General Discussion Thread II

RageaSarus

I'm sure there's a lot more to come, eh?

Pochipochi

I'll miss you Sarus-kun.

But remember, I'm always game 4 u

4cAqwco49m4

RageaSarus

It's always like this Holypuffy.

Haters be hating on ya nigga and bannin' him and shit.

Thankfully… he isn't a REAL MOD, right?

I thought so.

Pochipochi

ChesCa

@RageaSarus:

lol @ Foolio banning me from the chat because I laughed at him.

Stay free, bitch.

Heh heh heh, wished I'd been there to see it, if only to see Foolio slowly lose even more of his screws.
Bit by bit, IRC is becoming undone.
Faints on the floor

RageaSarus

Foolio is a lonely bastard that needs to buy some prostitutes… fast.

However, in all seriousness, I got sick of his pathetic shit.
Dude does NOT know how to talk to a woman and creeps them the fuck out.

I laughed at his puny attempts of badassery in front of them and myself, especially after asking me numerous times, "U mad?" which resulted in him... banning me... like a mad brotha.

Idiotic virgin.

Hiroy

The IRC had a pinata with sour candy and I missed my chase to whack on it? I hate busy weekends.

Mr M

good old chat

crazy shit

THE SEA

Whenever I think of Singapore, I think of Trapped.

–-
http://img.uphaa.com/uploads/707/04-uphaa-bad-parenting_(29).jpg

Mr M

:p

what a cool name and how nice

THE SEA

@metteminne:

:p

what a cool name and how nice

He sure is luckier than these people:
http://imgur.com/ew021
http://i.imgur.com/PvAej.jpg
http://i.imgur.com/0D58a.jpg
http://i.imgur.com/esGSY.jpg

Chrissie

thanks her parents for the lovely name they gave her again

Mr M

@THE:

He sure is luckier than these people:
http://imgur.com/ew021
http://i.imgur.com/PvAej.jpg
http://i.imgur.com/0D58a.jpg
http://i.imgur.com/esGSY.jpg

or this guy

http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/epic-fail-name-fail.jpg

Saturn Beaver

Looking at those name, I wonder if the parents really don't realize the name they're giving their children, or are they really that evil…By the way, I thought I was the only one who experience AP down for the whole day yesterday, but looking here it looks like it's fine for some people...I wonder what's wrong?

Mr M

i think i already said it , but great avatar beaver

and those parents really are stupid i guess

Hiroy

Sometimes bad names kinda sink in and sound natural after a while. Others? I dont know if I have the balls to refer a dude as vagina, unless I pronounce it "Gee-na".

THE SEA

! Ankles of Desire
By Luis Prada
!
! Abdullah wandered in to a small Islamabad café to escape the blistering Arabian sun. He ordered a tea, but only so we wouldn’t get kicked out for loitering. Besides, his sheep’s bladder held more than enough water to keep his thirst quenched for the rest of the day.
! He sat, occasionally wiping the sweat from his brow, and taking deep breaths, as if he were trying to release the heat from his lungs like a steam valve. It was hot. Steamy. Valve-y.
! Off in the periphery of his vision was a black figure. He turned to get a better look. Standing at a market was a vision of burka-clad desire. This vision was a woman, and she stood at a street vendor’s shop covered head to toe in her oppressive garb, leaving only her dark, sultry eyes exposed to the world.
! And what sultry eyes they were.
! In them, even from a distance, Abdullah saw the wild, unrestrained passion of a woman yearning to be held in the grasp of a strong, dominate male authority figure. The sweat beads, which had just started to recced, came flooding back as his mind raced with impure thoughts – thoughts of a passion forbidden by society.
! He looked over her body, watching closely as the burka did nothing to highlight her natural curves; draping them in such a way that it left nothing for the eyes to see…but everything for the mind’s eye to imagine.
! His eyes continued to wander, this time down to her legs, or what was probably legs, because he couldn’t see them with all that burka hanging everywhere.
! Suddenly, his eyes sprung wide open. The sweat beads on his forehead collected and turned in to a torrent of salty anticipation, soaking through his turban. “What’s this?!” Abdullah thought to himself. “An ankle?!”
! And so it was. Peeking out just beyond the lower areas of the burka’s reach was a sandy patch of flesh. The boney contours of the ankle drove Abdullah wild with ecstasy; its shapely ridges and sharp points all seemed to be crying out to him, beckoning him to break free from the repressive shackles of society, and cave in to his most base sexual impulses. He was driven mad — wildly mad — by this display of raw, unbridled sexual ferocity. His mind became a theater of the sexual absurd, as he wondered what else could be hiding beneath that tantalizing black cloth. Was there also a lustful knee hidden within? Perhaps a sensuous calf was longing to expose itself to his eyes?
! His imagination overflowed with thoughts of passion and love, love and passion! In just mere moments he had gone from a man burning in the scorching rays of the sun, to a man burning in the scorching rays of desire.
! His mind could not handle the teasing any longer. He needed to do something. He needed to show this faceless, nameless woman just what her maddening flesh parade had done to his mind; to his very soul!
! So he had her arrested and stoned to death in the town square.
! Fin.

