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Edited by DE4THINC4RN4TE:
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The *OFFICIAL* Flood Copypasta Thread: Create and Share
[quote]Are you a fan of Copypastas, but not sure how to express yourself? Ever had an itching feeling to post your customized or brand new copypasta's, but are worried no one will see it? Well then you're in luck![/quote]
[u]We're going to start a thread full of copypastas, and we need YOURS.[/u]
[i](Honestly, Flood trolls suck recently. You guys need practice.)[/i]
So be creative! Modify a popular copypasta or post your own new one so that it may be used by future internetting generations! Notable ones will get placed in the OP. Good luck!
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[spoiler]SO LET'S GET SOMETHING STRAIGHT. I AM WHAT IS COMMONLY KNOWN AS A "BADASS". I HAVE A LONG AND DISTINGUISHED CAREER IN THE MILITARY, GENERALLY BEING A BADASS. YOUR MOTHERS WOULD HAVE KILLED FOR A NIGHT WITH ME. I WOULD HAVE AS WELL. YOU KNOW WHY? BECAUSE I'M A BRONZED MUSCULAR 6' 6" GOD OF THE BEACH. I AM FREAKING GORGEOUS. STRAIGHT MEN QUESTION THEIR SEXUALITY WHEN THEY HEAR MY NAME, AND I HAVE A SEPARATE MAILBOX FOR LOVE LETTERS FROM YOUR MUMS. I ALSO HAVE ONE FOR THE ONES FROM YOUR DADS. THREE MAILMAN HAVE BROKEN THEIR BACKS TRYING TO GET THE HUGE SACK OF LOVE LETTERS TO ME. THEY KEPT GOING BECAUSE THEY LOVED ME SO MUCH. BUT THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT. TODAY I'M GOING TO TEACH YOU ABOUT WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE THE INCARNATION OF PURE UNADULTERATED BADASSITUDE. I AM A TOP SECRET FIGHTER/TEST PILOT FOR THE UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT. I RUN BLACK OPS MISSIONS. I HAVE NOT LEGALLY EXISTED FOR OVER TWENTY YEARS. NOW I AM GOING TO TELL YOU ABOUT A RECENTLY DECLASSIFIED STORY. I WAS TRAVELING ALONG IN MY CURRENT PROTOTYPE, THE F-9001, MINDNG MY OWN BUSINESS AND GENERALLY BEING BADASS WHEN ALL THE SUDDEN I GET JUMPED BY 42 ENEMY JET FIGHTERS. I SHOT ABOUT TWENTY FIVE OF THEM DOWN, BUT I WAS HAVING AN OFF DAY (WHAT YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT BRO?! WE'RE NOT ALL PERFECT. GET OVER YOURSELF. REAL BADASSES ADMIT WHEN THEY MESS UP. GOD.) AND SO I ENDED UP GETTING SHOT DOWN. SO BASICALLY I'M PLUMMETING TO THE GROUND AT ABOUT 300MPH WHEN I REALIZED THAT MY PARACHUTES RIPPED OFF AND I'M ON FIRE. SO I DID THE ONLY LOGICAL THING. I POINTED MY BODY DOWN TO SPEED UP, SINCE IT WAS SAFER THAT WAY. (DON'T QUESTION THIS. ON TOP OF BEING BADASS AND GORGEOUS, I'M ALSO A GENIUS. I HAVE OVER A DOZEN PHD'S.) SO EITHER WAY, I HIT THE GROUND AT ABOUT 450 MPH. THIS ENDS UP STRIPPING OFF ALL THE SKIN FROM MY BODY. SO EITHER WAY, THE MORONS SENT THIS "ELITE" TEAM TO CAPTURE ME OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS SALT FLAT I CRASHED IN. SO I'M NOW STANDING UP AND COVERED IN SALT, WHICH IS RUBBING INTO MY BODY SINCE I HAVE NO SKIN. KEEP IN MIND I AM STILL ON FIRE AT THIS POINT. DO I CARE? -Blam!- NO!!! I TOOK OUT EACH ONE OF THEIR ELITE TEAMS MEMBERS JUST BY LOOKING AT HIM. THAT AND FACE PUNCHES. MANY, MANY FACE PUNCHES. SO EITHER WAY WHEN I GET BACK TO BASE, YOUR MOM IS WAITING THERE. YOU THINK I'M JUST TALKING ABOUT SOME RANDOM MOM, RIGHT? WRONG. IT'S YOUR MOM. I SEE YOU THERE, BEING ALL FAT AND UGLY AND THINKING THAT THIS IS JUST A VAGUE DESCRIPTION, BUT IT'S NOT. IT'S YOUR MOM YOU FAT SLOB. SO EITHER WAY I DID HER FOR A LITTLE WHILE. KEEP IN MIND I AM STILL ON FIRE AT THIS POINT. SO LONG STORY SHORT THE SALT RUBBING INTO MY WOUNDS MADE ME DELIRIOUS SO THAT THIS CACTUS LOOKED LIKE YOUR MOM. BUT THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT. I'M STILL BADASS AND ON FIRE, AND YOU'RE STILL A FAT SLOB.
