I Love You!
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I Love You!
Cyborg-Pirate-Ninja Jesus looked upon the heaped piles of wrecked machines and human bodies, almost unrecognizable after the onslaught. There were craters everywhere, and smoke, and fire that made the smoke, and bodies that fueled the fire that made the smoke. And then, if you looked hard enough into the distance, you could make out more craters.
There was epic music playing in glorious synchronization all around him, and he frolicked amidst the destruction. Time was short, however, and he had to return to His Exalted Greatness' ship, The Black Day. He lamented this thought, if only because he wanted to skip around in the blood and ashes for just a few moments longer. It wasn't often that Cyborg-Pirate-Ninja Jesus got to admire his work, as his Master only allowed him freedom whenever it was of particular advantage to him (namely when someone forgot to pay their protection dues).
Jesus sighed to himself, and sprayed the surrounding area with anthrax before departing for the ship that the world new as the terror of the sea.
... wow.
I eats hams
... wow.
(WTH? I suddenly have deja vu!)
I like cheese.
Recent polls have shown that 100% of all people participate in polls.
I don't get it because I'd rather not right now.
I smell tablature. It tastes like lemon-lime.
I is sleepys. I goes to beds.
Why should you go to bed??? Does bed ever come to you????
Yes
VIDEO PROOF PLEASE!!! I want to see this!
The sad thing is that I'd probably make an animation of that and upload it, if I wasn't on MSN right now
I no like MSN. I no use MSN. MSN, I do not like.
ahem. sorry, brainfart.
Well I don't like cheese because it tastes smelly.
Eschew Obfuscation.
Words to live by.
Google "lulzy avatar".
Mark75's profile is on the 5th page, Taosaur and Jeff's are on the 4th.
rehbehleheheheheh buuuurt.
Sculpt me a new nipple while you're at it, the last one's gone soggy in the refrigerator.
noooooooooooooooooooooooooo, it's a lie!Quote:
Google "lulzy avatar".
Mark75's profile is on the 5th page, Taosaur and Jeff's are on the 4th.
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:boggle: At the risk of sounding like an audacious hedonist, I will attempt to humbly set forth a brief précis of my complaint letter's most pudibund stratagems in hopes of convincing you, the reader, to help pave the way for people of every sex, race, and socioeconomic status to fulfill their own spiritual destiny. One of the first facts we should face is that my complaint letter can't throw away its integrity and expect the world to respect it for it. It vehemently denies that, of course. But it obviously would because its adulators feel that it is the arbiter of all things. I say to them, "Prove it"—not that they'll be able to, of course, but because my complaint letter's excuses have an unsavory historical track record. The sooner it comes to grips with that reality, the better for all of us. And there you have it. My complaint letter is not afraid to use violence, ruse, shot and shell, poison, or the dagger to practice human sacrifice on a grand scale in some sort of froward death cult.
Tacophilia