Flux

I thought you all died in an Armageddon-esque plot, and Rupert was responsible.

I'm glad none of you are dead.

Badass SnoCone

@THE:

! Ankles of Desire
By Luis Prada
! [qimg]http://i.imgur.com/p9PiP.jpg[/qimg]
! Abdullah wandered in to a small Islamabad café to escape the blistering Arabian sun. He ordered a tea, but only so we wouldn’t get kicked out for loitering. Besides, his sheep’s bladder held more than enough water to keep his thirst quenched for the rest of the day.
! He sat, occasionally wiping the sweat from his brow, and taking deep breaths, as if he were trying to release the heat from his lungs like a steam valve. It was hot. Steamy. Valve-y.
! Off in the periphery of his vision was a black figure. He turned to get a better look. Standing at a market was a vision of burka-clad desire. This vision was a woman, and she stood at a street vendor’s shop covered head to toe in her oppressive garb, leaving only her dark, sultry eyes exposed to the world.
! And what sultry eyes they were.
! In them, even from a distance, Abdullah saw the wild, unrestrained passion of a woman yearning to be held in the grasp of a strong, dominate male authority figure. The sweat beads, which had just started to recced, came flooding back as his mind raced with impure thoughts – thoughts of a passion forbidden by society.
! He looked over her body, watching closely as the burka did nothing to highlight her natural curves; draping them in such a way that it left nothing for the eyes to see…but everything for the mind’s eye to imagine.
! His eyes continued to wander, this time down to her legs, or what was probably legs, because he couldn’t see them with all that burka hanging everywhere.
! Suddenly, his eyes sprung wide open. The sweat beads on his forehead collected and turned in to a torrent of salty anticipation, soaking through his turban. “What’s this?!” Abdullah thought to himself. “An ankle?!”
! And so it was. Peeking out just beyond the lower areas of the burka’s reach was a sandy patch of flesh. The boney contours of the ankle drove Abdullah wild with ecstasy; its shapely ridges and sharp points all seemed to be crying out to him, beckoning him to break free from the repressive shackles of society, and cave in to his most base sexual impulses. He was driven mad — wildly mad — by this display of raw, unbridled sexual ferocity. His mind became a theater of the sexual absurd, as he wondered what else could be hiding beneath that tantalizing black cloth. Was there also a lustful knee hidden within? Perhaps a sensuous calf was longing to expose itself to his eyes?
! His imagination overflowed with thoughts of passion and love, love and passion! In just mere moments he had gone from a man burning in the scorching rays of the sun, to a man burning in the scorching rays of desire.
! His mind could not handle the teasing any longer. He needed to do something. He needed to show this faceless, nameless woman just what her maddening flesh parade had done to his mind; to his very soul!
! So he had her arrested and stoned to death in the town square.
! Fin.

What .

C_uggs

Or put names like Jesus or Adolf Hitler on their children,I think parents are so fond of such historical figures who, like a tribute, put their children with their names(I know two guys with these names)

Here in Brazil it´s illegal to place names in children that may make the child go through situations of mockery or embarrassment.

EDIT:O.o…Sea....

Chrissie

@THE:

