Apparently, there are users within our midst, and I shan’t name names, who have not experienced the [b][i][u]GLORY[/u][/i][/b] that is our copypastas. OffTopic, I require your assistance! I need all our cultured copypastas for these users to read!
I’m talking about “Obi-wan’s high ground advantage” and “The Cheerios Story” (as bad as that one is, it’s still internet culture), everything we’ve got!
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Best one of all time [quote]What the -blam!- did you just -blam!-ing say to me, you little -blam!-? 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.[/quote]
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1 RespuestaSeven dead. Twelve impregnated. Two timelines disturbed, a paradox regarding faster-than-light travel created by my -blam!-. The moon was thrown off orbit, the Sixth Sense ends a different way, earthquake in Nebraska (I don't even live in Nebraska) and the entire population of Canada is four inches shorter (not sure how this happened). Eighteen different insects eradicated from the earth and four kinds of marmoset extinct. Guam is underwater, Haiti is a mountain, Hello Games gave a release date for NMS, Billy Mays brought back from the dead. Anyone who died in May of 1672 has spontaneously combusted. Wildfire in the Sahara. Pluto is a planet again. Water on Mars turned out to be -blam!-. Justin Bieber relevant. Halo 5 has Arbiter as the only playable character. 734 different website domains have turned into a link to meatspin, Bing no longer exists. Guitars around the world gained another string, Bass players aren't gay anymore. The band Cream renamed Milk. Left socks raining in Tokyo.#Destiny briefly stopped complaining. Abstract art in any museum found in Moscow turned into a GIF of a goat kicking a ball. Rectangles in New Jersey turned into triangles. Huey Lewis erased from existence. And my dick is stuck in a toaster. Please change your instructions OP, they're unclear.
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[i]Goku voice[/i]: You’re gonna love this! [quote]To me, Fuwwy Fandom is onye of the most compewwing chawwenges to hypew mascuwinyity, its convewse, wepwessed feminyinyity, and the uvwawching hegemony of hetewo dominyation. In westewn cuwtuwe, it is impossibwe to be anything othew than what the nyawwow binyawy of mawe/femawe imposes, and this distinction is even fuwthew pawsed out in ouw distinctions between species. But wets face it, we awe aww anyimaws. Whethew you admit it ouw nyot evewyonye of us is just as much a "species" as the nyext cwittew. Modewn mawe-centwic Victowian sciences have weft us with an idea of species that impwies a distinction fwom onye body to the nyext. A pwump pup is diffewent fwom a swim pup, and the timid vixen is nyot a waccoon. But take it fwom someonye who has fewt "the caww of the wiwd", so to speak. We just get it. We thwiww at the wustwing of the weaves and the skittew scattew of pwey thwough the undewbwush. We wead the wowwd in scent, and wike ouw sapiens bwethwen painting a canvas, we paint the invisibwe scent wowwd with ouw essence. Ouw mawk. In this thewe is nyo diffewence between pup, vixen, ow wacoon. We aww scuwwy, we aww scavenge, we aww snyiff. We awe aww fwuid fwom onye "species" (I wiww nyow use the tewm "individuaw" instead of species) to the nyext. The concept of species is onye science imposes upon the wowwd. Maybe it made sense to victowians wiving in a chauvinyistic cuwtuwe guided by awcanye pwecepts of "mankinds" supwemacy uvw nyatuwe, but in this age, the age of knyowing, the age of twusting youw nyose and nyot youw bwain, we simpwy knyow bettew. Whoevew said: "the nyose knyows" had gwasped a deepew twuth wegawding the nyatuwe of weawity than they couwd have fathomed.[/quote]
