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6361
« on: December 27, 2014, 06:48:37 PM »
She's lived long enough.
She approached me and said "I've stopped taking my medication so I get to heaven faster."
Heaven isntä real most likely so convince her so that hse doesnt die so quicjlyl pls
What the fuck language are you speaking?
Suomi.
6362
« on: December 27, 2014, 06:47:01 PM »
6363
« on: December 27, 2014, 06:25:38 PM »
Ever had that feel that you don't know what to call? That's the feel I'm feeling right now. 
6364
« on: December 27, 2014, 06:15:42 PM »
That is truly horrifying.
6365
« on: December 27, 2014, 05:33:39 PM »
They're the poor man's rich man's chocolates.
6366
« on: December 27, 2014, 01:24:03 PM »
Fuck, I can only think of Welsh.
6367
« on: December 27, 2014, 01:21:46 PM »
We only need two people.
We don't have two people. We have weebs, and furrfags.
Well what am I?
Skeleton.
6368
« on: December 27, 2014, 01:08:25 PM »
Isn't their coffee supposed to be good or something?
6369
« on: December 27, 2014, 12:48:33 PM »
 Are you sure that's fair?
6370
« on: December 27, 2014, 12:20:16 PM »
Evening on Karl Johan
Munch is the master of anxiety. Even his most placid, transcendent or melancholic pieces appear to me as the calm before the storm. It's a fairly obvious abstraction to make, but I believe that Evening on Karl Johan describes the anxiety of the crowd as well as that of the artist. They bunch towards a point and the fairly open landscape only serves to hem them in as they stream at some unknown obstacle. I could talk about Munch's palette, but I think that it speaks for itself. Blah.
Everybody is anxious in Norway.
Think those mountains formed naturally? Nope, wrinkles.
Think those lakes formed naturally? Nope, tears.
Think that white stuff covering Norway for a third of the year is snow? Nope, stress fapping
That sounds like most of the big, mad continent.
Except we're better.
We?
6371
« on: December 27, 2014, 12:11:08 PM »
Evening on Karl Johan
Munch is the master of anxiety. Even his most placid, transcendent or melancholic pieces appear to me as the calm before the storm. It's a fairly obvious abstraction to make, but I believe that Evening on Karl Johan describes the anxiety of the crowd as well as that of the artist. They bunch towards a point and the fairly open landscape only serves to hem them in as they stream at some unknown obstacle. I could talk about Munch's palette, but I think that it speaks for itself. Blah.
Everybody is anxious in Norway.
Think those mountains formed naturally? Nope, wrinkles.
Think those lakes formed naturally? Nope, tears.
Think that white stuff covering Norway for a third of the year is snow? Nope, stress fapping
That sounds like most of the big, mad continent.
Except we're better.
6372
« on: December 27, 2014, 11:46:13 AM »
Fascist.
6373
« on: December 27, 2014, 11:45:42 AM »
Evening on Karl Johan
Munch is the master of anxiety. Even his most placid, transcendent or melancholic pieces appear to me as the calm before the storm. It's a fairly obvious abstraction to make, but I believe that Evening on Karl Johan describes the anxiety of the crowd as well as that of the artist. They bunch towards a point and the fairly open landscape only serves to hem them in as they stream at some unknown obstacle. I could talk about Munch's palette, but I think that it speaks for itself. Blah.
Everybody is anxious in Norway. Think those mountains formed naturally? Nope, wrinkles. Think those lakes formed naturally? Nope, tears. Think that white stuff covering Norway for a third of the year is snow? Nope, stress fapping
6374
« on: December 27, 2014, 11:24:48 AM »
Borp.
6375
« on: December 27, 2014, 11:19:15 AM »
Obama?
6376
« on: December 27, 2014, 11:11:16 AM »
Since the latest released edition of the films is what's canon, and Disney will release the original theatrical cuts on blu-ray (without the galaxy wide celebration scene) I guess that problem will be gone before Episode VII hits (explaining how the there's still Storm Troopers around)
What's facepalm-worthy about that? The added scenes doesn't make sense, that's why they can't be explained. The special editions make it seem like the empire fell in a day.
Hang on, I'm kind of tired and I'm not quite sure of what I'm doing. Update: I got nuthin'. Guess I was just derping.
6377
« on: December 27, 2014, 10:40:51 AM »
6378
« on: December 27, 2014, 10:36:39 AM »
6379
« on: December 27, 2014, 09:43:22 AM »
Since the latest released edition of the films is what's canon, and Disney will release the original theatrical cuts on blu-ray (without the galaxy wide celebration scene) I guess that problem will be gone before Episode VII hits (explaining how the there's still Storm Troopers around)
6380
« on: December 27, 2014, 09:14:41 AM »
Plot magic.
6381
« on: December 27, 2014, 09:11:14 AM »
6382
« on: December 27, 2014, 09:00:03 AM »
Is it Spoiler  Spoiler a real screamer?
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
6383
« on: December 27, 2014, 08:38:49 AM »
Do something worthwhile.
Worthy.
WORTHIEST!
