Favorite episode is still Intervention. So much Carl in so little time.
“Who’s Jesus? Some joker, made of clouds who says I aint supposed to touch myself like that, cuz it don’t please him. Masturbation is specifically designed to please me. No ones gettin’ hurt, except, The Wildebeast”
Before I pass out, has anyone seen The Onion Movie? Thought I was going to die I was laughing so hard the first time I saw it.
What Complex Media Bar?
I already know your incapable of any kind of happiness, even the mental kind, so I know this outcome is an impossibility. I already know the Spoon does no exist. YOUR MATRIX CAN NOT CONTAIN ME!
SPACECATAZ.
And the one with the shaman.
http://huffduffer.com/iamdanw/69459
start exactly at 25:30. he starts predicting the future. here’s an excerpt: [details=Spoiler]
"[There’s] a new phenomena that I like to call the Stacks [vertically integrated social media]. And we’ve got five of them – Google, Facebook, Amazon, Apple and Microsoft. The future of the stacks is basically to take over the internet and render it irrelevant. They’re not hostile to the internet – they’re just [looking after] their own situation. And they all think they’ll be the one Stack… and render the others irrelevant. And they’ll all be rendered irrelevant. That’s the future of the Stacks.
People like the Stacks, [because] the internet is scary now – so what’s the problem there? None of them offer any prosperity or security to their human participants, except for their shareholders. The internet has users. Stack people are livestock – ignorant of what’s going on, and moving from on stack to another." [/details]
No, if he didn’t have the vest, then it would be racist. :tup:
No it doesn’t! You’re alone. It’s awesome! Dance with me! Dance with me and embrace our loneliness! :tup:
How in Adon’s jock strap did we get THREE more pages in The Lounge so quickly?
NECRO’s flow is great (Dead Body Disposal and the White Slavery song are my favorites), but he’s still on Juggalo shit (not that there’s anything wrong with that).
El-P is on another level though. that dude’s rap is art.
This is SRK, no one is white here. The fuck?
Yo don’t post this shit in here.
old school American cartoons from the late 80’s 90’s: if you’re a woman (as a recurring character). you didn’t show your legs in your main costume.
X-Men, that chick from Gargoyles, BTAS, Family Guy, April O’Neil, that chick from Biker Mice from Mars, Gaia from Captain Planet wore a full length dress. Edna Krabappel is the only regular Simpsons character that wears an above the knee dress, but she’s a noted skank. Zealot from WildC.A.T.s is the only exception i can think of, but she’s in an armored one piece swimsuit with thigh-high boots which only allowed you to see a little bit of thigh and hip, they would constantly fuck up her drawing and color her legs like the costume.
i never saw a G.I. Joe episode, but i bet none of them showed leg. teenagers and kids can wear shorts and whatnot, but if you were a feminine sexual object, you wore pants.
AND THAT’S WHY YOU ALL WANT TO FUCK RESCUE RANGERS GADGET.
Dare I say it? I think ATHF probably got a little too weird. A show starring food products and a surly New Jersey shut-in got too weird. I think “Dickesode” might have been the point of no return.
Has anyone in this family even seen a chicken?
Golly!
gentlemen, the shit just got real. the spiders have come back on me in a way i couldn’t have imagined.
what i’m about to tell you is a true story -my wife herself is an eyeball witness on this attempted hit. it is long, so i will hide it with spoilers.
the venomous spider saga at the weeks house has been quiet the past month or so. i cleared out some boxes and cleaned up anything that looked like it could shelter a spider. occasionally, we see one in the garage demilitarized zone, but none in the house proper at all. i began to think that i had driven them off; that my ruthless kill on sight+nest demolition tactics had been successful.
what a fool i was.
in reality, those motherfuckers had gone to the mattresses. laying low. knowing i was trained to recognize the silhouette of a brown recluse in milliseconds, they hired some outside muscle from kansas city. and not just any muscle…they hired a stone cold assassin. a professional. a natural born killer - a deadly temptress who lures men to their doom.
a black widow female.
venomous like a motherfucker? check. possibly fatal to pregnant women (wife) and children (son, daughter)? check. small, quick, nimble, able to hide in the darkest places and strike without warning? check.
my wife tells me one day she saw a spider in the kitchen that looked different than any other we’d seen so far. small and black. i listened with one ear while playing re4, and forgot about it. i had no idea that my wife had just laid eyes on my would-be assassin.
fast forward three days to now. i’m doing the dishes, watching The Wire. my wife walks into the kitchen and then exclaims, ‘there it is!’ i turn to my right, and i see her. appx. one foot away from my elbow, slowly walking the counter top.
as soon as i saw her, i froze. she froze. in a desperate attempt to salvage the disaster, she began to wander aimlessly about the countertop, as if she had no particular destination or purpose in mind; just on a casual stroll through the kitchen. she hoped that i would be fooled and that my attention would wander; but she couldn’t understand the scope of my primeval hatred for her and all her kind. with it came a murderous focus.
all confidence, i approached her. her walking seemed erratic, slightly jarred, and i noticed that a few of her legs seemed to be shorter than the others. she had an odd rolling gait about her that seemed to hint of a leg injury, but her small size made it difficult to be certain. regardless, she was slow and ungainly, and seemed out of sorts in the bright light of the open countertop, with no nearby cover. the outcome was assured; my spider killing talents had been forged in repeated battle. their only hope was ambush and that had failed her.
…like all great temptresses, she had shown me just what she wanted me to see, and nothing more.
as i got closer i noticed that, while she seemed to resemble a black widow, there were actually a few significant differences. it was small, smooth, and black, yet the legs were banded and it had no red hourglass on the dorsal abdomen - which itself was far more diminutive than the swollen deadly bodies i had seen before. (crucially… i could not see the ventral abdomen). i began to think it was a simple case of batesian mimicry - a harmless spider throwing up the signs of a deadly one in order to benefit from it’s reputation. my curiosity aroused, i grabbed my cell and zoomed in, snapping a few pictures for identification. i had never seen a black widow in my house before - ever- so i was too lax, too interested, too soft.
you know what it is
wait, i thought. this wasn’t a black widow at all. it was some bluffing fool who had gotten caught in the crossfire of total war. with a deplorable smugness, i carelessly grabbed a paper towel to smash the spider. bluff or no, it was too similar to the genuine article to be allowed continued existence in my domain. i reached down to press the paper towel against the small, fragile creature; wounded and helpless.
i couldn’t have anticipated the spiders’ guile and craft. their plan went deep, subtly using my own strengths against me.
i had fallen right into their trap.
to be continued.
the darkness of the spider taps into you and your wife’s irrational fear of African Americans.
its red markings mock your MC1R mutation.
see a psychiatrist
Got asked to join a really good band today. Might be just what I need after being put on a train to Dumpsville.
My body is ready!
That spoiler.
your scurrilous allegations shall not go unchallenged, sir
This makes me think of that cult from Russia that worships Gadget from Rescue Rangers and considers her the peak of beauty and their messiah.
I bet he lived paycheck to paycheck, and decided to fuck girls knowing that he was still contagious in order to make his car payments.
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my allegations are so trill they were carved into the tree of knowledge with George Washington’s hatchet, whetstoned with Moses’s tables -using Tupac’s blood as a lubricant.
everything i write is 100% canon, sir.
That’s one solution…
the other
Oh god, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea placing her there now. I think I just made the imagery worse.