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1 RespuestaI remember using this one a while back. Thought it was hilarious. [quote]A couple of years ago, one night, I was about to propose to my girlfriend when my roommate barged into the porch out of nowhere, tripped and fell over, breaking the glass table with his face. Totally ruined the mood. Now, I didn't know Joseph that well, don't really remember where he was from, but let's just say plans got held up to help him through his injuries. Joseph got a big shard of glass in one eye which left him blind in that eye. had one of those cotton pads over it for a few months. Then suddenly, he vanished along with my girlfriend. Apparently they bonded during the time after his injuries, and eloped together. I tried to track them down, but never could. In conclusion, if it hadn't been for cotton eyed Joe, I'd been married a long time ago. Where did you come from? Where did you go? Where did you come from cotton eyed Joe?[/quote]
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8 RespuestasWhat if everything you ever wanted... WAS TO KICK SHIT IN THE FACE!? FOREVER! THEN YOU NEED PEREGRINE GREAVES!!! PUT THESE SWEET-ASS LEGS ON YOUR TITAN AND YOU WILL F***ING DECIMATE THINGS WITH YOUR POWERFUL KNEES. THEY ARE GEMS. YOU WILL LOOK GLAMOROUS LIKE A STYLISH LADYWHILE YOU KNEE SOMEONE IN THE THROAT SO HARD THEIR TEETH GO FLYING OUT OF THEIR ASSHOLE! YOUR LEGS ARE BEDAZZLED! BEDAZZLED WITH THE STRENGTH OF 1,000 KODIAK BEARS IF KODIAK BEARS GAVE ZERO F***S ABOUT GRAVITY AND EVOLVED TO DO SWEET JUMPKICKS! YOU WILL SET YOUR CHILD ON YOUR KNEE TO GIVE HIM SOUND FATHERLY ADVICE AND THAT CHILD WILL F***ING EXPLODE BECAUSE YOUR KNEES ARE INSTANT DEATH! YOUR SON WILL DIE! YOUR WIFE WILL DIVORCE YOU! YOU WILL DIE ALONE ATOP THE MOUNTAIN OF CORPSES YOU'VE LEFT IN YOUR WAKE AS YOUR LIFE DISSOLVES INTO A NIGHTMARISH HELLSCAPE OF VIOLENCE AND DEPRAVITY! YOU WILL TAKE PEREGRINE GREAVES INTO THE CRUCIBLE AND YOU WILL MASSACRE PEOPLE!YOU WILL F*** THEM UP! YOU WILL KNEE BLADEDANCERS! DENIED! GET THAT BUTTERKNIFE THE F*** OUT OF HERE! YOU WILL KNEE RADIANT WARLOCKS AND CAUSE THEM TO WEEP RADIANT TEARS! YOU WILL KNEE GOLDEN GUNSLINGERS...CAREFULLY.... YOU WILL KNEE OTHER TITANS IN THEIR BUBBLES, DIVING INTO THEIR NEON DISCO DANCE PARTIES BLIND AS SHIT AND MURDERING THEM WITH YOUR ENERGY LEGS! IT IS YOUR BUBBLE NOW SO FU*** THAT GU---wait, shit...THE BUBBLE IS GONE BECAUSE OF YOU GODDAMMIT WHY THE F*** DID YOU DO THAT!? YOU WILL RUIN YOUR K/D LIKE I HAVE BECAUSE YOU ARE ADDICTED TO THE SWEET, SWEETSOUND OF INSTANT AIRBORNE DEATH! YOU WILL CATCH SO MANY SHOTGUN BLASTS TO THE FACE AND IT WILL BE WORTH IT WHEN YOU KNOCK A BLADEDANCER THE F*** OUT BEFORE HE CAN CHOP UP YOUR TEAM! EVERY PAINFUL DEATH WILL BE VALIDATED AS YOUR LEG COLLIDES WITH A FIERY WARLOCK'S FAGGY GOAT HAT SO HARD THAT HE'S RENDERED BRAIN-DAMAGEDAND HIS FAMILY FIGHTS WITH THE STATE OF TEXAS TO TAKE HIM OFF OF LIFE-SUPPORT! HE WILL LIVE OFF OF TUBES! BECAUSE OF TEXAAAAAAS! PEREGRINE GREEAAAAAAAAAAVES!!!