! Ankles of Desire
By Luis Prada
! [qimg]http://i.imgur.com/p9PiP.jpg[/qimg]
! Abdullah wandered in to a small Islamabad café to escape the blistering Arabian sun. He ordered a tea, but only so we wouldn’t get kicked out for loitering. Besides, his sheep’s bladder held more than enough water to keep his thirst quenched for the rest of the day.
! He sat, occasionally wiping the sweat from his brow, and taking deep breaths, as if he were trying to release the heat from his lungs like a steam valve. It was hot. Steamy. Valve-y.
! Off in the periphery of his vision was a black figure. He turned to get a better look. Standing at a market was a vision of burka-clad desire. This vision was a woman, and she stood at a street vendor’s shop covered head to toe in her oppressive garb, leaving only her dark, sultry eyes exposed to the world.
! And what sultry eyes they were.
! In them, even from a distance, Abdullah saw the wild, unrestrained passion of a woman yearning to be held in the grasp of a strong, dominate male authority figure. The sweat beads, which had just started to recced, came flooding back as his mind raced with impure thoughts – thoughts of a passion forbidden by society.
! He looked over her body, watching closely as the burka did nothing to highlight her natural curves; draping them in such a way that it left nothing for the eyes to see…but everything for the mind’s eye to imagine.
! His eyes continued to wander, this time down to her legs, or what was probably legs, because he couldn’t see them with all that burka hanging everywhere.
! Suddenly, his eyes sprung wide open. The sweat beads on his forehead collected and turned in to a torrent of salty anticipation, soaking through his turban. “What’s this?!” Abdullah thought to himself. “An ankle?!”
! And so it was. Peeking out just beyond the lower areas of the burka’s reach was a sandy patch of flesh. The boney contours of the ankle drove Abdullah wild with ecstasy; its shapely ridges and sharp points all seemed to be crying out to him, beckoning him to break free from the repressive shackles of society, and cave in to his most base sexual impulses. He was driven mad — wildly mad — by this display of raw, unbridled sexual ferocity. His mind became a theater of the sexual absurd, as he wondered what else could be hiding beneath that tantalizing black cloth. Was there also a lustful knee hidden within? Perhaps a sensuous calf was longing to expose itself to his eyes?
! His imagination overflowed with thoughts of passion and love, love and passion! In just mere moments he had gone from a man burning in the scorching rays of the sun, to a man burning in the scorching rays of desire.
! His mind could not handle the teasing any longer. He needed to do something. He needed to show this faceless, nameless woman just what her maddening flesh parade had done to his mind; to his very soul!
! So he had her arrested and stoned to death in the town square.
! Fin.

…
....
.....
o_o

Badass SnoCone

@captain:

Or put names like Jesus or Adolf Hitler on their children,I think parents are so fond of such historical figures who, like a tribute, put their children with their names(I know two guys with these names)

Here in Brazil it´s illegal to place names in children that may make the child go through situations of mockery or embarrassment.

You know a guy named Adolf Hitler? And it's not considered an embarrassment?

C_uggs

1°) Yes
2°) this was his original name,he switched to another because of this law (but i still call him Adolf)

Flux

Were his parents like Neo-Nazis or something? Since they wanted to 'tribute ' him?

EDIT: Good luck with the RapCordian tonight, I'm rooting for ya!

C_uggs

Flux is right.
2° setence
3° setence
EDIT: Thanks Flux,now I´m out,good bye.

Badass SnoCone

"Hey, I'm home!"
"Where were you?"
"I was at the bar with Adolf Hitler. Nothin' special."

THE SEA

C_uggs

"Hey mon ! guess what ?
"What ?"
"I was talking to Jesus this morning"
"So what ?"

THE SEA

@Chrissie:

…
....
.....
o_o

Moral of the story: Thanks the Earth if you are a female and not being forced to wear a burka.

Flux

@THE:

[qimg]http://i.imgur.com/GvJLK.jpg[/qimg]

The real reason Hitler pushed for a war was because Charlie Chaplin totally stole his moustache. I mean what a bitch.

Chrissie

@THE:

Moral of the story: Sometimes cultures are shit.

I would've probably be more than stoned to death.

Badass SnoCone

@Chrissie:

I would've probably be more than stoned to death.

"Is that….a..a....SHOULDER?!?!?!"

Chrissie

"Set her on fire!!"

zachri

[/thrusts way into General Discussion]

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-
blasted wind ferked up the internet… least we got it back...
JOHN.
STOP DOING THE WINDY THING.
or at least do it in Gamzee's general direction... he's about to pull a Tenacious D and slaughter some Testicles...
Poor Equius.
U MAD?

THE SEA

insert random Chrissie's photo
WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY SOUL, MISS ELIADOU?!!!!!!
makes a shooting target for army practice out of her

Flux

1AgySt9TDAg

What the fuck is this?

zachri

@THE:

insert random Chrissie's photo
WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY SOUL, MISS ELIADOU?!!!!!!
makes a shooting target for army practice out of her

[/sniffsniff]
Be that blasphemy I smell?

Me likey.

@Flux:

1AgySt9TDAg

What the fuck is this?

Sparty?

GypsyCarts

@RageaSarus:

Foolio is a lonely bastard that needs to buy some prostitutes… fast.

