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Random lnsanity / Just watched season finale of House
« on: May 26, 2008, 03:48:00 pm »
Yay Amber's dead!
Poor Wilson.
Also, House actually crying = o_o
Poor Wilson.
Also, House actually crying = o_o
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Random lnsanity / Hey, SWAT. About the last GTA game
« on: May 26, 2008, 01:36:33 am »
Sorry dude, me and Crunka didn't realize we were in a call until about an hour after you left. Forgive us?
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Random lnsanity / Hey 360 fags
« on: May 19, 2008, 08:12:27 pm »
GT: Super Mega King
Add me and we'll do some shit sometime
Add me and we'll do some shit sometime
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Random lnsanity / I just found out that my older brother and his fiancee were murdered
« on: March 25, 2008, 07:56:22 pm »
I don't expect sympathy and I doubt I'll even read the responses, but I absolutely need to tell someone about this right now, because I feel like it's clawing at me in the pit of my stomach.
Some fucking evil pieces of shit robbed a train car full of people late last night and killed my sister and her fiancée when they tried to get out of the car to get help. The murderers were caught and arrested. We both grew up in Detroit, and though it has a bad reputation we were never the victims of any sort of crime. We moved to Michigan with our mom when we were in elementary and then I came to Indiana for a private highschool and he went back home to help our dad (he has Alzheimer's... but he was a drunk, abusive fuck and I've never wanted to see him since we left). He got a shitty manual labor job and rented a shitty apartment, but things started looking up when he met up with a childhood friend of ours and they ended up dating. The relationship went really well, and he was really happy even though he was spending most of his time taking care of an old psycho and moving furniture. After a few months they got engaged, and they were going to get married in April.
I feel so numb and yet so close to panic. I wish I had talked to him more often. Last time I saw him was at Christmas. The saddest part about this shit is that he was just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit, he took the midnight train going anywhere. He was an incredible person, all he ever tried to do was help, and he never hurt anyone in his life. I don't know how to deal with this. I still can't believe he's gone.
The world is too fucked up to live in. I've never felt this bad in my life, but somehow I can't cry. I feel like I'll never be able to love anyone again.
Some fucking evil pieces of shit robbed a train car full of people late last night and killed my sister and her fiancée when they tried to get out of the car to get help. The murderers were caught and arrested. We both grew up in Detroit, and though it has a bad reputation we were never the victims of any sort of crime. We moved to Michigan with our mom when we were in elementary and then I came to Indiana for a private highschool and he went back home to help our dad (he has Alzheimer's... but he was a drunk, abusive fuck and I've never wanted to see him since we left). He got a shitty manual labor job and rented a shitty apartment, but things started looking up when he met up with a childhood friend of ours and they ended up dating. The relationship went really well, and he was really happy even though he was spending most of his time taking care of an old psycho and moving furniture. After a few months they got engaged, and they were going to get married in April.
I feel so numb and yet so close to panic. I wish I had talked to him more often. Last time I saw him was at Christmas. The saddest part about this shit is that he was just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit, he took the midnight train going anywhere. He was an incredible person, all he ever tried to do was help, and he never hurt anyone in his life. I don't know how to deal with this. I still can't believe he's gone.
The world is too fucked up to live in. I've never felt this bad in my life, but somehow I can't cry. I feel like I'll never be able to love anyone again.
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Random lnsanity / Zeep and I, AKA the Zeman Devils, are planning an attack.
« on: March 16, 2008, 07:48:33 pm »
Recently, I've been gathering certain evidence. I have abandoned all my theories about Azural being the son of a hooker and Cthulu. I have compiled evidence that Azural is really building an army of robot bears.
Yes. Robot Bears. As in, robots that are bears and bears that are robots.
Here's what I've compiled so far.
Startling, isn't it?
Image taken of Azural's scheming room. As you can see, he's quickly amassing scrap metal.
Ethanol, could be used to power Robot Bears?
Very startling early blueprint.
Okay, I'm calling everyone out to kill him while we still can! If you can kill Lanna too, then it might just have to be done. WE CANNOT LET THE EVIL SEED SPREAD!
The military has already blocked tennessee off from the rest of the world.
VIVA LA FREEDOM!
VIVA LA JUSTICE!
VIVA LA ZEMAN DEVILS!
Yes. Robot Bears. As in, robots that are bears and bears that are robots.
Here's what I've compiled so far.
Startling, isn't it?
Image taken of Azural's scheming room. As you can see, he's quickly amassing scrap metal.
Ethanol, could be used to power Robot Bears?
Very startling early blueprint.
Okay, I'm calling everyone out to kill him while we still can! If you can kill Lanna too, then it might just have to be done. WE CANNOT LET THE EVIL SEED SPREAD!
The military has already blocked tennessee off from the rest of the world.
VIVA LA FREEDOM!
VIVA LA JUSTICE!
VIVA LA ZEMAN DEVILS!
