add Popeye to Super Smash Brothers
Nah, add Shadow the Hedgehog to Super Smash Brothers!
Also it’d be cool if we could customize it so I can play as my original character Shade the Hedgehog! He’s totally faster than Shadow and can use shadow powers! Also we need Goku in Smash Brothers and maybe have a game that mixes Dragon Ball Z with Pokemon!
I have so many good ideas….
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I’m tempted to draw each one.
"OOPS" is not an appropriate reaction to a sperm/yogurt mixup.
Is this how they make yogurt for men
If not for the fact it would hurt my job, I would have no problem waving this image in the faces of all those stuck-up pricks who can’t believe I don’t like yogurt.
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I finally got one of those vapor-hookah things today (thanks to that anti-menthol ad where a chick peeled off her face).
I’m currently puffing up clouds of this cough-syrup tasting flavor called “dragon blood” and repeatedly asking “Whoooo are yoooou?” like the caterpillar from Wonderland.
I just offered Fred Phelps a free subscription to “Hustler’s oh-dear-god-that-can’t-be-legal” magazine on Facebook.
I feel accomplished.
I just got home and found 308 likes and reblogs today over that old Watchmen gif set I posted six months ago.
What the hell?
I just realized that Arnold Schwarzenegger is one of the few actors who can’t change his accent but no one gives a shit because he’s just that awesome.
True fact #1
On the list of things you can’t take into a courthouse, they’ve included brass knuckles, power tools, knitting needles, can openers, and a few others.
What they didn’t include were baseball bats, chopping tools like axes or machetes, or even firearms.
Seriously, firearms weren’t included but can openers are?
Pine Wars and the jocks who ruined it.
Back in the days between 5th and 7th grade down in my old middle school there was a semi-forested area of the playground that was a sanctuary for weirdos like myself. We’d all go there during PE or recess and in time had two forts built. One was actually decent and the other was made really badly by the kids (like myself) who weren’t allowed to join the good one. This eventually led to a series of conflicts that later were called the Pine Wars.
The rules were simple: Join a side, find a stick that looked like a gun, and then either defend your camp or attack the other team’s camp. There were sneak-attacks, armory raids, and even a surprise double-cross that I’m proud to say I pulled off. We had a lot of fun and no one got hurt in the process, so naturally the jocks had to ruin it.
It started of small. Originally the Pine Wars were only fought by the misfits of our school, then a few athletes (because athletes and jocks are entirely different) joined in on the fun. It was nice having backup and the athletes were having just as much of a good time as we were, so there weren’t any problems there. The real problems were when the jocks realized that WE were having way more fun than THEM. Their natural instincts kicked in and they set forth to ruin a good thing for other people.
It wasn’t long before a few jocks began asking the athletes what was going on in the pines, and of course they soon wanted to join up too. We didn’t really say no to them, mostly because we knew they would just do it anyway, and then the end was already at hand. They never stuck to any single side, preferring to just attack anything they saw. They refused to go along with a plan that wasn’t devised by another jock. And worst of all, they no longer used sticks as fake guns. They used sticks as throwing objects and even started throwing rocks as well. At this point all the misfits who had founded the Pine Wars found ourselves standing on the outskirts of the pines, watching something that was once fun for everyone get destroyed by stick-throwing primitives.
Before long the inevitable happened. One of the jocks took a small hit on the head from a thrown stick and was sitting in our classroom, crying as if he’d never taken a hit before in his life while a teacher lectured the whole class and eventually the whole school about how throwing sticks at each other was bad and that no one was allowed to go anywhere near the treeline. I can’t quite remember what he said exactly due to the many years since then, but I remember looking at that crying jock and thinking “You dumbasses. You primitive, barbaric, dumbasses.”
This is for every time I’ve mentioned Cardassians from Star Trek and people are all “The Kardashians are in Star Trek?”
"Oh did you know?" "JUDGEMENT DAY"
Our highschool flyers were never this informative.
That’s the last day Ericka wore a green/blue dress to work.
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me n james just hanging out
That face he’s making……
With those eyes…..
They scare me.
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