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[b][i][u]*SLAM*[/u][/i][/b] [spoiler][b][i][u]TWENTY-EIGHT STAB WOUNDS![/u][/i][/b][/spoiler]
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[quote] To me, Fuwwy Fandom is onye of the most compewwing chawwenges to hypew mascuwinyity, its convewse, wepwessed feminyinyity, and the uvwawching hegemony of hetewo dominyation. In westewn cuwtuwe, it is impossibwe to be anything othew than what the nyawwow binyawy of mawe/femawe imposes, and this distinction is even fuwthew pawsed out in ouw distinctions between species.[/quote]
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Editado por Settling: 4/20/2019 6:41:43 PMHey kid. Let me tell you the story of how I lost my arm. It was a stormy night in December of 1992. I was heading home at 11 pm after a long and hard day of work. As I was walking, some thugs ran up behind me and tried to mug me. I punched one in the jaw and another in the nose. The third guy decides to pull out a bat. He swung... and missed. I followed up with an uppercut to the jaw and ran. 10 years passed. I was sitting on my couch, watching television. As I was sitting there, I felt something crawl down my arm, slowly. I started to panic. As I looked down, my blood froze. I gazed upon a horrific sight. A roachIt screeched and not me. So yeah, the ER thought the best option was to lose the arm. So remember, if you see a roach, panic. Just panic. [spoiler]this took longer than needed[/spoiler]
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1 RespuestaThree engineers and three accountants were traveling by train to a conference. At the station, the three accountants each bought tickets and watched as the three engineers bought only one ticket. "How are three people going to travel on only one ticket?" asked an accountant. "Watch and you'll see", answered an engineer. They all boarded the train. The accountants took their respective seats, but the three engineers all crammed into a rest room and closed the door behind them. Shortly after the train departed, the conductor came around collecting tickets. He knocked on the restroom door and said, "Ticket, please". The door opened just a crack and a single arm emerged with a ticket in hand. The conductor took it and moved on. The accountants saw this and agreed it was a quite clever idea. So, after the conference, the accountants decide to copy the engineers on the return trip and save some money (being clever with money, and all that). When they got to the station, they bought a single ticket for the return trip. To their astonishment, the engineers didn't buy a ticket at all. "How are you going to ride without a ticket"? said one perplexed accountant. "Watch and you'll see", answered an engineer. When they boarded the train, the three accountants crammed into a restroom and the three engineers crammed into another one nearby. The train departed. Shortly afterward, one of the engineers left his restroom and walked over to the restroom where the accountants were hiding. He knocked on the door and said, "Ticket, please."
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[quote]What the -blam!- did you just -blam!-ing say about me, you little -blam!-? 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.[/quote]
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To me, Furry Fandom is one of the most compelling challenges to hyper masculinity, its converse, repressed femininity, and the overarching hegemony of hetero domination. In western culture, it is impossible to be anything other than what the narrow binary of male/female imposes, and this distinction is even further parsed out in our distinctions between species. But lets face it, we are all animals. Whether you admit it our not everyone of us is just as much a "species" as the next critter. Modern male-centric Victorian sciences have left us with an idea of species that implies a distinction from one body to the next. A plump pup is different from a slim pup, and the timid vixen is not a raccoon. But take it from someone who has felt "the call of the wild", so to speak. We just get it. We thrill at the rustling of the leaves and the skitter scatter of prey through the underbrush. We read the world in scent, and like our sapiens brethren painting a canvas, we paint the invisible scent world with our essence. Our mark. In this there is no difference between pup, vixen, or racoon. We all scurry, we all scavenge, we all sniff. We are all fluid from one "species" (I will now use the term "individual" instead of species) to the next. The concept of species is one science imposes upon the world. Maybe it made sense to victorians living in a chauvinistic culture guided by arcane precepts of "mankinds" supremacy over nature, but in this age, the age of knowing, the age of trusting your nose and not your brain, we simply know better. Whoever said: "the nose knows" had grasped a deeper truth regarding the nature of reality than they could have fathomed. [spoiler]yes i know this isn’t copypasta[/spoiler]
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5 RespuestasI’ve never read cheerio story
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Suicide is a serious issue....