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Random lnsanity / I'm going to stop fapping, again. [Serious Discussion]
« on: March 02, 2008, 10:48:12 pm »
I'd stopped a few years ago but last year I've started up again. I want to quit, because I don't find it too much of an appealing habit. Why am I doing this? Not because of religion, but I want to prove to myself that I have the self-control to do it.
So I'm going to post in this topic with updates.
So I'm going to post in this topic with updates.
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Random lnsanity / Damen's Story Topic.
« on: March 01, 2008, 11:30:43 pm »
The Ceramic Cat
Genre: Scary
Angela walked past the steam engines and straight to the flee markets. She was eight years old with a bounce in her step and was not interested in the real beauty in life, like the purr of a sports car as you turn the ignition, or the whistle of an old-steam engine tractor as you fire it up. Mom and dad tasked me with the job of playing babysitter on this family trip to the Tippecanoe steam engine show. I was fourteen, and naturally I had resented the idea at the very start. Why should I, a fun loving kid have to follow around a little girl that had a strange fascination for small, feline animals? No matter, once she’s done looking it’ll be my turn to look at the rows of old-engines that greeted me at every turn and corner of the place.
She breezed through the small-time markets, wasting no time, examining every store she came to, never staying at a single place for too long. I wasn’t complaining, because the quicker the better. Eventually she stopped at a store that specialized in paranormal bullcrap that any gullible little girl would get scared out of her wits over. “Angela, you know that this stuff just scares you” I warned as she took a look over a small crystal ball. “I know, bro, but that’s why it’s all so cool” she replied with unmistakable enthusiasm. She took her time at this store, examining everything purchasable with the eye of a master-merchant. She let out a little squeal as she saw a small ceramic cat. The cat was small, and was black with white stripes…or white with black stripes. She didn’t care, and she let out another small squeal as she saw the price tag that stated the cat was only $20.
“Why is it so cheap,” I questioned the shop keep, “surely something of this value must be worth more?”
“Are you complaining?” he replied
“No…”
“Well, it’s cheap because some people are turned off due to the weight of it. Small as a cat can be, heavy as a bulldog.”
I looked at the cat, then tried to pick it up. I cursed as I realized that it was too heavy and would need my father to help carry this thing back to the van. I told Angela to call him using my cellphone while I paid the shopkeep. Around ten minutes after the purchase, my dad and I were lugging the thing to the van. Jesus Christ, this is extremely heavy, I remember thinking at the time. We stayed at the show for another three or so hours, and my content little sister didn’t buy anything else or talk the whole time.
The ride home was not so quiet, however. She was bouncing off the walls in excitement, quizzing my dad about every detail of the ‘little kitty’ as she put it. My dad answered all her questions, never seeming annoyed, which was surprising to me because I was fed up with her after the first five minutes. When we got home, the little ceramic cat needed carrying inside. My dad and I lugged the cat upstairs and into Angela‘s room, my sister right on our tails. She was squealing when we finally set it down in the spot that she designated, and when we left she was still admiring the cat. My dad and I went downstairs and started to examine everything that everyone else had bought, then I helped my mother start on dinner. At dinner my dad explained that the next morning, before dawn, he was going to leave with my mother to go to the show again. It was going to be Saturday morning and the show started at around five. My sister decided to go with him, meaning that I would be alone early in the morning.
I went to bed especially early, exhausted from the day’s events. The sleep was immediate and dreamless, and I woke to the feeling of my bladder readying to betray me. I stumbled at out of bed through the night and looked out the window at the driveway. The family had already gone, and I was alone in the house. Once I finished up in the bathroom, I walked back to my bedroom and was stricken with an extreme and sudden fear. “What the hell?” I said to myself as I walked back to my room in a cold sweat and with goosebumps trailing my arms and legs. When I opened the door, I felt my heart jump out of my chest. I saw two little ceramic eyes that belonged to a little ceramic cat. I could swear that the eyes were freaking moving across the side of the room. I somehow summoned the courage to flip the light, and my breath escaped my lungs. The ceramic cat was in the room, staring at me, as if it had moved there to just greet me when I walked into my room. I sat in bed, and with the lights on, pulled the covers over me and slept. I woke to my dad shaking me, asking me what was going on. I explained to him that someone moved the cat into my room because I saw it there when I came back from the bathroom. He explained to me that the cat was still there in Angela’s room when they left for the show. My dad was as freaked out as I was, and told me that it was no big deal, someone moved it.
The next morning was the same ordeal, except my parents were home. They were genuinely scared by now, and Angela was scared beyond belief. Two nights after the first incident, we all woke up to the horror of her screaming her lungs out. I ran to her room, and saw that she was wide awake but still screaming. When she saw me, she started to sob and suddenly wrapped her little arms around my neck and buried her face in my shoulder, whispering incoherent words. I told her to calm down and my parents burst into the room, my dad yelling “What the hell is going on?”
“I think that she had a nightmare, dad.”
“Noooo! It wasn’t a nightmare!” She screamed at me. She was calming down a little, but still sobbing a bit. “I remember waking up and having to use the bathroom, but I saw the little kitty start to move. It moved across the room then sat on my chair, and just stared at me. I ran back to bed and started screaming, then you came in!”