THE END, YOU NON-FLAMABLE PLEBEIAN.[/spoiler]
Think you can beat that? Let's see what you got Flood.
[u][b]The Floodian list for sicktastic Copypasta's:[/b][/u]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post?id=61841892&path=1]Calvin and Hobbes[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post?id=61841870&path=1]A True Internet Classic (Crazy Military Guy)[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post?id=61841922&path=1]- Spongebob Variation of Crazy Military Guy[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post?id=61843945&path=1]- B.net Muted Variation of Crazy Military Guy[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post?id=61842033&path=1]Scientific Research into M&M Breeding[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post?id=61843885&path=1]Spongebob Depression[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post?id=61844431&path=1]Muted, Hided, Reported. Short but sweet.[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post?id=61845253&path=1]Cheerios. [Link in post] (Warning: Vulgar)[/url]
[url=http://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post?id=61845103&path=1]Crazy Bungie Community Gibberish[/url]
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I need the liberty prime pasta
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[quote][quote][quote]Look For the Lower Case 'L' And You Will Be Kissed Tomorrow: LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLlLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL LLLLL *Now Look For The Q And Your Wish Will Come True: ... ... ... ... ... OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOQOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO O.. .OOOOOOOO *This Is Really Hard, Now Find The 'N': MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMNMM *Now Find The Mistake: ABCDEFGHIJKLNMOPQRSTUVWQYZ *Something You Really Want, After the countdown!!!!! 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Now Close Your Eyes And Make A Wish! ;*;*;*;*;*;* Now Paste This On 9 pages And Your Wish Will Come True! Hurry, You Have 20 minutes! Or What You Wished For Will Be The Opposite[/quote][/quote] [/quote]
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I made a whole alphabet out of Lenny faces if you want that. It's still somewhat work in progress, but if you want I can post it
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http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b216/mikewolfskin/A%20Misfit%20Maid%20To%20Serve_zpscnetw0lt.jpg جيد، وأنا على استعداد لفعل أي شيء في هذه النقطة!" يقول ماكس، يمشي خارج المبنى انه تم رفض عرضا للعمل. ماكس ثم يرى المسافر، كما يثير فضوله يذهب ليستلم رؤية هو الحال بالنسبة لبرنامج التدريب الوظيفي الجديد. ماكس بدأت أقرأ نشرة وجدت شيئا غريبا، "خادمة للعمل؟ يجب أن تكون بعض الشركات الأجنبية مع الخطأ المطبعي من هذا القبيل"، كما كحد أقصى وهو يضحك تشغيله " يا جيدا عرضا للعمل مع التدريب على عرض عمل بعد كل شيء "ثم يرى رقم هاتف" ". "حسنا الوقت في العودة إلى ديارهم والحصول على استعداد لجعل هذا النداء!" ماكس ثم بطلب رقم وينتظر منهم الإجابة. "مرحبا! شكرا على اتصالك خادمة لخدمات العمل!" ويقول صوت بمرح على الهاتف. "إذا دعيتم لعرض عمل الصحافة 1، إذا دعت ال-" صوت على الهاتف يقطع بسرعة قبالة كما ماكس يضغط على زر +1 بدون تردد. ثم يسمع على الهاتف "مرحبا! ونحن سعداء أن يكون لك الكلمة، وتطبيق الهاتف غير متوفر حاليا، إذا كنت مهتما في هذا العمل لا يزال يرجى الحضور إلى موقعنا غدا! ونحن نعتذر عن أي إزعاج" "سوف يحصل حسنا لمقابلتهم شخصيا من الأفضل على أي حال، أنا قد يستغرق وكذلك الاستحمام والحصول على بعض النوم الآن لدرجة أنني سوف يكون جاهزا كما استيقظ" ماكس تتثاءب كما يمشي صعود الدرج. في اليوم التالي كما ماكس يستيقظ أنه يلاحظ أن جلده ناعم وشعره أطول. "كان شعري دائما هذا الوقت الطويل؟ لماذا بشرتي ناعمة الآن؟" حسنا أنا لم يكن لديك الوقت لذلك! "يصيح ماكس، ويحصل يرتدي. ماكس يبدو في نشرة ويرى الموقع على الخريطة. "حسنا وقت للذهاب!" كما حصلت ماكس إلى الموقع فوجئ أنه كان كل من قصر ومساحة العمل. واضاف "هذا خيارا مثيرا للاهتمام لبناء" فتاة لطيف يمشي خارج ويحيي ماكس "مرحبا! ما اسمك؟" "ماكس" انه يستجيب. "يا له من اسم رائع، وتأتي معي يجب أن تكون هنا للحصول على حق المقابلة؟" "نعم!" "حسنا هذا شيء عظيم! هو دائما لطيفا وجود عمال جدد في جميع أنحاء هنا! اتبعني!" وتقول النساء لأنها تأخذ له في جزء من المبنى في مكان العمل. "الآن هذا هو جزء من مقابلة مختلفة من تستخدم معظم الناس، وهو اختبار اذا صح التعبير، وأنا بحاجة لإعداده لتحمل ذلك معي في هذا" بعد أن تم تعيين مساحة تصل لاختبار الفتاة يقول له "وضع هذا على!" "ما هذا ولماذا أحتاج لارتداء الحجاب؟" يقول ماكس الخلط. "انها مجرد" القوس حظا سعيدا "أعطي لهم الجميع الذين ينطبق" "بالتأكيد طيب أعتقد" يقول ماكس الخلط كما انه يضع القوس على. وقالت الفتاة تقول "من فضلك انتظر وسوف إعادة تشغيل قريبا، ولست بحاجة إلى إعداد" الفتاة "اختبار أولا! جعل لي وجبة مع هذه التوت من القش!" "فورا!" ماكس يقول (انتظر لماذا أنا التي وصوتي الحصول على أكثر أنوثة؟ ماكس يسأل نفسه في رأسه) يعمل ماكس الصعب جدا وما زال لا يدرك ما يجري، مع مرور الوقت كما انه يعمل يصبح أكثر وأكثر أنثوية. max غير قادر على التوقف عن العمل الطبخ (ما يجري ؟!) يصبح ملابسه زي خادمة "الانتظار ... ما؟" "مو، مو جعل هذا طعم الطعام جيد!" الفتاة يهتف بمرح. بعد القيام ماكس مع وجبة الفتاة تقول "الآن هو الخلق السليم للسماح للرئيس الطهاة وتناول بعض من وجبته" "هيا لا تخجل!" كما ماكس يأخذ لدغة له الفراولة فطيرة يشعر انه غريب. شعره يصبح البني ويصبح لفترة أطول "ما الذي يحدث لي؟!" ماكس يصرخ بصوت أنثوي جديد الثدي تبدأ في النمو "ماذا .... ماذا حدث؟" ماكس يسأل كما يحدث في الجزء الأخير من ه "لماذا، لماذا يحدث هذا؟" يقول ماكس الخلط وتقول: "حسنا ترى نظرتم اليها بهذه الطريقة، كنت بحاجة إلى العمل، وكنت بحاجة خادمة أخرى حتى ظننت أنني يمكن أن تعمل على التوصل الى اتفاق، وليس فقط هل لديك وظيفة، ولكن الآن أنت لطيف جدا!" ماكس الحمرة كما he..well الآن أنها تقول "أوه، حسنا هذا هو نوع واحد منكم هه هه! شكرا لكم على قبول لي لعملك!" "وهكذا، الآن ... كيف يمكن أنا خدمتك سيد؟" "ما عليك سوى اتباع أوامر وكنت ستفعل ما يرام، واليوم على الرغم من أنك عملت بجد يكفي شر تمكنك من العودة إلى ديارهم ليلا" بوس ماكس يقول وبعد شهر ماكس لا يزال في وظيفة له أجر جيد كما ماكس هو الذهاب إلى العمل ترى شخص آخر يبحث في نشرة "ربما أنها ستكون أيضا" خادمة للعمل "هنا أيضا!" ماكس الضحك هناك ملاحظة على الباب من رئيسه قائلا "في المتجر، سوف يعود قريبا: العمال لا تتردد في تأتي في" هناك يطرق على الباب لمقابلة الشخص نفسه ماكس منشار "آسف لجعلك تنتظر سيتم مدرب قريبا لمقابلتك! الرجاء العودة قريبا!" ماكس يبدأ التفكير في النفس لها، "كنت أعرف أن هذا ليس كل ما سيئة أعتقد أنني يمكن أن تعتاد على ذلك"
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1 ReplyWhenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&M duels. Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them together until one of them breaks and splinters. That is the "loser" and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round. I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theater of competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world. Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment. When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 07840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3x5 card reading, "Please use this M&M for breeding purposes." This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free 1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this "grant money." I have set aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will discover the True Champion. When I phoned my mother of the tournament my mom got scared, she said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air. I begged and pleaded with her day after day, but she packed my suite case and send me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'. First class, yo this is bad, drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like? Hmmmmm this might be alright. But wait I hear they're prissy, wine all that Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat? I don't think so. I'll see when I get there. I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air. Well, the plane landed and when I came out. There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out. I ain't trying to get arrested. I just got here. I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared. I whistled for a cab and when it came near. The license plate said 'FRESH' and it had dice in the mirror, If anything I can say this cab is rare, But I thought 'Now forget it' – 'Yo homes to Bel Air'. I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8, And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'. I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, To settle my throne as the Prince of Bel Air