However, in all seriousness, I got sick of his pathetic shit.
Dude does NOT know how to talk to a woman and creeps them the fuck out.

I laughed at his puny attempts of badassery in front of them and myself, especially after asking me numerous times, "U mad?" which resulted in him... banning me... like a mad brotha.

Idiotic virgin.

…Sarus. You have just gained so much respect from me.

zachri

@RageaSarus:

I laughed at his puny attempts of badassery in front of them and myself, especially after asking me numerous times, "U mad?" which resulted in him… banning me... like a mad brotha.

My avatar wants to bang you.

With a GUN.
A big, wet, heavy gun.

Insider2000

Holy shit, it took me a good whole minute to realize that that really was Ke$ha.

@Holy:

[qimg]http://i.imgur.com/ZrGu5.jpg[/qimg]

Oh God…what was the line Shrek said to Shadow?

"My time here is ogre."

Mr M

wait , thats really ke$ha?…

:/

MDL

@RageaSarus:

Foolio is a lonely bastard that needs to buy some prostitutes… fast.

However, in all seriousness, I got sick of his pathetic shit.
Dude does NOT know how to talk to a woman and creeps them the fuck out.

I laughed at his puny attempts of badassery in front of them and myself, especially after asking me numerous times, "U mad?" which resulted in him... banning me... like a mad brotha.

Idiotic virgin.

i don't even know who foolio is, but now i am glad.

i wish i was there to see this.

Sakonosolo

@THE:

! Ankles of Desire
By Luis Prada
! http://i.imgur.com/p9PiP.jpg
! Abdullah wandered in to a small Islamabad café to escape the blistering Arabian sun. He ordered a tea, but only so we wouldn’t get kicked out for loitering. Besides, his sheep’s bladder held more than enough water to keep his thirst quenched for the rest of the day.
! He sat, occasionally wiping the sweat from his brow, and taking deep breaths, as if he were trying to release the heat from his lungs like a steam valve. It was hot. Steamy. Valve-y.
! Off in the periphery of his vision was a black figure. He turned to get a better look. Standing at a market was a vision of burka-clad desire. This vision was a woman, and she stood at a street vendor’s shop covered head to toe in her oppressive garb, leaving only her dark, sultry eyes exposed to the world.
! And what sultry eyes they were.
! In them, even from a distance, Abdullah saw the wild, unrestrained passion of a woman yearning to be held in the grasp of a strong, dominate male authority figure. The sweat beads, which had just started to recced, came flooding back as his mind raced with impure thoughts – thoughts of a passion forbidden by society.
! He looked over her body, watching closely as the burka did nothing to highlight her natural curves; draping them in such a way that it left nothing for the eyes to see…but everything for the mind’s eye to imagine.
! His eyes continued to wander, this time down to her legs, or what was probably legs, because he couldn’t see them with all that burka hanging everywhere.
! Suddenly, his eyes sprung wide open. The sweat beads on his forehead collected and turned in to a torrent of salty anticipation, soaking through his turban. “What’s this?!” Abdullah thought to himself. “An ankle?!”
! And so it was. Peeking out just beyond the lower areas of the burka’s reach was a sandy patch of flesh. The boney contours of the ankle drove Abdullah wild with ecstasy; its shapely ridges and sharp points all seemed to be crying out to him, beckoning him to break free from the repressive shackles of society, and cave in to his most base sexual impulses. He was driven mad — wildly mad — by this display of raw, unbridled sexual ferocity. His mind became a theater of the sexual absurd, as he wondered what else could be hiding beneath that tantalizing black cloth. Was there also a lustful knee hidden within? Perhaps a sensuous calf was longing to expose itself to his eyes?
! His imagination overflowed with thoughts of passion and love, love and passion! In just mere moments he had gone from a man burning in the scorching rays of the sun, to a man burning in the scorching rays of desire.
! His mind could not handle the teasing any longer. He needed to do something. He needed to show this faceless, nameless woman just what her maddening flesh parade had done to his mind; to his very soul!
! So he had her arrested and stoned to death in the town square.
! Fin.

You have no idea how turned on that story made me. imagines the sexual ankles of some of the members here

ChesCa

@RageaSarus:

Foolio is a lonely bastard that needs to buy some prostitutes… fast.

However, in all seriousness, I got sick of his pathetic shit.
Dude does NOT know how to talk to a woman and creeps them the fuck out.

I laughed at his puny attempts of badassery in front of them and myself, especially after asking me numerous times, "U mad?" which resulted in him... banning me... like a mad brotha.