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7 RespuestasEditado por FdYAcsoyPKN83gLE: 4/20/2019 12:30:46 AM[quote]When the war has lasted twenty years... the dragonets will come. When the land is soaked in blood and tears... the dragonets will come. Find the SeaWing egg of deepest blue Wings of night shall come to you. The largest egg in mountain high will give to you the wings of sky. For wings of earth, search through the mud for an egg the color of dragon blood. And hidden alone from the rival queens, the SandWing egg awaits unseen. Of three queens who blister and blaze and burn, two shall die and one shall learn if she bows to a fate that is stronger and higher, she'll have the power of wings of fire. Five eggs to hatch on brightest night, Five dragons born to end the fight. Darkness will rise to bring the light. The dragonets are coming. . . .[/quote]
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7 RespuestasObi-Wan doesn't need to be on the high ground, the high ground just needs to exist within the battle; Obi-Wan knows that when he has the low ground, he really has the high ground, from a certain point of view; see Diagram A. Look at his battle record: Maul: Has low ground, wins Dooku: No high ground, loses Dooku rematch: No high ground, loses Greivous: Has low ground, wins Vader: Has high ground, wins Vader rematch: No high ground, loses Obi-Wan with the high/low ground is canonically the most powerful Jedi. This is fact. Had Yoda not denied his request to battle The Senate with typical Jedi arrogance, Obi-Wan could have defeated Palpatine in the Senate building, which housed a variety of different altitudes; this was designed so that the Chancellor could always have the moral high ground in political debates. But Obi-wan didn't fight The Senate, and Yoda soon learned that you can't cleave the Sheev in a normal 1v1. It took the Tusken Raiders years of conflict against Old Ben Kenobi to grasp his superiority in terrain advantage, as you see them visibly flee in ANH when they realize he holds the low (inverse-high) ground; this was the optimal strategy against a near-invincible opponent. Yoda is shorter than virtually every other fighter, which gives him a permanent low-ground disadvantage; however, his saber-fighting style utilizes a flipping-heavy technique in order to negate this weakness for a temporary window. You'll notice that, after falling from the central podium in The Senate's building, he immediately retreats upon realizing he is on the lowest ground. You'll also notice that, while training Luke, he rides on him like a mount, to gain the intellectual high ground and accelerate Luke's training. Obi-Wan's defensive Form III lightsaber style synergizes with his careful military maneuvers; as he only strikes when prepared, he can always hold the strategic high ground. (The business on Cato Neimodia doesn't count.) You'll come to realize that this is why Commander Cody's artillery strike failed against Obi-Wan, when hundreds of Jedi were killed in similar attacks. Cody failed to grasp the strategic situation, as the Jedi Master's elevation was superior to his by hundreds of meters, making him virtually unkillable. (You'll notice that all the Jedi killed in Order 66 were on level ground with the clones, thereby assuring their demise.) Had Cody taken his time and engaged the Jedi on even terrain, he would have succeeded. Obi-Wan subsequently retreated under the surface of the lake, so that he could maintain the topographical low/high ground. This is why Obi-Wan is so willing to fight against impossible odds to the point where he thrusts himself in immediate danger; when your probability of victory is 1-to-10, you have the statistical (and therefore strategic) low ground, a numerical advantage when you use your point of view to flip the value to 10/1 . Almost losing is, in Obi-Wan's case, certain victory. As we all know, spinning is a good trick. However, only the Chosen One can spin outside of a starfighter. Palpatine tried spinning, but he lost due to this technique (but this was intentional, as losing gave him the emotional high ground when Anakin arrived). The reason for this is that spinning provides a yin-yang approach to combat (based in Eastern philosophy on balance), giving the spinner the high ground from above and below. Only the Chosen One can master the spin, as it is their destiny to maintain balance in the universe. This is why Obi-Wan was so emotional after defeating Vader on Mustafar; he expected to lose the high ground to the spin, but Anakin fell to the dark side and could no longer use his signature trick, becoming the very thing he swore to destroy. Additionally, Anakin told Obi-Wan that, from "[his] point of view, the Jedi are evil". This broadens Anakin's mind to the concept of relativity in the context of the moral high ground, a mere step away from tactical comprehension. Anakin doesn't hate sand for the reasons he told Padme; all Jedi hate sand, as the battlefield can rapidly change between low and high ground on multiple vectors, so your