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1 Reply[quote]Guys, I'm -blam!-ing sick of this. I'm almost 17 and haven't been able to score a better job than a -blam!-ing cook at a local fast food joint. What makes it worse is that I live in a small town so business is pretty limited, and where I work is the only place that'll hire high school graduates. I'd get the hell out of this town if I could actually drive too, but I've failed every damn test I've ever taken. I'm socially awkward, even my only other co-worker -blam!-ing hates my guts. I have repressed lust for one of my best friends too; she's athletic, smart, and a gorgeous southern bell. I love her. You know what it's like; I've been friendzoned real hard. She's my only real friend, besides this one kid, who I'm pretty sure is only hanging around me because he is mentally challenged. I guess he's the only one that can tolerate me. And what makes this all -blam!-ing worse is that I live in a -blam!-ing pineapple under the sea.[/quote]
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1 ReplyEdited by Simseo: 9/10/2013 4:33:25 PMNavy Seal Muted copypasta, also OC. [quote]What the -blam!- did you just -blam!-ing not say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the internet forums and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on users, and I have over 300 confirmed mutes. I am trained in clicking warfare and I’m the top muter in the entire Bungie Community. You are nothing to me but just another spammer. I will wipe you the -blam!- out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this website, mark my -blam!-ing words. You think you can get away with not saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, -blam!-er. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of mods across the Bungie website and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the mute, maggot. The mute that wipes out the pathetic little comment things you call your posts. You’re -blam!-ing muted, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can mute you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare mouse. Not only am I extensively trained in keyboarded combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Sapphire private group and I will use it to its full extent to mute your miserable ass off the face of the website, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “non-existent” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your -blam!-ing keyboard. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re -blam!-ing muted, kiddo.[/quote]
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What he said
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1 ReplyEdited by Infiltrat0rN7: 9/10/2013 7:22:30 PM[quote]REMOVE #destiny remove #destiny you are worst #destiny. you are the #destiny idiot you are the #destiny smell. return to #destiny. to our #destiny cousins you may come our contry. you may live in the zoo….ahahahaha ,WAYPONT we will never forgeve you. cetnik rascal -blam!- but -blam!- asshole #destiny stink waypoint sqhipere shqipare..#destiny genocide best day of my life. take a bath of dead #destiny..ahahahahah HALOREACH WE WILL GET YOU!! do not forget armur lock .saphirre we kill the king , .saphirre return to your precious group….hahahahaha idiot #destiny and waypoint smell so bad..wow i can smell it. REMOVE VEX FROM THE PREMISES. you will get caught. #offtopic+#gaming+waypoint+flood=kill saphirre…you will armur lock/ tupac alive in Flood, tupac making album of the flud . fast rap tupac fud. we are rich and have gold now hahahaha ha because of tupac… you are ppoor stink turk… you live in a hovel hahahaha, you live in a yurt tupac alive numbr one #1 in flud ….-blam!- the waypoint ,..-blam!-k ashol destiny no good i spit in the mouth eye of ur flag and contry. 2pac aliv and real strong wizard kill all the turk farm aminal with rap magic now we the flud rule .ape of the zoo presidant georg bush fukc the great satan and lay egg this egg hatch and bosnia wa;s born. stupid baby form the eggn give bak our clay we will crush u lik a skull of pig. flud greattst forem [/quote]
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1 ReplyAlso the cheerios copypasta, it's quite long so I can't be bother posting it all here.
