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Whatever happens, it'll be loud.

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Also: Getcha popcorn ready!

Eh, I can say a lot more

Like whatever happens, MEM will post badly

or: whatever happens, MEM will console themselves with crystallized methamphetamine and anonymous homosexual intercourse

And that a crystal meth user that is also a homosexual is something along the lines of five times more likely to contract HIV than a homosexual who is not on crystal meth

I learned a lot from reading this short thread.

Originally posted by Sik Wit It
I learned a lot from reading this short thread.

+1 would read again

For being about only one thing which can be said it is relatively enlightening iyam

Whatever happens, we'll get furious Drago tears over Gart not being banned.

kai too low

Originally posted by Gturtle
or: whatever happens, MEM will console themselves with crystallized methamphetamine and anonymous homosexual intercourse

this would assume that MEM could find anyone to consent to anonymous dirty public bathroom glory hole gay fucking.

We all know how this will end. MEM cries at his computer, wondering why it's so unfair. He desperately craves a human touch at this dark hour, he sends a text message to that really fat chick he met the other day. She has to wash her hair, at 4 PM. Burbling with tears, he steels himself for what he is about to attempt to do. Gently lifting the laptop off his stomach and placing it on the pillow of the bed he's in, MEM sits up and shimmies out of his jorts and garfield boxers. He stretches, the folds of fat make the move difficult, but this time, this time he'll pull it off. He takes two deep breaths and, breathing out, hunches forward with his lips puckered. Almost, he thinks, One more time ought to do it. MEM rocks back and forth, building momentum for this ultimate attempt. He throws his chest forward and, miraculously, makes it. He begins sucking with a look of triumph on his face, though his range of motion is limited by the bulbous and misshapen cellulite enveloping his whole body.. Suddenly, as soon as it began, it came to a crashing end. It spurts into his mouth, down his throat. A small piece has caught! MEM Can't breathe, he gags, trying to clear the blockage, but nothing works, he convulses backwards in a desperate attempt to dislodge it, but is met with failure. The oxygen cutoff heightens the sensations, and he sprays up his chest onto his Three Wolf Moon shirt. He keeps gagging, but all is lost the room begins to darken, but he dies a happy man, knowing that he finally did it.

*slow clap*

Retards will be retards, now stfu.

Originally posted by Veg
Retards will be retards, now stfu.

most ironic, OR MOSTEST IRONIC