I glanced at the chair, and the ceramic cat was sitting there. It was impossible, my parents were in a deep sleep and couldn’t have moved it, and the cat was so heavy that there was no way that she moved it. My parents told me to go back to bed and that they would deal with Angela. I slowly walked across the corridor, hearing a small thud walking behind me. I thought nothing of it, still tired, and I walked into my room and laid down. Through my half-sleep I heard my door open slightly and thought that my parents were coming in to see if I was asleep. I was expecting my mom to tell my dad I was asleep, but instead heard a faint “Meow”.
The blood drained from my face, my heart lumped into my throat, and I heard a screaming. My parents suddenly burst into the room with little Angela trailing behind, and I realized that I was the one screaming. My dad tripped over something, and started cursing. “What the he-…” his voice trailed off as he realized that he tripped over a small ceramic kitty.
That night, I helped my dad put the ceramic cat in the back of the van. We, as a family, rode in the van towards the Tippecanoe river. My dad and I stepped out at the Tippecanoe bridge, and we both grabbed sledgehammers that we brought from the house. My dad warned me to be careful and we smashed the ceramic figure into oblivion. I used a small broom and a small dustpan to sweep the pieces up and I threw them into the river.
As I write this, I am twenty-three years old with a fear of ceramic cats. My wife doesn’t believe me when I tell her about the story, but she does believe my unmistakable fear. My sister wouldn’t talk for the longest time, not until she was twelve. She had gotten over her fascination with cats the night we destroyed the ceramic hellcat. Now, she is in college, studying to become a therapist that would console children about their fears. My newly-born daughter, bless her heart, has a fascination with puppies, and a week ago I bought her a ceramic puppy. I am happy to report that she still loves the thing, and the thing has not tried to move in the night. Looking back, I can’t help but wonder if the shopkeep was telling the truth when he told me that the only turnoff to the ceramic cat was the weight of it.
I doubt it.
Genre: Scary
Angela walked past the steam engines and straight to the flee markets. She was eight years old with a bounce in her step and was not interested in the real beauty in life, like the purr of a sports car as you turn the ignition, or the whistle of an old-steam engine tractor as you fire it up. Mom and dad tasked me with the job of playing babysitter on this family trip to the Tippecanoe steam engine show. I was fourteen, and naturally I had resented the idea at the very start. Why should I, a fun loving kid have to follow around a little girl that had a strange fascination for small, feline animals? No matter, once she’s done looking it’ll be my turn to look at the rows of old-engines that greeted me at every turn and corner of the place.
She breezed through the small-time markets, wasting no time, examining every store she came to, never staying at a single place for too long. I wasn’t complaining, because the quicker the better. Eventually she stopped at a store that specialized in paranormal bullcrap that any gullible little girl would get scared out of her wits over. “Angela, you know that this stuff just scares you” I warned as she took a look over a small crystal ball. “I know, bro, but that’s why it’s all so cool” she replied with unmistakable enthusiasm. She took her time at this store, examining everything purchasable with the eye of a master-merchant. She let out a little squeal as she saw a small ceramic cat. The cat was small, and was black with white stripes…or white with black stripes. She didn’t care, and she let out another small squeal as she saw the price tag that stated the cat was only $20.
“Why is it so cheap,” I questioned the shop keep, “surely something of this value must be worth more?”
“Are you complaining?” he replied
“No…”
“Well, it’s cheap because some people are turned off due to the weight of it. Small as a cat can be, heavy as a bulldog.”
I looked at the cat, then tried to pick it up. I cursed as I realized that it was too heavy and would need my father to help carry this thing back to the van. I told Angela to call him using my cellphone while I paid the shopkeep. Around ten minutes after the purchase, my dad and I were lugging the thing to the van. Jesus Christ, this is extremely heavy, I remember thinking at the time. We stayed at the show for another three or so hours, and my content little sister didn’t buy anything else or talk the whole time.
The ride home was not so quiet, however. She was bouncing off the walls in excitement, quizzing my dad about every detail of the ‘little kitty’ as she put it. My dad answered all her questions, never seeming annoyed, which was surprising to me because I was fed up with her after the first five minutes. When we got home, the little ceramic cat needed carrying inside. My dad and I lugged the cat upstairs and into Angela‘s room, my sister right on our tails. She was squealing when we finally set it down in the spot that she designated, and when we left she was still admiring the cat. My dad and I went downstairs and started to examine everything that everyone else had bought, then I helped my mother start on dinner. At dinner my dad explained that the next morning, before dawn, he was going to leave with my mother to go to the show again. It was going to be Saturday morning and the show started at around five. My sister decided to go with him, meaning that I would be alone early in the morning.
