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Off Topic / Re: My Little Pony: Friendship for Blockheads: General V2
« on: December 11, 2011, 05:22:36 PM »
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Off Topic / Re: This is the best thing I've ever seen anybody do with Jellybeans.
« on: December 11, 2011, 01:20:17 AM »
Bumping for awesomeness and jellybeans.
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Gallery / Re: Lord Tony's Fish Tank
« on: December 11, 2011, 01:16:18 AM »
I'm still worried that the Stick Man in the pictures isn't me. O__O
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Off Topic / Re: Have I ever told you the story that Santa Claus is an ape?
« on: December 11, 2011, 01:14:31 AM »
Aqua Teen Hunger Force! :D
I loving love you. <3
I loving love you. <3
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Off Topic / Re: google "what defines an english person"
« on: December 11, 2011, 01:11:17 AM »Wowe raseist --_-Why are you calling me tribal you monday jew?
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Off Topic / Re: google "what defines an english person"
« on: December 11, 2011, 12:56:18 AM »u alwais mak me lafNot sure if trolling, or just terrible with grammar.
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Off Topic / Re: Randumbness - Random Story Generator
« on: December 10, 2011, 06:52:26 PM »
It all started when our antagonizing protagonist, Badspot, woke up in a fanstic pumpkin patch. It was the fifth time it had happened. Feeling alarmingly exasperated, Badspot groped a ninja star, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Heart filled with earnest fortitude, he realized that his beloved snake was missing! Immediately he called his favorite Mormon, Ephialtes. Badspot had known Ephialtes for (plus or minus) 20 years, the majority of which were curious ones. Ephialtes was unique. He was ingenious though sometimes a little... clueless. Badspot called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.
Ephialtes picked up to a very sad Badspot. Ephialtes calmly assured him that most albino cats sneeze before mating, yet legless puppies usually exotically 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 snake only ten days prior. It was a sassy little snake... how could he resist?
It didn't take long before Badspot got back to the subject at hand: his snake. Ephialtes panicked. Relunctantly, Ephialtes invited him over, assuring him they'd find the snake. Badspot grabbed his whale and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Ephialtes realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the snake and he had to do it randomly. He figured that if Badspot took the curb-jumping ghetto sled (Impala), he had take at least eleven minutes before Badspot would get there. But if he took the car? Then Ephialtes would be barely screwed.
Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Ephialtes was interrupted by eight insensitive ponys that were lured by his snake. Ephialtes grimaced; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling worried, he recklessly reached for his banana and carefully backhanded every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the haunted thicket, 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 snake into a box of dangerous oil-soaked rags and then slid the box behind his hippopotamus. Ephialtes was displeased but at least the snake was concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' Ephialtes indiscriminately purred. With a inept push, Badspot opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some oafish social outcast in a curb-jumping ghetto sled (Impala),' he lied. 'It's fine,' Ephialtes assured him. Badspot took a seat alarmingly close to where Ephialtes had hidden the snake. Ephialtes sneezed trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Badspot was distracted. A few freaknasty minutes later, Ephialtes noticed a clueless look on Badspot's face. Badspot slowly opened his mouth to speak.
'...What's that smell?'
Ephialtes felt a stabbing pain in his shin when Badspot asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the snake right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A pestering 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 ninja stars from when she used to have pet spotted wolf hamsters. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Badspot nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Ephialtes could react, Badspot aptly lunged toward the box and opened it. The snake was plainly in view.
Badspot stared at Ephialtes for what what must've been six minutes. Heart filled with earnest fortitude, Ephialtes groped indiscriminately in Badspot's direction, clearly desperate. Badspot grabbed the snake 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 oafish, 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. Like a drunken sailor at happy hour, he gripped his snake 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 seven 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 lemur-infested moor behind Ephialtes's place. Badspot had severely hurt his ear during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral ponys suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the snake. 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 snake.
About eight hours later, Badspot awoke, his double chin throbbing. It was dark and Badspot did not know where he was. Deep in the mysterious imaginery desert, Badspot was alarmingly lost. Suddenly cheered up by the Hamtaro theme song, he remembered that his snake was taken by the ponys. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a shrunken pony emerged from the lemur-infested moor. It was the alpha pony. Badspot opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the pony sunk its teeth into Badspot's shin. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Badspot's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.
Less than nine miles away, Ephialtes was entombed by anguish over the loss of the snake. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened dangerous oil-soaked rag. With a skillful thrust, he buried it deeply into his ear. 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 snake 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. :'(
LOLz!!1
*** 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 sad Badspot. Ephialtes calmly assured him that most albino cats sneeze before mating, yet legless puppies usually exotically 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 snake only ten days prior. It was a sassy little snake... how could he resist?
It didn't take long before Badspot got back to the subject at hand: his snake. Ephialtes panicked. Relunctantly, Ephialtes invited him over, assuring him they'd find the snake. Badspot grabbed his whale and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Ephialtes realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the snake and he had to do it randomly. He figured that if Badspot took the curb-jumping ghetto sled (Impala), he had take at least eleven minutes before Badspot would get there. But if he took the car? Then Ephialtes would be barely screwed.
Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Ephialtes was interrupted by eight insensitive ponys that were lured by his snake. Ephialtes grimaced; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling worried, he recklessly reached for his banana and carefully backhanded every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the haunted thicket, 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 snake into a box of dangerous oil-soaked rags and then slid the box behind his hippopotamus. Ephialtes was displeased but at least the snake was concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' Ephialtes indiscriminately purred. With a inept push, Badspot opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some oafish social outcast in a curb-jumping ghetto sled (Impala),' he lied. 'It's fine,' Ephialtes assured him. Badspot took a seat alarmingly close to where Ephialtes had hidden the snake. Ephialtes sneezed trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Badspot was distracted. A few freaknasty minutes later, Ephialtes noticed a clueless look on Badspot's face. Badspot slowly opened his mouth to speak.
'...What's that smell?'
Ephialtes felt a stabbing pain in his shin when Badspot asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the snake right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A pestering 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 ninja stars from when she used to have pet spotted wolf hamsters. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Badspot nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Ephialtes could react, Badspot aptly lunged toward the box and opened it. The snake was plainly in view.
Badspot stared at Ephialtes for what what must've been six minutes. Heart filled with earnest fortitude, Ephialtes groped indiscriminately in Badspot's direction, clearly desperate. Badspot grabbed the snake 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 oafish, 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. Like a drunken sailor at happy hour, he gripped his snake 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 seven 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 lemur-infested moor behind Ephialtes's place. Badspot had severely hurt his ear during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral ponys suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the snake. 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 snake.
About eight hours later, Badspot awoke, his double chin throbbing. It was dark and Badspot did not know where he was. Deep in the mysterious imaginery desert, Badspot was alarmingly lost. Suddenly cheered up by the Hamtaro theme song, he remembered that his snake was taken by the ponys. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a shrunken pony emerged from the lemur-infested moor. It was the alpha pony. Badspot opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the pony sunk its teeth into Badspot's shin. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Badspot's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.
Less than nine miles away, Ephialtes was entombed by anguish over the loss of the snake. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened dangerous oil-soaked rag. With a skillful thrust, he buried it deeply into his ear. 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 snake 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. :'(
LOLz!!1
*** 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: Someone drew this gun exactly like this.
« on: December 10, 2011, 06:48:45 PM »
White square with X_X face? :/
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Off Topic / Re: My Little Pony: Friendship for Blockheads: General V2
« on: December 10, 2011, 10:26:18 AM »That tooThat's the guy.
Probably with a mixture of Skyward Sword and/or Groose (if i'm remembering that guy's name right), or scenes with Ren and Stimpy music
His videos are somewhat entertaining, but he has some sort of special interest for Discord. :/
Every week, he has at least one video with Discord in it.
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Off Topic / Re: My Little Pony: Friendship for Blockheads: General V2
« on: December 10, 2011, 10:24:12 AM »
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Suggestions & Requests / Re: Link to the 1x1 No lines brick?
« on: December 10, 2011, 10:22:15 AM »http://www.mediafire.com/?4t21em5ejkdThanks bro. Locking.
It's part of this.
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Off Topic / Re: My Little Pony: Friendship for Blockheads: General V2
« on: December 10, 2011, 10:20:24 AM »Let the SUPERMARIOGALAXY13 videos, begin
:|
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Off Topic / Re: My Little Pony: Friendship for Blockheads: General V2
« on: December 10, 2011, 10:15:17 AM »
HAPPY ENDING!!!
Spike is writing today's letter. :3
This has been your weekly broadcasted summary.
THE JOKER LOST TO DISCORD! D:
Spike is writing today's letter. :3
This has been your weekly broadcasted summary.
THE JOKER LOST TO DISCORD! D:
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Off Topic / Re: My Little Pony: Friendship for Blockheads: General V2
« on: December 10, 2011, 10:01:17 AM »
Updating events (SPOILERS HERE!!!)
Oh god, puberty.
inb4ratedYtoG
Spike is now part dog.
It is found out via Zecora that Spike's growth is due to his greed.
This is now Grand Theft Auto: Ponyville Stories.
Rage quit Twilight's library, and then STEAL ALL THE APPLES!!!
All of Fluttershy's chicken coop. Fluttershy is still afraid of dragons
Pinkie pie is assaulting Spike with cake/Spike is on his way to Rarity's almost fully grown.
Spike is pulling off a wicked King Kong impression/Rarity being Rarity.
Spike has a loving kick-ass mohawk now.
Spike telling Rarity off and vice versa.
FLASHBACK!!!
Everything is now back to normal
Rarity and Spike free-falling
AND THAT'S HOW EQUESTRIA WAS MADE.
Oh god, puberty.
inb4ratedYtoG
Spike is now part dog.
It is found out via Zecora that Spike's growth is due to his greed.
This is now Grand Theft Auto: Ponyville Stories.
Rage quit Twilight's library, and then STEAL ALL THE APPLES!!!
All of Fluttershy's chicken coop. Fluttershy is still afraid of dragons
Pinkie pie is assaulting Spike with cake/Spike is on his way to Rarity's almost fully grown.
Spike is pulling off a wicked King Kong impression/Rarity being Rarity.
Spike has a loving kick-ass mohawk now.
Spike telling Rarity off and vice versa.
FLASHBACK!!!
Everything is now back to normal
Rarity and Spike free-falling
AND THAT'S HOW EQUESTRIA WAS MADE.