Reply With QuoteYou fucked it up! You fucked it up! Her life was in our hands, man.
Ignore I fucked it up
You fucked it up! You fucked it up! Her life was in our hands, man.
and you THREW IT AWAY.
I hope you're happy.
God I want to but I just can't stop hating you.
This is why we can't have nice things.
ASSHOLE
Somewhere, a baby racoon is sobbing.
Where's the gently touching Entity when you need him?
Now... the healing can begin.
Freemasons run the country!
I, Moron?
Is that like I, Robot? And if so, the Isaac Asimov version or the Will Smith/Alex Proyas version?
Isaac Asimov of course.
hay guys is this where we talk about mass effect
Saw a Help Schools vanity license plate yesterday for a fan of the esteemed Louisiana State University.
The peronalized plate read: ME4LSU. Lotsa fancy book learnin' in Louisiana.
Last edited by Tyjenks; 11-08-2007 at 12:38 PM.
Maybe the owner is offering an exchange.Originally Posted by Tyjenks
Holy fuck, I want one.
Since when do we ignore morons here? (Or morans, for that matter.)
Thank you, that is one of my favorite pictures.
BTW, it's sad reality, which I've discovered recently by commenting on blogs about this local issue I've been obsessing about (see my thread in R&P), that a lot of people don't know how to spell or write properly. This place is a relative paradise in this respect.
I'm sorry I had to do that Tyjenks, but it is the QT3 meme of the day so it was required.
Yeah between 2 useless threads that each have more posts than the meaningful one and all the Raccoon foolishness and references, I will accept the well-deserved title of attention whore. Mostly because work, for once, was pretty dead today.
Tyler has kind of a nice ass. Post some more pictures, Ty.
I'm sorry I had to do that Tyjenks, but it is the QT3 meme of the day so it was required.
Disturbingly though, I've been seeing a lot of otherwise intelligent posters here making the it's/its mistake lately.
No wonder the post counts are so high.
It's a demon I've been fighting all my life.
Damn it, no matter how irrelevant the title is nor how many people post I still can't help but check these threads out.
C.
It's a disease. The cure is delicious Hostess Fruit Pies.
From Patton Oswalt. For some unfathomable reason, this comic script never made it to an actual comic:
PAGE ONE
PANEL ONE
A MASKED MANIAC, The HOOKER HACKER, screaming in rage.
The Hooker Hacker: I've sliced and diced twenty hookers and I'll blast my way through you to kill twenty more! All women are pipe-rats who should die!
The Hooker Hacker wears a cheesy costume – sweat pants and a T-shirt with “"HH"”on it. He also holds a smoking shotgun. A bound PROSTITUTE hangs by her rope-tied hands from a bare bulb in the ceiling. He's barricaded in a cheap, Skid Row, hourly-rate hotel room.
PANEL TWO
THE PUNISHER, shot, stabbed, burned and bleeding, stands in the hall outside. He's looking through his dwindling arsenal …
The Punisher: I've finally managed to corner The Hooker Hacker, and all I've got left is a garrote! And it's all sticky with pimp-blood!
PANEL THREE
The Punisher frowns at his garrote,
which he holds in a bloody palm.
The Punisher: He's fortified his cheap sex and torture den with lead-lined walls and a duralloy-hinged door that took every shotgun shell I had. Why didn't I turn his brains into wet, grey mist down on the street when I had the chance?
PANEL FOUR
On the night street, The Hooker Hacker is tossing aside a mutilated corpse. In one hand he holds her blood-drenched heart. The Punisher is running up, with a shotgun.
The Hooker Hacker: Her eyelids will make tasty soup! I love Satan!
The Punisher: I'm going to blow your belly out your back.
PANEL FIVE
The Hooker Hacker throws her heart at The Punisher. It jams in his shotgun barrel.
The Hooker Hacker: Have a heart, Punisher! Get it? ‘'Cause I'm throwing her freshly torn-out heart at you!
The Punisher: Her bloody entrails have jammed the barrel of my street-sweeper!
PANEL SIX
The Hooker Hacker bolts back into the hotel.
The Punisher: I'm going to go out of my way to wound you so I can kill you slowly over the course of a couple of days! And I'm going to urinate on you after you're dead!
PAGE TWO
3 panels. Two across, then a third, big one (the splash, advertising page)
PANEL ONE
The Punisher takes out two Pink Pants™ Fruit Pies from his shoulder bag.
The Punisher: Losing blood from where that transvestite crack addict stabbed me this afternoon. Only one chance
PANEL TWO
The Punisher tosses the two fruit pies under the door.
The Punisher: Even women-hating thrill killers can't resist the fluffy crust, sugary glaze and tangy filling of a Pink Pants ™ Fruit Pie.
PANEL THREE
The Hooker Hacker is digging into the fruit pies. In the background, The Punisher bursts through the door, garrote ready. The Trussed-Up Hooker smiles happily.
The Hooker Hacker: Skinning that tramp will have to wait. At least until I mutilate these delicious Pink Pants™ Fruit Pies…with my mouth!
The Punisher: I'm going to cauterize your rectum, sealing it shut, so when you turn those delicious Pink Pants ™ Fruit Pies into waste products the bilirubin in your feces will leach into your bloodstream and you'll die screaming! And I'll watch while having sex with this grateful prostitute!
Trussed-Up Hooker: Blueberry are my favorite!
TITLE: What If…Villains Could Really Be Swayed By Delicious Fruit Pies?
Jesus Christ. Where's that mind-bleach? Quickly, I need it quickly!
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