Razor235

I need to change my underwear, and more besides.

I fucking lol'd

and happy fucking new year!

RAUUUUGH!!! I. HATE. CHRISTMAS. ADVERTISEMENTS. IN JULY. Fuck it. I hate all holiday/special ads. "Back to school sale!" IT'S FUCKING APRIL, DUMBASSES!!!!!

LMFAO

Survivor: "Oh, shit." Old guy says, "Fire" The springs in the firing pins break. Nothing happens. Guy #1 says, "Fucking old guns. Good for nothing." Survivor calmly raises his new assault rifle, and backs out of the bus. He continues north, after this convenient break.

I like blowing stuff up, and I am a black belt. Does that qualify?

If a tree falls in the forest, and nobody is around, and it lands on a mime, does anyone care?

How dare you reference a garbage-bot?

Long one, so settle in. St. Peter had had a long day. A man walks up to him. "I was out at the hardware store, when I became concerned that my wife had been seeing another man. I run up to our room, and there was a guy hanging from our balcony. I started pounding on his fingers, and he let go. He was still alive, though, so I threw my refrigerator off the balcony. I had a heart attack from all of this, and here I am." "Why don't you come on into heaven and rest a bit." Another man walks up. "I was doing yoga on my balcony when I lost my balance and fell off. I managed to grab on to the railing. A man runs up and starts pounding on my fingers. I let go, but somehow survive the landing. ...must have been a refrigerator. Flying out of the sky." "Well, come on in and rest" A third man walks up. "Ok, so I was standing naked in my refrigerator..."

Back-asswards.

Either that... or they LIE!

The survivor reaches the facility. He blacks out and falls to the ground. Sighting a syringe, he uses the last of his strength to crawl to it and stab it into his arm. He passes out. Several hours pass. He wakes up with a start. Perfectly normal. albeit weak.

Brad hasn't gotten the death sentence...yet.

Kim Jong Il? No, Kim Jong dead.

wat, The worst thing that happened at my school was bathroom flooding.

He finds nothing. He reads a CEDA poster, and learns that there is an abandoned medical research facility just a few miles up ahead. He hurries, knowing what'll happen in less than a day.

Ah, the places I've been. Here's two: Hey, Sublime, I've been to the Coca-cola place and the Atlanta Aquarium, too! Here's my school: There are no pictures of the too-small office building that it occupys on the 2nd floor.

Your link...'tis broken. Cut down in the fruit of life. *cries softly*

Banned because I am a REAL ninja, so I can kick your ass!

The couple turns around. The survivor sees their red eyes. They attack. The survivor manages to kill them, but he is bitten. He must find an antiviral medication withing 48 hours, or...well, you know,

Yeah. Grilling it produces a much better flavor than straight-up baking it, especially if you smoke the meat with hickory or another type of wood.

Here is a poem that I had to create for school. Tell me what you think! The form is a villanelle, a very hard form to write. I lay here on my bed, staring at the stars, a while ago the sky was red. Thinking of all I love and dread, of this planet that is now ours, I lay here on my bed. The darkness weighs me down like lead, Save for the moon and its deep scars, a while ago the sky was red. I think of all the places upon which I desire to tread, places such as Mars, I lay here on my bed. The books that I have read, taking me places afar, a while ago the sky was red. The sun comes up, fiery red, Shining brightly, drowning out those stars. I lay here on my bed, now again the sky is red.

YES! Another convert! Heh, heh, hehhh... Anyway, welcome to the forums. I am the Mad Scientist/Ninja around these parts.

WHERE'S THE BEEF?!?! Sorry, couldn't resist.