perspective must be from a certain three-dimensional point of view in order to comprehend who holds the high ground. This is the only reason why Obi-Wan killed Maul in Rebels. This is also the reason why Obi-Wan hates flying; there is no gravity in space, therefore there is no high or low ground from any frame of reference (This also negates the spinning trick.) In ANH, Vader proves his newfound mastery by engaging Obi on perfectly even ground. However, Obi-Wan intentionally sacrifices himself on the Death Star, so that he could train Luke from a higher plane of existence, thereby giving him the metaphysical high ground. Why was Vader so invested in the construction and maintenance of the Death Star? Because he knows Obi-wan can't have the high ground if there's no ground left. Image A. As seen through the events of the Clone Wars, Obi-Wan was known to be on friendly terms with Senator Organa, whose homeworld held large quantities of mountainous terrain, the perfect habitat for a Jedi Master. Grand Moff Tarkin was already in position to destroy Alderaan as a first target, as the distance from Scarif to Alderaan was too vast to reach between the escape and recapture of the Tantive IV, even at 1.0 lightspeed. Alderaan had been the initial target all along, as Obi-Wan with the high ground was the primary threat to the Death Star. How? Because a moon-sized space station would have some form of gravitational pull, thereby negating Obi-Wan's zero-gravity weakness; Obi-Wan with the perpetual high-ground in a low-orbit starfighter would easily be able to fire proton torpedoes through a ventilation shaft, although the Empire was uncertain of the specific weakness of the Death Star planted by Galen Erso (who was a good friend). In Return of the Jedi, you can see that the Throne Room contains a variety of different altitudes; Palpatine placed these there to ensure Vader's defeat. However, Sheev failed to realize that his weakness was no ground, and should have covered that useless gaping pit which does nothing. A common misconception is the idea of a 'prostrate position' version of the high ground, wherein Obi-Wan lies flat on his back, giving him tactical superiority from his point of view. However, this strategy is futile, as for the high ground to come into effect, there must be a differential between parties on both the x-axis and y-axis to a moderately significant variation from both absolutes (Angles only a Sith would deal in). For Obi-Wan's high ground powers to be in full effect, he must stand between 15 and 75 degrees (π/12 to 5π/12 radians) diagonal from his opponent(s) on any quadrant of the area circle; this has been dubbed the Trigonometric Perspective Diagram. (Diagram B). The total effect for conventional high ground advantage can be calculated via the MetaComm Equation, or f(x) = lim 0→x π/12 | 7π/12 5π/12 | 11π/12 Ʃ(x) (2tan(x) / 3sin(x) + (log10Δ)) * cΦ Δ = distance on hypotenuse (meters) Φ = Surrounding Force [c (variable) * β (Earth Gravity) * (pressure (psi)/2.2)] 'x' refers to the angle of contact between the two parties on, with advantage being based purely on position on the Y-axis, as the vast majority of force users base their perception on elevation rather than spacial relativity. The power of gravitational force has great effect on the high ground; too weak, and the high ground holds no traction; too strong and the ground becomes the real enemy. Experimentation has proven that the high ground typically holds significant value between .8 and 1.4 β (Earth Gravities) with maximum impact standing roughly equal to 1.05. Pressure is equally important, as it is a surrounding force attached to gravity (the high ground has famously low impact in aquatic environments). Pressure(λ) is measured in pounds per square inch (psi), to be used as a gravity multiplier (or division if pressure is sub-atmospheric; Φ (Surrounding Force) is a variable defined as β * 2.2λ , with no metric value assigned due to its singular application in the MetaComm equations. In situations regarding Obi-Wan and his relativistic point of view, you must substitute the Quadrilateral MetaComm Equation (the Jedi Master function), f(x) = lim 0→x minmaxƩ (2tan(x) / 3sin(x) ) * (1.2)cΦ [min = (|cos(x)| = 1) | (|sin(x)| = 1) + π/12 ), max = (|cos(x)| = 1) | (|sin(x)| = 1) + 5π/12 ]. The viable Φ field is expanded, as Obi-Wan has taken advantage of the high ground in so many different environments that he simply uses it more efficiently, and the min/max values apply due to his multidimensional point of view, evidenced by the Trigonometric Perspective Diagram. Additionally, the distance factor does not affect Obi-Wan, as spacetime can be perseptively compressed, giving him the ideal Δ value from his point of reference. In conclusion, Obi-Wan abuses spatial relativity and Taoist doctrine in order to always invoke his high-ground powers. To properly analyze the strategic genius of Kenobi, one must hold advanced knowledge in Philosophy, Mathematics, and Calculus-based Physics, and be able to integrate these topics together.