I went to bed especially early, exhausted from the day’s events. The sleep was immediate and dreamless, and I woke to the feeling of my bladder readying to betray me. I stumbled at out of bed through the night and looked out the window at the driveway. The family had already gone, and I was alone in the house. Once I finished up in the bathroom, I walked back to my bedroom and was stricken with an extreme and sudden fear. “What the hell?” I said to myself as I walked back to my room in a cold sweat and with goosebumps trailing my arms and legs. When I opened the door, I felt my heart jump out of my chest. I saw two little ceramic eyes that belonged to a little ceramic cat. I could swear that the eyes were freaking moving across the side of the room. I somehow summoned the courage to flip the light, and my breath escaped my lungs. The ceramic cat was in the room, staring at me, as if it had moved there to just greet me when I walked into my room. I sat in bed, and with the lights on, pulled the covers over me and slept. I woke to my dad shaking me, asking me what was going on. I explained to him that someone moved the cat into my room because I saw it there when I came back from the bathroom. He explained to me that the cat was still there in Angela’s room when they left for the show. My dad was as freaked out as I was, and told me that it was no big deal, someone moved it.
The next morning was the same ordeal, except my parents were home. They were genuinely scared by now, and Angela was scared beyond belief. Two nights after the first incident, we all woke up to the horror of her screaming her lungs out. I ran to her room, and saw that she was wide awake but still screaming. When she saw me, she started to sob and suddenly wrapped her little arms around my neck and buried her face in my shoulder, whispering incoherent words. I told her to calm down and my parents burst into the room, my dad yelling “What the hell is going on?”
“I think that she had a nightmare, dad.”
“Noooo! It wasn’t a nightmare!” She screamed at me. She was calming down a little, but still sobbing a bit. “I remember waking up and having to use the bathroom, but I saw the little kitty start to move. It moved across the room then sat on my chair, and just stared at me. I ran back to bed and started screaming, then you came in!”
I glanced at the chair, and the ceramic cat was sitting there. It was impossible, my parents were in a deep sleep and couldn’t have moved it, and the cat was so heavy that there was no way that she moved it. My parents told me to go back to bed and that they would deal with Angela. I slowly walked across the corridor, hearing a small thud walking behind me. I thought nothing of it, still tired, and I walked into my room and laid down. Through my half-sleep I heard my door open slightly and thought that my parents were coming in to see if I was asleep. I was expecting my mom to tell my dad I was asleep, but instead heard a faint “Meow”.
The blood drained from my face, my heart lumped into my throat, and I heard a screaming. My parents suddenly burst into the room with little Angela trailing behind, and I realized that I was the one screaming. My dad tripped over something, and started cursing. “What the he-…” his voice trailed off as he realized that he tripped over a small ceramic kitty.
That night, I helped my dad put the ceramic cat in the back of the van. We, as a family, rode in the van towards the Tippecanoe river. My dad and I stepped out at the Tippecanoe bridge, and we both grabbed sledgehammers that we brought from the house. My dad warned me to be careful and we smashed the ceramic figure into oblivion. I used a small broom and a small dustpan to sweep the pieces up and I threw them into the river.
As I write this, I am twenty-three years old with a fear of ceramic cats. My wife doesn’t believe me when I tell her about the story, but she does believe my unmistakable fear. My sister wouldn’t talk for the longest time, not until she was twelve. She had gotten over her fascination with cats the night we destroyed the ceramic hellcat. Now, she is in college, studying to become a therapist that would console children about their fears. My newly-born daughter, bless her heart, has a fascination with puppies, and a week ago I bought her a ceramic puppy. I am happy to report that she still loves the thing, and the thing has not tried to move in the night. Looking back, I can’t help but wonder if the shopkeep was telling the truth when he told me that the only turnoff to the ceramic cat was the weight of it.
I doubt it.
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Random lnsanity / Meet the Yangs
« on: February 24, 2008, 04:10:25 pm »
Damen: *walks on screen* Hi, my name is Damen, and I'm required by law to tell you that I have been convicted as a sexual predator. But, don't worry, she was dead at the time but thanks to the miracle of science, she is now only a half-traumitized teenager!
Flask: *walks beside him* Hi, my name is Flask, and I was forced to do this against my will.
Damen: This is the story of me and my best pal Flask-
Flask: *chuckle*
Damen: ...best pal Flask and our crazy shenanigans. This story is all about me and him, about nothing else. Nope. Nothing at all...
*camera pans to Azural, standing with goofy glasses and a tophat on*
Azural: Hi, my name is Azural, and my father never loved me.
*studio audience laugh*
Azural: Oh, I'm just joshing you, but my father doesn't matter until the sequel. For now, this is me:
*picture of a little kid hugging a pet walrus*
Azural: That's Wally the crazy Walrus. Now, about two months ago I asked my girlfriend to marry me. This, is Lanna:
*picture of Lanna getting dressed*
Azural: ...this was before we were dating, mind you. This is a picture of the guy I took this tophat from:
*Damen is seen running after Azural*
Azural: And this, my friends, is a picture of the goofy glasses emporium
*Crackhead is seen in an alley, holding a kidney in his left hand and using his right to give Azural the goofy glasses*
Azural: They smelled like waste for a few days, but they only cost me five dollars this way. And here is where I bought my nice T-shi-
*camera pans to Lanna, sitting in casual clothes and looking at Azural*
Lanna: That's my fiancee, whom I love despite his...shortcomings. Hi, my name is Lanna, and I'm an alcoholic.
