Badspot's face. Badspot slowly opened his mouth to speak.
'...What's that smell?'
Ephialtes felt a stabbing pain in his fingernail when Badspot asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the fat juciy pen0r right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A abrasive look started to form on Badspot's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's wolverines from when she used to have pet legless puppies. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Badspot nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Ephialtes could react, Badspot aimlessly lunged toward the box and opened it. The fat juciy pen0r was plainly in view.
Badspot stared at Ephialtes for what what must've been ten microseconds. Suddenly cheered up by the Hamtaro theme song, Ephialtes groped surreptitiously in Badspot's direction, clearly desperate. Badspot grabbed the fat juciy pen0r and bolted for the door. It was locked. Ephialtes let out a curious chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Badspot,' he rebuked. Ephialtes always had been a little insensitive, so Badspot knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Ephialtes did something crazy, like... start chucking potatos at him or something. With fist clenched and teeth gnashed, he gripped his fat juciy pen0r tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.
Ephialtes looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Badspot. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame ten days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Badspot. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Ephialtes walked over to the window and looked down. Badspot was gone.
----o0o----
Just yonder, Badspot was struggling to make his way through the swamp behind Ephialtes's place. Badspot had severely hurt his double chin during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral ponys suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the fat juciy pen0r. One by one they latched on to Badspot. Already weakened from his injury, Badspot yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of ponys running off with his fat juciy pen0r.
About six hours later, Badspot awoke, his p-spot throbbing. It was dark and Badspot did not know where he was. Deep in the mysterious lemur-infested moor, Badspot was excessively lost. Ever so extemperaneously, he remembered that his fat juciy pen0r was taken by the ponys. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a oversized pony emerged from the magical cornfield. It was the alpha pony. Badspot opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the pony sunk its teeth into Badspot's p-spot. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Badspot's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.
Less than seven miles away, Ephialtes was entombed by anguish over the loss of the fat juciy pen0r. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened live hand grenade. With a apt thrust, he buried it deeply into his scalp. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Badspot... 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 fat juciy pen0r 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 ponys, 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. :'(
*** L337 Story Generator v1.0
*** Written by Derek Clark. Copyright © www.the-elite.net ~ 2004-2005
*** Forever pwning with earnest.
http://www.the-elite.net/---/story/
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Off Topic / Re: Ask (and sodomize) Jetlok
« on: December 12, 2011, 06:17:16 PM »
What is your opinions on OCs?
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Off Topic / Re: My Little Pony: Friendship for Blockheads: General V2
« on: December 12, 2011, 06:08:12 PM »
inb4astuffloafof"whathappenedwhenIvisitedponib ooru"videos
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Off Topic / Re: My Little Pony: Friendship for Blockheads: General V2
« on: December 12, 2011, 06:05:38 PM »http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQqBNVEjarQI laughed harder than I should've.
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Off Topic / Re: My Little Pony: Friendship for Blockheads: General V2
« on: December 11, 2011, 09:29:10 PM »Ok, but It will be a while till I complete it and I will want alot of ideas for rides and such.
Pinkie Pie Cotton Candy? :O
Have every sweet confectionery stand dedicated to The Cakes, or to Pinkie Pie.
Or have a little plaza called "Sugercube Corner" and have it loaded to the brim with sweets.
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Off Topic / Re: My Little Pony: Friendship for Blockheads: General V2
« on: December 11, 2011, 09:25:54 PM »Im gonna make a theme park in Roller Coaster Tycoon 2 about MLP.I just so happen to have RCT2.
Give me names and the rides and such.
Send me the park when your done please? :3
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Off Topic / Re: Ruin a dream!
« on: December 11, 2011, 09:25:09 PM »I don't use that light downstairs so it's actually not that bad.You were only invincible in your dream.Nice dream.
All the games you like aren't compatible with your PC.
I wish the internet invaded real life, just to see what would happen.
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Off Topic / Re: Ruin a dream!
« on: December 11, 2011, 09:23:42 PM »
Wish granted, but an Asian comes up from behind, steals it, dissembles it, and reassembles it as a calculator for use in his math studies.
I wish OP knew about the other thread just like this.
I wish OP knew about the other thread just like this.
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Off Topic / Re: Piss off the user above.
« on: December 11, 2011, 09:22:34 PM »
nigr u fat, u suk.
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Off Topic / Re: My Little Pony: Friendship for Blockheads: General V2
« on: December 11, 2011, 09:20:50 PM »Ill just dump miu's other mlp artwork just 'cause.
[img ]http://d.facdn.net/art/miupix/1320867149.miupix_dash.jpg[/img]
[img ]http://d.facdn.net/art/miupix/1319758522.miupix_rarity.jpg[/img]
[img ]http://d.facdn.net/art/miupix/1316716486.miupix_twilightsparkle.jpg[/img]
loving amazing...