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Post by Claw died on Apr 25, 2011 4:54:58 GMT -5
Fwoooooooooooooosssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhsssssssssssshsshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Better.
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Post by Claw died on Apr 25, 2011 4:43:26 GMT -5
I want Cold Stone now.
I would put my dick in eat some Cold Stone
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Post by Claw died on Apr 24, 2011 0:28:14 GMT -5
f***in' hate tonsil stones.
Hate 'em.
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Post by Claw died on Apr 23, 2011 0:25:15 GMT -5
Is that Mike Starr at 0:27-0:29 and 0:43-0:45? Any help would be appreciated. Gas Man from Dumb & Dumber? Looks like him?
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Post by Claw died on Apr 18, 2011 22:01:23 GMT -5
f*** the Sonic cycle. I'm probably gonna buy this. Because I'm a whore.
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Post by Claw died on Apr 17, 2011 1:14:48 GMT -5
Niiiiiiice
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Post by Claw died on Apr 16, 2011 6:37:54 GMT -5
That taco looks wimpy as hell. It does. I work at Taco Bell, and though they sure as hell don't pack their tacos a LOT, it's usually more than that. The cheese is like...halfway up the shell. Someone was slacking like a motherf***er. Huh? I work at Taco Bell, and though they sure as hell don't pack their tacos a LOT, it's usually more than that. Oh. Oh heh. they sure as hell don't pack their tacos a LOT Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe ...Taco
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Post by Claw died on Apr 15, 2011 16:44:03 GMT -5
Hello, my name is Artie Bell. And I punched a ghost. It was a warm June day in 1968, and I had been watching my kids play in my backyard. My youngest, Julie, was stuck in a tree and the others were teasing her. I was sitting on the back porch, in my chair, drinking a beer when all of a sudden I heard a crash in my garage. I got up to investigate, and left my kids to their teasing. When I got in the garage, it was dark on account of the no windows and blown light bulb. I heard someone rustling in my nail bags. Y'see, I kept all my nails in paper bags. Just how I organized them, I guess. I grabbed a flashlight off of the floor, and shined it on my nail bags. There was nobody there. Just then it got really cold in the garage, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I knew that there was someone, or something behind me. But it didn't know that I knew. I turned my flashlight off, to give him a false sense of security, turned around, closed my eyes and swung. BANG! I connected with a transparent man in a derby hat. He flew back a few feet. He then looked up at me, mustache quivering with fear that quickly turned to rage. He launched an unholy attack against me. He threw fireballs at me, brought my lawn mower to life, resurrected a few dead folks, but I punched them. All of them. Punched them all back to hell. He stood there in awe. "You are a very formidable foe" he echoed. "This was just a test. To see if you were the man of prophecy. And you are!" I stood, fists still clenched. "Please, sir. Tell me your name." the ghost pleaded. "Artie." I replied. "Now what's all this prophecy bulls***?" He stood up, dusted his coat off, and then levitated. "A THOUSAND YEARS AGO, A WISE MAN FORETOLD OF A GREAT WARRIOR. A WARRIOR ABLE TO SEE AND TOUCH GHOSTS. AND THIS WARRIOR WILL TRAVEL THE WORLD, DISPATCHING GHOSTS TO FREE HUMANITY OF THEIR EVIL GHOSTLY GHOSTLYNESS. AND YOU, ARTIE BELL, ARE THAT WARRIOR. NOW, COME WITH ME! A WORLD OF ADVENTURE AND PUNCHES AWAITS!" He boomed. I spit on my garage floor. "Can't." The ghost floated back to the ground. "What do you mean? You must!" I shrugged. "Tough, I got kids. I can't just take off and leave them here. Who's gonna get Julie outta that tree? I'm taking care of them all by myself since my wife died. You really shoulda showed up before I had all these kids. Sorry." I turn to leave. "No, but this is your destiny! Don't worry about your children! I...I'll watch them." I turned around. "You'll what?" The ghost cracked a grin. It's a grin I've seen before, from used car salesmen. It's a negotiatin' grin. "Yes, I'll take care of your children while you fulfill your destiny!" I stepped close to him. "Ain't I the only one that can see you?" He stepped back. "I...I...I mean." He stammered. I cocked my arm back and threw the hardest punch I've ever thrown. As soon as I connected, I was hit with a blinding light, and a deafening scream. Once I regained my eyesight, I noticed that the ghost was gone. He left behind nothing but a pile of dust. "Must've killed him" I thought out loud. I then grabbed a broom and swept the dust into a coffee can. I returned to my chair and my beer to see that Julie got out of the tree, and now Artie Jr. was stuck in it.
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Post by Claw died on Apr 15, 2011 15:34:32 GMT -5
I want to kiss James Franco on the mouth.
I'm a fan.
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Post by Claw died on Apr 13, 2011 16:42:54 GMT -5
Np i du'nt
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Post by Claw died on Apr 12, 2011 12:46:47 GMT -5
Hey kids, Yellow Dino here.
If anyone ever touches you, or takes questionable pictures of you, don't bother finding an adult. Find a dinosaur! We will f*** that motherf***er right the f*** up. Remember, pedophiles might seem big, but they're not. Dinosaurs are big! Big and hungry for pedophile blood. Well, goodbye kids!
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Post by Claw died on Apr 12, 2011 7:04:17 GMT -5
He's eating a really good cheese danish.
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Post by Claw died on Apr 11, 2011 0:37:47 GMT -5
Murder, mostly. I also paint!
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Post by Claw died on Apr 10, 2011 15:32:37 GMT -5
Fozzie Bear.
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Post by Claw died on Apr 10, 2011 0:46:13 GMT -5
Whenever that Claw asshole posts. I hate him.
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Post by Claw died on Apr 9, 2011 2:32:44 GMT -5
It was alright.
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Post by Claw died on Apr 3, 2011 11:45:53 GMT -5
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Post by Claw died on Apr 1, 2011 13:03:21 GMT -5
A little masking tape and some string.
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Post by Claw died on Apr 1, 2011 1:12:53 GMT -5
Yes.
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Post by Claw died on Mar 31, 2011 18:45:17 GMT -5
Vaporeon. f*** yeah.
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