*studio audience gasp*
Lanna: Oh, I'm just joshing you, that's just my mother...my brother...my other brother...my other brother...my sister...and occassionally fiancee.
*pained laugh*
Lanna: Anyway, these are my parents. First, my father:
*man is seen reading, ignoring the cries of a small baby*
Lanna: That baby was me, by the way. Here's my mother:
*woman is seen in front of a wine cellar, carrying a baby*
Lanna: ...me again. I...kinda had a troubled childhood.
*picture of a bear chasing after a half-clothed little girl is seen*
Lanna: I was swimming, and how the hell was I supposed to know that bears could swim? Anywa-
*Azural walks on screen*
Azural: This is the story about how I met my best gal's parents.
Lanna: And how they met him.
*camera pans to Damen yelling at director*'
Damen: What do you mean, not interesting?!
Director: The audience requested a romantic comedy...
Damen: There's plenty of romance!
Director: With all do respect, sir, the first five chapters are all about the girls you'd like to fuck...
Damen: Quality lust and love!
Director: ...the next 8 chapters just say "Nigger" over and over...
Damen: Repetition! It's an art!
Director: And the last 50 chapters talk about the colonization of early America...
Damen: A little history is good for the youngin's!
Director: And that's not even starting on the sequel, Goldifucks and the three Bubbas.
Damen: ...that sequel crossed the line, didn't it?
Director: To quote..."Goldifucks found that the first <censored> was too small, and the second <censored> was too big, but the third <censored> was just right."
Damen: ...Yeah...
Director: I'm sorry, but this story has been a long time coming.
Damen: You're fired.
Director: You work for me.
Damen: Fine then, I'm fired!
Director: ...Okay then...
Damen: No, I quit!
Director: ...Okay?
Damen: *walks out* I'll make my own skit...with blackjack, and hookers!
*giant banner lands on Damen*
*Azural and Lanna stand in front of banner, embracing each other*
Meet the Yangs
Flask: *walks beside him* Hi, my name is Flask, and I was forced to do this against my will.
Damen: This is the story of me and my best pal Flask-
Flask: *chuckle*
Damen: ...best pal Flask and our crazy shenanigans. This story is all about me and him, about nothing else. Nope. Nothing at all...
*camera pans to Azural, standing with goofy glasses and a tophat on*
Azural: Hi, my name is Azural, and my father never loved me.
*studio audience laugh*
Azural: Oh, I'm just joshing you, but my father doesn't matter until the sequel. For now, this is me:
*picture of a little kid hugging a pet walrus*
Azural: That's Wally the crazy Walrus. Now, about two months ago I asked my girlfriend to marry me. This, is Lanna:
*picture of Lanna getting dressed*
Azural: ...this was before we were dating, mind you. This is a picture of the guy I took this tophat from:
*Damen is seen running after Azural*
Azural: And this, my friends, is a picture of the goofy glasses emporium
*Crackhead is seen in an alley, holding a kidney in his left hand and using his right to give Azural the goofy glasses*
Azural: They smelled like waste for a few days, but they only cost me five dollars this way. And here is where I bought my nice T-shi-
*camera pans to Lanna, sitting in casual clothes and looking at Azural*
Lanna: That's my fiancee, whom I love despite his...shortcomings. Hi, my name is Lanna, and I'm an alcoholic.
*studio audience gasp*
Lanna: Oh, I'm just joshing you, that's just my mother...my brother...my other brother...my other brother...my sister...and occassionally fiancee.
*pained laugh*
Lanna: Anyway, these are my parents. First, my father:
*man is seen reading, ignoring the cries of a small baby*
Lanna: That baby was me, by the way. Here's my mother:
*woman is seen in front of a wine cellar, carrying a baby*
Lanna: ...me again. I...kinda had a troubled childhood.
*picture of a bear chasing after a half-clothed little girl is seen*
Lanna: I was swimming, and how the hell was I supposed to know that bears could swim? Anywa-
*Azural walks on screen*
Azural: This is the story about how I met my best gal's parents.
Lanna: And how they met him.
*camera pans to Damen yelling at director*'
Damen: What do you mean, not interesting?!
Director: The audience requested a romantic comedy...
Damen: There's plenty of romance!
Director: With all do respect, sir, the first five chapters are all about the girls you'd like to fuck...
Damen: Quality lust and love!
Director: ...the next 8 chapters just say "Nigger" over and over...
Damen: Repetition! It's an art!
Director: And the last 50 chapters talk about the colonization of early America...
Damen: A little history is good for the youngin's!
Director: And that's not even starting on the sequel, Goldifucks and the three Bubbas.
Damen: ...that sequel crossed the line, didn't it?