Idiotic virgin.

This. This is the fate I must escape.
Not to mention that I wonder if he's a little….'uptight.' Dude needs to unwind and get out more.
@THE:

Whenever I think of Singapore, I think of Trapped.

http://img.uphaa.com/uploads/707/03-batman-bin-suparman.jpg

–-
http://img.uphaa.com/uploads/707/04-uphaa-bad-parenting_(29).jpg

Na na na na na na Na na na na na STU-PIIIIID!
@THE:

! Ankles of Desire
By Luis Prada
! http://i.imgur.com/p9PiP.jpg
! Abdullah wandered in to a small Islamabad café to escape the blistering Arabian sun. He ordered a tea, but only so we wouldn’t get kicked out for loitering. Besides, his sheep’s bladder held more than enough water to keep his thirst quenched for the rest of the day.
! He sat, occasionally wiping the sweat from his brow, and taking deep breaths, as if he were trying to release the heat from his lungs like a steam valve. It was hot. Steamy. Valve-y.
! Off in the periphery of his vision was a black figure. He turned to get a better look. Standing at a market was a vision of burka-clad desire. This vision was a woman, and she stood at a street vendor’s shop covered head to toe in her oppressive garb, leaving only her dark, sultry eyes exposed to the world.
! And what sultry eyes they were.
! In them, even from a distance, Abdullah saw the wild, unrestrained passion of a woman yearning to be held in the grasp of a strong, dominate male authority figure. The sweat beads, which had just started to recced, came flooding back as his mind raced with impure thoughts – thoughts of a passion forbidden by society.
! He looked over her body, watching closely as the burka did nothing to highlight her natural curves; draping them in such a way that it left nothing for the eyes to see…but everything for the mind’s eye to imagine.
! His eyes continued to wander, this time down to her legs, or what was probably legs, because he couldn’t see them with all that burka hanging everywhere.
! Suddenly, his eyes sprung wide open. The sweat beads on his forehead collected and turned in to a torrent of salty anticipation, soaking through his turban. “What’s this?!” Abdullah thought to himself. “An ankle?!”
! And so it was. Peeking out just beyond the lower areas of the burka’s reach was a sandy patch of flesh. The boney contours of the ankle drove Abdullah wild with ecstasy; its shapely ridges and sharp points all seemed to be crying out to him, beckoning him to break free from the repressive shackles of society, and cave in to his most base sexual impulses. He was driven mad — wildly mad — by this display of raw, unbridled sexual ferocity. His mind became a theater of the sexual absurd, as he wondered what else could be hiding beneath that tantalizing black cloth. Was there also a lustful knee hidden within? Perhaps a sensuous calf was longing to expose itself to his eyes?
! His imagination overflowed with thoughts of passion and love, love and passion! In just mere moments he had gone from a man burning in the scorching rays of the sun, to a man burning in the scorching rays of desire.
! His mind could not handle the teasing any longer. He needed to do something. He needed to show this faceless, nameless woman just what her maddening flesh parade had done to his mind; to his very soul!
! So he had her arrested and stoned to death in the town square.
! Fin.

I'll take any girls they don't need. I could use the practice, and they could go back glowing entities of ~~backed-up testosterone~~ heavenly light that puts all ~~sane people off~~ others in awe.

Sorry, I'm a little ~~drunk~~ hungover.

RageaSarus

@GypsyCarts:

…Sarus. You have just gained so much respect from me.

Let me guess, your tits must had blocked his porn, eh?

Boobies are always in his face!

Burn in your lies, queerbait.

@Cuddles:

This. This is the fate I must escape.
Not to mention that I wonder if he's a little….'uptight.' Dude needs to unwind and get out more.

The pathetic fool needs to get his shitty dick wet. Period.

GypsyCarts

@RageaSarus:

Let me guess, your tits must had blocked his porn, eh?

Mostly that I'm a decent looking girl who thought it was a good idea to let him talk to me. Lead to him "flirting" via the internet with me. Which resulted in him getting butthurt when I quit talking to him.

And by "flirting", I mean awkward shit.

MDL

wow, sounds bad.

i'm kinda curious as to how "awkward" his 'flirting' was, but i feel like i'd regret knowing.

RageaSarus

I swear he must had never stood two feet near an attractive woman in his entire life.

I may be banned now, but he better watch how the fuck he's talking to my lady friends when they're in there.

Real nigga shit.

Mr M

did he really flirt that much? guess i missed that

well he did flirt somewhat with heart i guess

Flux

Why's Foolio in charge of that place anyhow?