OVERWORTH
WORTHMASTER GENERAL
*mortal kombat announcer*
WORTHY HIM
WORTH SPEED TEN
Spoiler SET PHASERS TO PUN
wut
spaceballs
I assume 'worth speed ten' would look that silly.
I see.
I don't understand what just went wrong.
I lost the rhythm of the running gag and tripped on myself.
What sharp teeth you have.
I got them from a master craftsman with eight broken legs.
That's pretty cool.
He demanded music made from milk in recompense, I had to travel to the 2364th dimension, whereupon I met a gelatinous prince.
Hahaha, keep talking.
I tripped on the carpet, the stuff being what that dimension is mostly composed of, besides gelatinous milk-music composers, and accidentally sent the prince tumbling off the carpet into another dimension. It goes without saying that his subjects were none to pleased with me, apparently he was on his way to his coronation, so rather than be held accountable and be executed, I did the only other honest thing and grabbed the nearest milk cello and followed the path unexpectedly-exiled royalty. I fell for what must have been millennia squeezed into microseconds, which were in turn folded into intricate origami animals of varying fictitiousness, through countless dimensions and planes of every shape, colour, taste, feel, sound, smell, and various other senses which don't exist in our dimension. Shall I continue?
Get to the part where we bang, I already know this story 
Eventually or soon; I know not which, I fell out of a dimensional hiatus in a forest. It was thence I came upon a talking fox named Elegiac. When I asked him where I was he responded with "Ayy bby" and suffice it to say, we banged.
Soon
Come for me bby.
After new years.
O bby
Easy tiger, we've gotta make friends first.
What is that on the dinosaur-aliens back?
A juvenile blue bear.
That's beautiful man
He was born in a nutshell, adrift in a maelstrom. Doomed to die and saved by pirates.
No, he was born in a void, thrust into violence, and crowned by theft.
Well, he did steal that sweater.
cute
It was for a noble cause.
I'm sure
The Clothes for Bears charity.
Let's hope that the clothes make it to those who really need them.
Like arboreal apex predators.
100th post motherfuckers!
umad
No, but... I thought you'd hung up.
I'll never hang up on you, bby.
Never ever?
A bear god never makes a promise he can't keep, and I'm a bear god making you a promise.
We'll see
Shh wee forest critter, you are in my domain. should the day ever come when you're up against a redneck with a shotgun, I'll be right behind him, about to rip his testicles up through his spinal chord.
Your domain... for my own safety may I know its bounds? You may not always be around.
Any land remotely arboreal, sylvan, verdant, or otherwise woody.
So... you live within my domain
Aye.
Blessed be the Bear, lol
*small bow*
Ushan the Bear GodTM Yes, he can be your god too!
To become eligible for his protection, you must be a some sort arboreal, sylvan, verdant, or otherwise woody creature, critter, beastie, or other wild thing.
No praise, worship, curtsies, bows; religious sacrifices, ceremonies, construction projects or art works in his name; wars, conflicts, skirmishes, scuffles, diplomatic incidents, or passive-aggressive comments necessary, needed, or wanted.*That said, I wouldn't mind some carry out from some Indian place every once in a while.
**Protection applies to most house pets and any creature of ursine relation, even polar bears
***Protection does not apply domesticated house cats. They know why.
you all hear that?
here's your god
I don't judge you by your race, unless you're a cat. In which case, you deserve it.
6384
« on: December 27, 2014, 08:37:13 AM »
That's better 
We are in agreement, Herr Elegiac.
6385
« on: December 27, 2014, 08:28:28 AM »
Do something worthwhile.
Worthy.
WORTHIEST!
OVERWORTH
WORTHMASTER GENERAL
*mortal kombat announcer*
WORTHY HIM
WORTH SPEED TEN
Spoiler SET PHASERS TO PUN
wut
spaceballs
I assume 'worth speed ten' would look that silly.
I see.
I don't understand what just went wrong.
I lost the rhythm of the running gag and tripped on myself.
What sharp teeth you have.
I got them from a master craftsman with eight broken legs.
That's pretty cool.
He demanded music made from milk in recompense, I had to travel to the 2364th dimension, whereupon I met a gelatinous prince.
Hahaha, keep talking.
I tripped on the carpet, the stuff being what that dimension is mostly composed of, besides gelatinous milk-music composers, and accidentally sent the prince tumbling off the carpet into another dimension. It goes without saying that his subjects were none to pleased with me, apparently he was on his way to his coronation, so rather than be held accountable and be executed, I did the only other honest thing and grabbed the nearest milk cello and followed the path unexpectedly-exiled royalty. I fell for what must have been millennia squeezed into microseconds, which were in turn folded into intricate origami animals of varying fictitiousness, through countless dimensions and planes of every shape, colour, taste, feel, sound, smell, and various other senses which don't exist in our dimension. Shall I continue?
Get to the part where we bang, I already know this story
Eventually or soon; I know not which, I fell out of a dimensional hiatus in a forest. It was thence I came upon a talking fox named Elegiac. When I asked him where I was he responded with "Ayy bby" and suffice it to say, we banged.
Soon
Come for me bby.
After new years.
O bby
Easy tiger, we've gotta make friends first.