Director: To quote..."Goldifucks found that the first <censored> was too small, and the second <censored> was too big, but the third <censored> was just right."
Damen: ...Yeah...
Director: I'm sorry, but this story has been a long time coming.
Damen: You're fired.
Director: You work for me.
Damen: Fine then, I'm fired!
Director: ...Okay then...
Damen: No, I quit!
Director: ...Okay?
Damen: *walks out* I'll make my own skit...with blackjack, and hookers!
*giant banner lands on Damen*
*Azural and Lanna stand in front of banner, embracing each other*
Meet the Yangs
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Random lnsanity / me and loren cyber
« on: February 23, 2008, 10:33:00 pm »
Andy says:
>_> Random question, but are you truly a virgin?
loren says:
Yes. Why?
loren says:
I've never even had a real bf.
Andy says:
>_> Oh. Well...
Andy says:
wanna be a first?
loren says:
Sure?
Andy says:
*pulls down pants*
loren says:
Gasp.
Andy says:
*pulls your pigtails*
loren says:
Ouch.
Andy says:
*shoves CANDY deep into your throat*
Andy says:
ENF ENF ENF
loren says:
O:
loren says:
@:
Andy says:
OH GAWD
Andy says:
*splurges cream everywhere*
Andy says:
best sundae ever, right?
loren says:
Totally.
>_> Random question, but are you truly a virgin?
loren says:
Yes. Why?
loren says:
I've never even had a real bf.
Andy says:
>_> Oh. Well...
Andy says:
wanna be a first?
loren says:
Sure?
Andy says:
*pulls down pants*
loren says:
Gasp.
Andy says:
*pulls your pigtails*
loren says:
Ouch.
Andy says:
*shoves CANDY deep into your throat*
Andy says:
ENF ENF ENF
loren says:
O:
loren says:
@:
Andy says:
OH GAWD
Andy says:
*splurges cream everywhere*
Andy says:
best sundae ever, right?
loren says:
Totally.
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Random lnsanity / Funniest story ever
« on: February 18, 2008, 11:21:19 pm »
So me, out of boredom, opens up MSN and clicks on Lannas name. We talk for a good while then I think, "talking is for pussies." I promptly click the fancy video call button, and I ask lanna if she has a mic. She types back no. I hear her coughing on the other end...then she says "HOW". I tell her to say something...
Long story short, Lanna didn't know she had a mic until talking to me.
Long story short, Lanna didn't know she had a mic until talking to me.
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Random lnsanity / Just another fun day with Flasktoss
« on: February 18, 2008, 06:30:50 pm »
*flask is seen walking out of store*
Flask: Another day; another dollar!
Damen: *walks up in hobo disguise*
Flask: I don't have any cha-
Damen: HERE COME ON FLATTOP, HE COME GROOVIN' UP SLOWLY
Flask: ...
Damen: HE GOT, JOO JOO EYEBALLS HE ONE HOLY ROLLER
Flask: .......
Damen: HE GOT HAIR DOWN TO HIS KNEES
Flask: No...no I don't...
Damen: GOT TO BE A JOKER HE JUST DO WHAT HE PLEASE
*flask runs into a taxi*
*Shyox is seen driving*
Flask: Hi...can you take me to-
Shyox: HE WEAR NO SHOE-SHINE HE GOT TOE-JAM FOOTBALL
Flask: Oh god no
Shyox: HE GOT MONKEY FINGER HE SHOOT COCA-COLA
Flask: Are you trying to make sense anymore?
Shyox: HE SAY "I KNOW YOU, YOU KNOW ME"
Flask: No...
Shyox: ONE THING I CAN TELL YOU IS YOU GOT TO BE FREE
Flask: Are...what?
Shyox: COME TOGETHER, RIGHT NOW, OVER ME
*taxi suddenly stops and Flask walks out*
Flask: Okay...okay...calm down...just a coincidence...
*drunken C-zom walks down the street*
Czom: HE BAG PRODUCTION HE GOT WALRUS GUMBOOT
Flask: What the fu-
Czom: HE GOT ONO SIDEBOARD HE ONE SPINAL CRACKER
Flask: Ono? As in Yo-
Czom: HE GOT FEET DOWN BELOW HIS KNEE
Flask: As opposed to...where?
Czom: HOLD YOU IN HIS ARMCHAIR YOU CAN FEEL HIS DISEASE
Flask: ...disease?
Czom: COME TOGETHER, RIGHT NOW, OVER ME
*flask runs home*
Flask: *locks door* Jesus christ...
*banging on door*
Damen: HE GOT ROLLER-COASTER HE GOT EARLY WARNING
Flask: Oh shit he followed me
Shyox: HE GOT MUDDY WATER HE ONE MOJO FILTER
Flask: Him too?! Wait...doesn't that mea-
Czom: HE SAY ONE AND ONE AND ONE IS THREE
Flask: ...?
Azural: GOT TO BE GOOD LOOKIN CAUSE HES SO HARD TO SEE
Flask: Where the hell did he come fro-
All: COME TOGETHER, RIGHT NOW
Damen: OVER ME
*flask is seen in looney bin*
Flask: Come together...come together...come together...come together...
