Author Topic: Welcome to the Salty Spitoon  (Read 21598 times)

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whoops i be late


name: musclebob buffpants
description: do these muscles lie?

charaketr:  :panda::)
backstory:  he is very late to things all the time :panda:
sory im late guys

before i start with the reg chats, we can do this two ways, either i can pack all of the interactions into one post, which will take MUCH longer to do. or do each post seperately, this will lead to a long line of posts that are by me, with each conversation. What shall it be? If spam is an issue, i suggest the former, if you want them coming quickly, the latter.


I made a weapon so powerful that it can make people's computers BSOD.  With my bare hands.

Upon testing it, the weapon deleted itself from existence to prevent itself from being abused.  It's why I haven't distributed it.

"I gave birth to you.
With no morphine."

"When they shot me in the eye, I made no struggle, let loose no tears, and ate it raw in front of my conspirators."

"When they shot me in the eye, I made no struggle, let loose no tears, and ate it raw in front of my conspirators."
This will probably fly over everyone's head but...

Okay Majima

I'll receive and bite you.


Welcome to the Salty Spitoon, how tough are ya?


I knew a guy called richard Suckenne Gaylord once, he tried to best me in a drinking game, I watched the whole thing. I started clapping slowly and everyone looked at me "pssh, thats notihg,." I says as I shoots a bullet through the window and the glass shards bounce around the bar and hit the spitoon out of richard suckenne gaylords hand and knock it into my hand. I then shoot a cork off the bottle of acid and beer and hard liqour in the store shelf and they fizz up over the tops and land in the spitoon I was holding, before drinking it I go to the bathroom for I need to piss. I then comes back and pick up the spitoon and the drinks keep flowing in and it overFLOWS and runs to richards feet and burns the toes of his shoes off. I then take my prize winning rooster (the reason they call my Heugh Jrooster) and you know what I did? I made him dirnk it and the rooster stuffs out an egg and it hatches and BEER comes out calleed ~"difficult beer" and the beer lands in the my hand. I drinks it. "pssh, nothin personelle kid." I say as I walk out of the saloon


Go right ahead, sorry to keep ya waiting.

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« Last Edit: July 11, 2015, 01:13:10 AM by lord techno »

Holy stuff. That Cowboy is tough.

for future reference

Replies are processed based on time of comment, the earlier, the faster yours is processed, he commented first, so he got first process, thats how it works.

Basically, the further to the top of the list you are, the faster you get to reg.


Welcome to the Salty Spitoon, how tough are ya?


I made a weapon so powerful that it can make people's computers BSOD.  With my bare hands.

Upon testing it, the weapon deleted itself from existence to prevent itself from being abused.  It's why I haven't distributed it.


Sounds hard to believe.

Reg is now Questionable of your Toughness, you must try to convince him. Use a new comment.


Welcome to the Salty Spitoon, how tough are ya?


just blew in from out of town


That doesn't tell me how tough you are, be more specific.

Reg is now Questionable of your Toughness, you must try to convince him. Use a new comment.

i eat anchovies on my pizza

IM ENTERING
Name: Navy Seal

Bio: What the forget did you just loving say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the forget out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my loving words. You think you can get away with saying that stuff to me over the Internet? Think again, forgeter. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re loving dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little stuff. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your loving tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will stuff fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re loving dead, kiddo.