What is that on the dinosaur-aliens back?
A juvenile blue bear.
That's beautiful man
He was born in a nutshell, adrift in a maelstrom. Doomed to die and saved by pirates.
No, he was born in a void, thrust into violence, and crowned by theft.
Well, he did steal that sweater.
cute
It was for a noble cause.
I'm sure
The Clothes for Bears charity.
Let's hope that the clothes make it to those who really need them.
Like arboreal apex predators.
100th post motherfuckers!
umad
No, but... I thought you'd hung up.
I'll never hang up on you, bby.
Never ever?
A bear god never makes a promise he can't keep, and I'm a bear god making you a promise.
We'll see
Shh wee forest critter, you are in my domain. should the day ever come when you're up against a redneck with a shotgun, I'll be right behind him, about to rip his testicles up through his spinal chord.
Your domain... for my own safety may I know its bounds? You may not always be around.
Any land remotely arboreal, sylvan, verdant, or otherwise woody.
So... you live within my domain
Aye.
Blessed be the Bear, lol
*small bow*
Ushan the Bear GodTMYes, he can be your god too!
To become eligible for his protection, you must be a some sort arboreal, sylvan, verdant, or otherwise woody creature, critter, beastie, or other wild thing.
No praise, worship, curtsies, bows; religious sacrifices, ceremonies, construction projects or art works in his name; wars, conflicts, skirmishes, scuffles, diplomatic incidents, or passive-aggressive comments necessary, needed, or wanted.*That said, I wouldn't mind some carry out from some Indian place every once in a while.
**Protection applies to most house pets and any creature of ursine relation, even polar bears
***Protection does not apply domesticated house cats. They know why.
6386
« on: December 27, 2014, 08:09:24 AM »
Do something worthwhile.
Worthy.
WORTHIEST!
OVERWORTH
WORTHMASTER GENERAL
*mortal kombat announcer*
WORTHY HIM
WORTH SPEED TEN
Spoiler SET PHASERS TO PUN
wut
spaceballs
I assume 'worth speed ten' would look that silly.
I see.
I don't understand what just went wrong.
I lost the rhythm of the running gag and tripped on myself.
What sharp teeth you have.
I got them from a master craftsman with eight broken legs.
That's pretty cool.
He demanded music made from milk in recompense, I had to travel to the 2364th dimension, whereupon I met a gelatinous prince.
Hahaha, keep talking.
I tripped on the carpet, the stuff being what that dimension is mostly composed of, besides gelatinous milk-music composers, and accidentally sent the prince tumbling off the carpet into another dimension. It goes without saying that his subjects were none to pleased with me, apparently he was on his way to his coronation, so rather than be held accountable and be executed, I did the only other honest thing and grabbed the nearest milk cello and followed the path unexpectedly-exiled royalty. I fell for what must have been millennia squeezed into microseconds, which were in turn folded into intricate origami animals of varying fictitiousness, through countless dimensions and planes of every shape, colour, taste, feel, sound, smell, and various other senses which don't exist in our dimension. Shall I continue?
Get to the part where we bang, I already know this story
Eventually or soon; I know not which, I fell out of a dimensional hiatus in a forest. It was thence I came upon a talking fox named Elegiac. When I asked him where I was he responded with "Ayy bby" and suffice it to say, we banged.
Soon
Come for me bby.
After new years.
O bby
Easy tiger, we've gotta make friends first.
What is that on the dinosaur-aliens back?
A juvenile blue bear.
That's beautiful man
He was born in a nutshell, adrift in a maelstrom. Doomed to die and saved by pirates.
No, he was born in a void, thrust into violence, and crowned by theft.
Well, he did steal that sweater.
cute
It was for a noble cause.
I'm sure
The Clothes for Bears charity.
Let's hope that the clothes make it to those who really need them.
Like arboreal apex predators.
100th post motherfuckers!
umad
No, but... I thought you'd hung up.
I'll never hang up on you, bby.
Never ever?
A bear god never makes a promise he can't keep, and I'm a bear god making you a promise.
We'll see
Shh wee forest critter, you are in my domain. should the day ever come when you're up against a redneck with a shotgun, I'll be right behind him, about to rip his testicles up through his spinal chord.
Your domain... for my own safety may I know its bounds? You may not always be around.
Any land remotely arboreal, sylvan, verdant, or otherwise woody.
So... you live within my domain
Aye.
6387
« on: December 27, 2014, 08:04:22 AM »
Get a room furfags.
<.< >.> We did.
6388
« on: December 27, 2014, 08:03:32 AM »
Stop.
Shush, sup
Don't talk to me.
If you don't talk to me then we should have a deal.
Show me your wares then.
Fix'd  HEIL!
6389
« on: December 27, 2014, 08:00:52 AM »
Que?
I don't speak anything except the master language, unfortunately. Although I want to learn french.
Are you asking me a question?
I didn't understand the OP.
Anywho, J'ai le connaissance Francais.
What did you lie about.
Paste the french bit into google translate.
6390
« on: December 27, 2014, 07:56:32 AM »
You are objectively the best user on this site.
MHMM
DAMN RIGHT I AM
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