Flask: Another day; another dollar!
Damen: *walks up in hobo disguise*
Flask: I don't have any cha-
Damen: HERE COME ON FLATTOP, HE COME GROOVIN' UP SLOWLY
Flask: ...
Damen: HE GOT, JOO JOO EYEBALLS HE ONE HOLY ROLLER
Flask: .......
Damen: HE GOT HAIR DOWN TO HIS KNEES
Flask: No...no I don't...
Damen: GOT TO BE A JOKER HE JUST DO WHAT HE PLEASE
*flask runs into a taxi*
*Shyox is seen driving*
Flask: Hi...can you take me to-
Shyox: HE WEAR NO SHOE-SHINE HE GOT TOE-JAM FOOTBALL
Flask: Oh god no
Shyox: HE GOT MONKEY FINGER HE SHOOT COCA-COLA
Flask: Are you trying to make sense anymore?
Shyox: HE SAY "I KNOW YOU, YOU KNOW ME"
Flask: No...
Shyox: ONE THING I CAN TELL YOU IS YOU GOT TO BE FREE
Flask: Are...what?
Shyox: COME TOGETHER, RIGHT NOW, OVER ME
*taxi suddenly stops and Flask walks out*
Flask: Okay...okay...calm down...just a coincidence...
*drunken C-zom walks down the street*
Czom: HE BAG PRODUCTION HE GOT WALRUS GUMBOOT
Flask: What the fu-
Czom: HE GOT ONO SIDEBOARD HE ONE SPINAL CRACKER
Flask: Ono? As in Yo-
Czom: HE GOT FEET DOWN BELOW HIS KNEE
Flask: As opposed to...where?
Czom: HOLD YOU IN HIS ARMCHAIR YOU CAN FEEL HIS DISEASE
Flask: ...disease?
Czom: COME TOGETHER, RIGHT NOW, OVER ME
*flask runs home*
Flask: *locks door* Jesus christ...
*banging on door*
Damen: HE GOT ROLLER-COASTER HE GOT EARLY WARNING
Flask: Oh shit he followed me
Shyox: HE GOT MUDDY WATER HE ONE MOJO FILTER
Flask: Him too?! Wait...doesn't that mea-
Czom: HE SAY ONE AND ONE AND ONE IS THREE
Flask: ...?
Azural: GOT TO BE GOOD LOOKIN CAUSE HES SO HARD TO SEE
Flask: Where the hell did he come fro-
All: COME TOGETHER, RIGHT NOW
Damen: OVER ME
*flask is seen in looney bin*
Flask: Come together...come together...come together...come together...
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Random lnsanity / PREVIEW TIME
« on: February 18, 2008, 03:15:08 pm »
Meet the Yangs
This summer...actually Spring...or late winter...
Lanna: *on phone* Oh my god, he asked her dad before getting engaged? That is soooo sweeet
Azural: *overhears* Maybe...Lanna, I think it's time we go see your parents
Lanna: Wh-why?
Azural: I want to ask them for their permission to marry you.
Lanna: But...we're already engaged
Azural: I'm not following...
Nudity
Mr. Yang: So, Azural, what do you plan to do with your life...
Azural: Well, my father once told me that the ony thing that really matters in life is love, happiness, and porn.
Mr. Yang: Ah ye-...what was that last one again?
Azural: Porn.
Mr. Yang: ...
Azural: ...He was drunk a lot...
Character Development
Flask: Oh, Loren, you're so nice.
Loren: Hi, I'm the other chick in this movie. This is my one line. *gets hit by a truck*
Flask: ...
Mystery
Azural: Who the heck stole my luggage?!
Damen: Now now, my friend. That doesn't matter. What really matters is who framed rog-
Azural: I swear to God, don't you dare make another mediocre movie reference.
Damen: *mumbling* Roger rabbit is not mediocre...
This summer...actually Spring...or late winter...
Lanna: *on phone* Oh my god, he asked her dad before getting engaged? That is soooo sweeet
Azural: *overhears* Maybe...Lanna, I think it's time we go see your parents
Lanna: Wh-why?
Azural: I want to ask them for their permission to marry you.
Lanna: But...we're already engaged
Azural: I'm not following...
Nudity
Mr. Yang: So, Azural, what do you plan to do with your life...
Azural: Well, my father once told me that the ony thing that really matters in life is love, happiness, and porn.
Mr. Yang: Ah ye-...what was that last one again?
Azural: Porn.
Mr. Yang: ...
Azural: ...He was drunk a lot...
Character Development
Flask: Oh, Loren, you're so nice.
Loren: Hi, I'm the other chick in this movie. This is my one line. *gets hit by a truck*
Flask: ...
Mystery
Azural: Who the heck stole my luggage?!
Damen: Now now, my friend. That doesn't matter. What really matters is who framed rog-
Azural: I swear to God, don't you dare make another mediocre movie reference.