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1 Reply[quote]Muted, reported, message sent to moderators, CIA, FBI and Delta Force en route to your location.[/quote] Ember's thing. Optional: Add "Enjoy your 3 month ban, idiot."
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2 RepliesEdited by Forever Berg: 9/10/2013 4:19:07 PMSo I kinda just made this on 4chan and got a lot of bites on the bait. [quote]Are you fucking telling me to calm down?? I think you should be the one who needs to calm the fuck down and watch themself bud. You fucking europoors are nothing but a bunch of jealous queers who dream of being in the land of golden opportunity and amazing sports of America. Nothing you fags ever say will be enough to quell the American stronghold. I played football for seventeen years and I can tell you that if you ever showed your skinny ass around my parts then I'd give you a reason to dive and cry. You're dead to me and any other real athlete in the world. I can only pray to Tim Tebow that the devil doesn't assrape your tender butthole for being such a fag.[/quote]
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I BET YOU THINK THAT ALL OF THESE STORIES ARE PRETEND BUT GUESS WHAT THIS ONE IS FOR REAL! HOW DO I KNOW? WELL I KNOW BECAUSE I AM LOOKING AT YOU AND I KNOW ALL OF YOUR SECRETS! I EVEN KNOW YOUR FAVORITE ANIMAL. ONE DAY I LOOKED AT YOU IN THE BATH ROOM. MAYBE I WILL BREAK SOMETHING AND TELL EVERYBODY IT WAS YOU. THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO STOP ME. BUT GUESS WHAT? I AM A DEAD SKULL!!!
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6 RepliesHoly sweet and succulent food nipples. The Flood of Olde is making a comeback these past few days.
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5 RepliesEdited by Butters: 9/10/2013 6:45:10 AMCalvin lay there in bed, next to his tiger. His fourteenth birthday was tomorrow. He was getting older, puberty striking at his mind, voice, and body. He kissed Hobbes on the cheek, puling him closer and thanking him for being his friend. Then it happened. It had been happening often since he was thirteen and he had no control over it. His erection tented his boxers, pressing against his friend's rump. "Stop.." Hobbes mumbled with a growl, pushing him away. Calvin turned onto his back, pulling his under shorts down and revealing his standing pillar, about five inches. Average, he figured. He shook Hobbes awake. He didn't wake easily and grumbled and growled, but eventually sat up. "What, Calvin?" He asked angrily, wanting very much to go back to sleep. "I love you." "I love you too.." Hobbes said awkwardly. 'What is this about?' He wondered. "Do you really love me?" "Yeah, why?" Hobbes sat up further, sleep forgotten. "I want to mate with you.." Calvin blushed. "Wait! What? You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air. I whistled for a cab and when it came near the liscence plate said "fresh" and had dice in the mirror. If anything, I could say that this cab was rare, but I though "nah, forget it, yo home to Bel Air"! I pulled up to the house at about seven or eight, yelled to the cabbie, yo homes, smell you later. Looked at my kingdom, and I was finally there, to sit on my throne, as the Prince of Bel Air.
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I lived in Japan. I practiced karate in the Okinawan mountains for 5 years with head trainer Giyoju Tsutai. Everyday we went outside and punched a tree until it died. That was when my training ended and I moved back to Russia. I also know some BJJ, just enough to choke out -blam!- like you. I'll -blam!- you anally. And you'll love it. You -blam!-ing skinnyfat-blam!-
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5 RepliesWhat the -blam!- did you just -blam!-ing say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the -blam!- out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my -blam!-ing words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, -blam!-er. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re -blam!-ing dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your -blam!-ing tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re -blam!-ing dead, kiddo.
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