Blightmare

rorschapple!!!!

Cherries.

Can't do fridays once the fall quarter starts up. class 1 to 5.

no problems. I have many others to use while it gets fixed. If you were forced to use macs the rest of your life?

Other classical music. why limit 1 one best when you can have many greats? Level 3 Heavy or sentry medic?

Did you know that if you verp upside down it hurts like hell and you smell vomit the rest of the day?

Banned for sigging a render of scorpion without actually turning it into a sig.

Who needs the internet when you have the BLOGOSPHERE?!

Granted but I eat it before you do. I wish chocolate was made of helicopter.

unfortunately I know you are but what am I. I think I just insulted myself.

Yellow pies will shit bananas in dicks dicks dicks, that oversees a lot of weird dicks fucking dicks.

- I ordered a liter of every soda they got. go take your pick, but the root beer is MINE. As well as the real beer assuming you got it.

probably parents googling that after their kids ask to get a game.

Boring old fail cereal.

listening to music.

67. you have dreams about the forums. :S

You didn't grant a wish!!11!one!!! Banned for not doing ANYTHING. Wait.... I wish people would follow the rules of this thread. O_o

Banned for breaking a combo.

25. I told him "whatever you're thinking, you're probably right." His look got weirder. Today is good.

Just watched the Golden Boy Series. As perverted as that was, I don't think I've laughed so hard all year.

Yes, that was my reaction. Edit: not sure I like scrolling 2 miles to the right to hit the edit button, but, eh. I just caught myself humming the theme song in the kitchen. You shoulda seen the look on my brothers face.

I'd be rockin the PS2 as well... if it still worked. Watching MLP over again. Yeah that's right.

I laughed so hard at that story. took me by surprise, you have no idea. Well, I assume this thread is pretty much like the random one. 'Twas the night before 986996.M41, and all through the station All there was clear, there was no abomination. My helmet was set on the desk to my right, On the chance that I was to need it that night. The guardsmen were ensconced, asleep in their beds, All the tanks too were safe, secure in the sheds. Marines in the barracks, some manning the wall, Assured me that the bastion never would fall. When out in the yard there arose such discord I grabbed up my bolter and unsheathed my sword. Away to the window, I ran to take aim As the marines around me all did the same. My bionic eye turned the night into day Allowed me to see, and to seek out my prey. When what did my loyalist ocular show, But an ancient conveyance, knee-deep in the snow. The vehicle was pulled by horned quadrupeds And a fiery red nimbus glowed from the sled. The driver was mighty, his eyes full of scorn, Dressed all in crimson like a servant of Khorne. I gestured for other to shoot without pause, For I was now certain this was Santa Claus. "Fire Marines! Fire Guardsmen! Fire Ogryn and Ratlings! Fire bolters! Fire lasguns! Fire mortars and gatlings!" "You in the courtyard and you men on the walls Now blast away! Blast away! Blast away all!" But all through this maelstrom the evil one flew, Past plasma and bolt shells and frag that we threw! And then, to my horror, I heard on the roof The vile cavorting of each decadent hoof. Screaming my orders, I spun quickly around, As down the chimney shaft it came with a bound. I saw its eyes glow, its vast stomach gurgle, Bloated and fat, like a deamon of Nurgle. Blinded by anger, I attacked with a scream - Charged into battle with my brave space marines. As we thundered towards him, closing the rift, He reached in his satchel and pulled out a gift. Then it tossed the vile boxes - I fell in a stoop, As they arced through the air at me and my troops. The wrapped missiles fell short, and plopped at our feet, Our morale was quite strong, we did not retreat. But the marines paused - our charge was disrupted, They picked up the gifts and were quickly corrupted. For each box contained a chaotic present - The marines (damn their souls), found them quite pleasant. A bolter, a flamer, a new power fist, The Claus gave to all, and he checked off a list. It moved through the station and left in its wake, The sound of bright laughter and the stench of fruitcake. The others succumbed, but it failed in its goal, For to me it gave only a small pile of coal. The station was lost, I could only instruct The bastion computer to set self-destruct. I failed to kill him, for I saw as I fled, The target escaping, quite safe in his sled. I heard it cry out as the base burst into light, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!" am I doin it right?

Wow. someone voiced my exact thoughts. but, uh... someone beat us both to that one.