Damen: *mumbling* Roger rabbit is not mediocre...
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Random lnsanity / Damen's Hotel.
« on: February 13, 2008, 12:12:54 am »
ITT We talk about stuffs.
So, yeah. Some of you might remember that back in September I was hopelessly depressed over several things, primarily over a girl. Well, I'm not hopeless depressed, but I still like that same girl. I had like no self-confidence up until just recently, and I own it all to a friend of mine. She, too, was hopelessly depressed to a point where she had inflicted harm upon herself and had called me at one point saying that she was thinking of suicide. Over the months after that she began to get reacquainted with herself in a way, and she found a really great guy. She taught me to look at the bright side of things and that when life has you down that there's always a better tomorrow. I recommend for all of you people who are down in the dumps to find a really good friend who will listen to you and help you go through the worst and the best. No one has to take the shit that gets thrown at everyone alone, because there is always someone who will be more than happy to help. A boyfriend, girlfriend, bestfriend, whatever.
I don't have pics of my bestfriend (who is like my sister, and I'll refer to her as a sister form here-to-for), BUT I do have pics of the girl I like.
pic of her
Easy to find stuff on facebook, actually.
Well, enough of that for now.
I've recently watched some new and not so new movies. Here's a quick rundown.
Across the Universe
Summary: A man, Jude, goes to America and falls in love with a girl named Lucy.
Review: For a musical, this is great. For a musical based off a particular band, this is phenomenal. The covers are overall the best Beatles covers that I've ever heard, and that's saying something being a bit of a Beatles fanatic. Some quick complaints are that some of the songs are cut down short (Girl is interrupted after the first minute with Helter Skelter). The ending, of which I will not spoil, can leave much to desire. It's one of those endings that make you go 'Wait, THIS is the ending?'. Overall, a great movie. 9/10.
To Hell and Back: The Audie Murphy Story
Summary: A man is sent to the third division in World War 2 and becomes the most decorated war hero of WW2.
Review: Great war movie, even better than the alltime classic The Longest Day. My favorite war movie ever, and a must see. 10/10
moar later maybe
Bookswise, I've been reading a lot of the Ender series. Having finally finished the original story revolving around Ender and his family, I'm now reading the Shadow series revolving around Bean. A great set of books.
o:
So, yeah. Some of you might remember that back in September I was hopelessly depressed over several things, primarily over a girl. Well, I'm not hopeless depressed, but I still like that same girl. I had like no self-confidence up until just recently, and I own it all to a friend of mine. She, too, was hopelessly depressed to a point where she had inflicted harm upon herself and had called me at one point saying that she was thinking of suicide. Over the months after that she began to get reacquainted with herself in a way, and she found a really great guy. She taught me to look at the bright side of things and that when life has you down that there's always a better tomorrow. I recommend for all of you people who are down in the dumps to find a really good friend who will listen to you and help you go through the worst and the best. No one has to take the shit that gets thrown at everyone alone, because there is always someone who will be more than happy to help. A boyfriend, girlfriend, bestfriend, whatever.
I don't have pics of my bestfriend (who is like my sister, and I'll refer to her as a sister form here-to-for), BUT I do have pics of the girl I like.
pic of her
Easy to find stuff on facebook, actually.
Well, enough of that for now.
I've recently watched some new and not so new movies. Here's a quick rundown.
Across the Universe
Summary: A man, Jude, goes to America and falls in love with a girl named Lucy.
Review: For a musical, this is great. For a musical based off a particular band, this is phenomenal. The covers are overall the best Beatles covers that I've ever heard, and that's saying something being a bit of a Beatles fanatic. Some quick complaints are that some of the songs are cut down short (Girl is interrupted after the first minute with Helter Skelter). The ending, of which I will not spoil, can leave much to desire. It's one of those endings that make you go 'Wait, THIS is the ending?'. Overall, a great movie. 9/10.
To Hell and Back: The Audie Murphy Story
Summary: A man is sent to the third division in World War 2 and becomes the most decorated war hero of WW2.
Review: Great war movie, even better than the alltime classic The Longest Day. My favorite war movie ever, and a must see. 10/10
moar later maybe
Bookswise, I've been reading a lot of the Ender series. Having finally finished the original story revolving around Ender and his family, I'm now reading the Shadow series revolving around Bean. A great set of books.
o:
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Random lnsanity / itt we laugh at Loren's Cum Dumpster.
« on: February 10, 2008, 05:50:19 pm »
Sekret mod topic
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Random lnsanity / ATTN CZOM
« on: January 06, 2008, 11:25:11 pm »
After you view this topic, it will disappear
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Random lnsanity / Does anyone have Diablo 2: lord of destruction
« on: January 06, 2008, 09:36:45 pm »
Cause I need a key. I'll pay.
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Random lnsanity / DAMEN NEEDS A DONATION DEAL QUICK.
« on: December 25, 2007, 06:53:43 pm »
I'll give 6mil and 20tech to whoever can give my nation 20 bucks.
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