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1 RespuestaThat perigrine greaves one had better be in here somewhere....
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What the -blam!- did you just -blam!-ing say about me, you little -blam!-? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Big Top Circus, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on congress, and I have over 300 confirmed balloon kills. I am trained in juggler warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire USA Clown Industry. You are nothing to me but just another balloon. 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 in the stands? Think again, -blam!-er. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of clowns 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 big ass clown shoes. Not only am I extensively trained in fist to fist combat, but I have access to an extensive backlog of magic tricks and tomfoolery 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 my repressed clown fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re -blam!-ing dead, kiddo. Honk
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2 Respuestas[quote]Creeper, oh, man So we back in the mine Got our pickaxe swingin' from side to side, side, side to side This task a grueling one, hope to find some diamonds tonight Night, night, diamonds tonight Heads up, you hear a sound, turn around and look up Total shock fills your body Oh, no, it's you again I can never forget those eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes 'Cause baby tonight, the creepers tryin' to steal all your stuff again 'Cause baby tonight, you grab your pick, shovel and bolt again And run, run until it's done, done Until the sun comes up in the morn' 'Cause baby tonight, the creepers tryin' to steal all your stuff again Just when you think you're safe Overhear some hissing from right behind, right, right behind "That's a nice life you have, shame it's gotta end at this time Time, time, time, time, time, time" Blows up, and then your health bar drops And you could use a 1-up, get inside don't be tardy So now you're stuck in there, half a heart is left but don't die Die, die, die, die, die 'Cause baby tonight, the creepers tryin' to steal all your stuff again 'Cause baby tonight, you grab your pick, shovel and bolt again And run, run until it's done, done Until the sun comes up in the morn' 'Cause baby tonight, the creepers tryin' to steal all your stuff again Creepers, you're mine, haha Dig up diamonds, craft those diamonds, make some armor Get it baby, go and forge that like you so MLG pro The swords made of diamonds, so come at me bro Huh, training in your room under the torch light Hone that form to get you ready for the big fight Every single day in the whole night Creeper's out prowlin', alright Look at me, look at you Take my revenge that's what I'm gonna do I'm a warrior baby, what else is new? And my blade's gonna tear through you, bring it 'Cause baby tonight, the creeper's tryin' to steal all your stuff again (Gather your stuff, yeah, let's take back the world) Yeah, baby, tonight grab your sword, armor and go (It's on) Take your revenge (Whoo) Oh, so fight, fight, like it's the last, last night of your life, life Show them your bite (Whoo) 'Cause baby tonight, the creepers tryin' to steal all your stuff again 'Cause baby tonight, you grab your pick, shovel and bolt again And run, run until it's done, done Until the sun comes up in the morn' 'Cause baby tonight (Come on, swing your sword up high) The creepers tryin' to steal all your stuff again (Jab your sword down low)[/quote]
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[quote]I sexually Identify as an Attack Helicopter. Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of soaring over the oilfields dropping hot sticky loads on disgusting foreigners. People say to me that a person being a helicopter is Impossible and I'm -blam!-ing -blam!- but I don't care, I'm beautiful. I'm having a plastic surgeon install rotary blades, 30 mm cannons and AMG-114 Hellfire missiles on my body. From now on I want you guys to call me "Apache" and respect my right to kill from above and kill needlessly. If you can't accept me you're a heliphobe and need to check your vehicle privilege. Thank you for being so understanding.[/quote]
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Varvatos don’t got one
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Hey a copypasta for anything! Including: bant, bump,cool, etc.!
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Copy your own pasta.
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2 RespuestasCheerios = bant
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Chili's?
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There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone.