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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 1:39 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 1:43 pm
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Kids in Space biggrin
What if you lived on the International Space Station? Imagine your normal day as it is now, but in space!
In the morning, you get up at Mesozoic Period and get dressed in your space panties and space bra. There is no gravity in space, so you float into the kitchen to eat your breakfast of dried lima beans, gouda in a tube, and smashed up meatball in a plastic space container. Then, instead of taking the bus to school, you hop into a(n) motorcycle and orbit Earth 42 times.
In the motorcycle,you do ginormous science experiments such as determining how good a(n) cow is at masturbating in space. When the experiments are done, you go outside the motorcycle for some exercise in space. You run outside the motorcycle for an hour or more. When you are done exercising, you go back to the International Space Station for other activities such as weeping, killing, and gnashing.
You end the day by sending a(n) feces to your parents via the space computer, and they tell you goodnight from Earth, down below.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 1:46 pm
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The Whole Town Celebrates! (People are giving me weird looks for this one...)
People in Townsville have some special birthday traditions. No one really knows how the traditions started. Some people say that they began when Captain Jack Sparrow was the mayor, but other people say the traditions started as a way of celebrating the egg harvest. Whichever way they started, the traditions have been around for at least 9,000 years.
On the morning of a person's birthday, members of the person's family give gifts of penises for luck and vaginas for good health. Next, the birthday person has a special breakfast of eleventy nervous potatoes. After breakfast, people in the neighborhood gather for a little parade. The birthday person rides through the neighborhood on a float shaped like a(n) saxophone. Each child carries a balloon shaped like a(n) egg.
After the parade, everyone gathers around the quansit hut to have cake, and then there is a(n) spoon-eating contest. Sometimes that gets kind of messy. After the cake and the contest, there is masturbating. People wear malicious costumes when masturbating, so there are always some funny photographs of the party.
Before the party is over and everyone goes home, the birthday person sings a special song about the egg. Birthdays are cruel in Townsville!
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 1:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 1:50 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 1:54 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 1:54 pm
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Burp!
Trogdor the Burninator had everything a(n) dragon could ask for. He had beefy food, a big, little bed, and the Strong Bad family to look after him.
One morning Trogdor the Burninator woke up. “I'm hungry!” he said. He went down to the Conservatory but everyone in the Strong Bad family was still asleep. “I guess I'll have to find my own breakfast,” he said.
Trogdor the Burninator went outside and assassinated down the street. On the sidewalk, he saw a(n) luxurious revolver. “Gulp!” Down went the revolver. “Not bad!” said Trogdor the Burninator.
Next, Trogdor the Burninator headed for the park. There he found a pair of candlesticks just sitting on a bench. “Gulp! Gulp.” Down went the candlesticks. “Mmmm, suspicious!” said Trogdor the Burninator.
Trogdor the Burninator was feeling very belligerent as he skipped over to a video store. There he saw some tasty video games. “Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!” Trogdor the Burninator swallowed Crash Bandicoot and Grand Theft Auto whole.
“Holy Kleenex, Batman! It must be time to go home,” said Trogdor the Burninator. He blew back home and up the stairs to his little bed.
“Breakfast! Time for breakfast, Trogdor the Burninator!” called Mrs. Strong Bad.
“I don't feel very well,” groaned Trogdor the Burninator. “It must have been those peanuts I ate for supper last night.” Burp!
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 6:44 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 10:26 pm
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 11:40 am
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Road Trip! One day my Uncle ROFLS and my Aunt XIPPLZFART said they would take me and my sister CIRCLE LADY on a trip to DENIAL.
“You will love DENIAL,” said Aunt XIPPLZFART. “It is famous for its wild BUSHY!!!!!!, its PEEPEE flowers, and its beautiful BUSHYING hills.”
“I hope you packed plenty of PIZZA for the ride,” said Uncle ROFLS. “It will probably take us 0 hours.”
So we all piled into Uncle ROFLS and Aunt XIPPLZFART's WEINERWAGON. At first the trip was really BUSHY LIKE. We sang “0 Bottles of PEE on the Wall.” Then we counted the PEE PARTICALS that we saw PEEING in the fields by the side of the road. But after -0 hours we had eaten all the PIZZA and CIRCLE LADY was getting HAPPY.
“Are we almost there?” she asked PORKINS.
“Yes, BUSHYBUSHYPOOPOOPANTS,” said Aunt XIPPLZFART.
Just then I saw a sign that said, “BUSHYTOWN: 2 miles.”
“Umm, Uncle ROFLS, is BUSHYTOWN on the way to DENIAL?” I asked.
“Yeah,” said CIRCLE LADY, pointing, “and is ZETT'S TV on the way to DENIAL?”
“OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG, kids,” laughed Uncle ROFLS. “You can trust the expert.”
“One thing's for sure,” I muttered. “I don't think we're in HAIIIIIIIIIIIII any more.”
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 11:46 am
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BUSHY LIEKS THIS GAME
I fell asleep yesterday listening to an old album that my mom had. I really enjoyed it, though I had a weird dream. It was kind of like one of the old songs.
I've been workin' in UNDER DA COUCH, All the FARTY day. I've been workin' in UNDER DA COUCH, Just to pass the time away. Don't you hear the whistle POOTING? Rise up so early in the morn. Don't you hear ROFLS shouting “CIRCLE LADY, POOTED your horn? ”
CIRCLE LADY, won't you POOTED, CIRCLE LADY, won't you POOTED, CIRCLE LADY, won't you POOTED your horn? CIRCLE LADY, won't you POOTED, CIRCLE LADY, won't you POOTED, CIRCLE LADY, won't you POOTED your horn?
Someone's in the BUSHY'S SHELL with CIRCLE LADY. Someone's in the BUSHY'S SHELL, I know. Someone's in the BUSHY'S SHELL with CIRCLE LADY Strumming on the old ZORKAPHONE.
It was the weirdest dream I've had in a long time!
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 11:48 am
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 2:28 am
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xD
The Haunted Tower
One afternoon Ythan and Addy were walking down a quiet trail, looking for kindling for their campfire. The trees were sexy and green, and there were colorful wildflowers all around. Ythan and Addy began to pick the wildflowers, and after a while, they ran so far that they had wandered away from the trail.
It started to get dark. Ythan began to get worried, but Addy seemed excited to have an adventure. “Look!” Addy said. “Do you see that kitten? It looks like a house!”
“We're saved!” cried Ythan, who was relieved.
Once they got closer, Ythan felt very uneasy again. It didn't look like the cozy little cottage Ythan had been imagining, but rather a big, spooky tower! It was about 69 feet tall, and it was covered with black ivy and moss. It was the creepiest thing Ythan had ever seen!
Ythan said, “Addy, let's keep walking! There's no way I'm going into that tower! It looks haunted!”
“Don't be such a closet! We're going in. I think it looks perfectly un-haunted!” said Addy.
Ythan was so scared that he could not open his eyes. He felt his c**k chatter as Addy opened the door. All of a sudden, Ythan felt that he was not alone. He opened his eyes, prepared to see the worst. But instead, he saw all his friends and family inside the haunted tower! “Surprise! Happy birthday, Ythan!” they all kissed.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 6:50 am
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 6:56 am
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