Yeh Ronda doesn’t walk through punches, but she wants that take down so bad she’s willing to get busted up. This girl looks like she has some vicious power behind her, I’m not sure if Ronda could shake that off so easily like she has done in the past.
Does anyone else remember that Neesa started posting on SRK because she was Kooper’s girlfriend? RIP
Tap dancing is fuckin weird. The vaudeville facial expression is creepy as shit.
I know I’m gonna get a ton of hate my way for saying this but I hate ufc with a passion.
Yup saving that, have no idea where it came from. You’re also the dad of b tier bison I guess
Which means missing is bringing him back.
#45
#shadowloo
Them whities are, but like wutang, its for the childldllins
Nobody cares 
- La Petit Toilette, Scene 3 -
Scene: La Petit Toilette, an upscale dining venue, era 2038 AD
Dramatis personæ:
Maitre’d - Maitre’d of the restaurant and veteran solder of the Garden Wars, relieved to finally be nearing the end of his brief yet painful servitude to the pushy heiress Qwdari.
Miss Velda Qwdari - War widow and heiress of the McDowell’s Garbage Collection Services fortune. Very close to bestowing yet another mutation unto the nearly-scorched world and almost as excited at that as she is at the process of making it.
John Billingsly - Her escort, a wealthy radium-sales magnate. Always silent, due to the Vocalizations Against Women Act of 2026, as are all men who are granted penile licenses. He is currently impoverished and quite hopeful that the heiress will loudly accept the bill.
Abelhardt Cross - A middle-aged playboy who is always cross about something. Society wonders openly whether or not the surname is original or if he stubbornly accepted it and violently opposes any attempts to suggest otherwise.
Telhima Softly - Cross’ date. An artificially young girl of the ambiguous Techni-crass generation, with fibre optik hair implants randomly flashing wild colors about and openly blaring loud Dare-Trip music from the latest Air-Breaker brand invisible headphones (the entire point of making them invisible is so that one can’t be noticed wearing them is nullified by the permanent hair-loss they quickly facilitate, which is exactly why the manufacturer eventually decided to just turn the speakers outwards so as to broadcast the wearer’s sheepish nonchalance to the world. “Fuck it. Be loud.” went the widely popular marketing campaign slogan). One can’t be exactly certain, but she could be of any age from 13 to 47.
Hostess A: She is a hostess.
M.Qwdari: (Smiling) John, I do hope he comes along with the bill, dear.
John B.: (obviously about to give up and say ‘Fuck it. Let’s talk’ notes something occurring and nods in the direction of the Maitre’d. He really doesn’t have to since it is [ENTER ABLEHARD CROSS and TELHIMA SOFTLY, with HOSTESS A] being loudly seated.)
M. Softly: (nearly shouting) IT’S A LOVELY RESTAURANT
A. Cross: Must you shout, my dear? You haven’t got them on backwards anymore.
M. Softly: (Still shouting. In fact, just assume from now on that all spoken parts by Miss Softly are shouted unless otherwise noted) NO, IT’S PERMANENT
A. Cross: What, do you mean attached (sitting, as Hostess hands over the menu with one hand and plugging her ear with the other)? To your head?
M. Softly: NO SILLY, THE HEARING LOSS (M. Cross rolls his eyes as Telhima removes her coat from the hooks surgically implanted onto her back. and hands it to the Hostess, who is extending a menu to her as well.) I DON’T NEED IT. I CAN LOOK ON WITH HIM FROM HERE (Her eyes sparkle with a rainbow-shade, as she deliberately tilts her head upwards towards the chandelier light to reveal a pair of diamond lens implants coating her eyeballs [EXIT HOSTESS A])
A. Cross: (To the entire restaurant, but obviously attempting to disguise his boasting as the onset of tinnitus) What a trendy girl, she is!
M. Qwdari: (Quietly, for the first time in a very long while) Why if it isn’t Mr. Cross. Oh, I hope he comes along with that bill with haste.
Maitre’d: (Throwing a quick piercing eye to Qwdari) Welcome to La Petit Toilette, Monsieur, (shouted, to Miss Softly) Mademoiselle! I, your waiter for the night, shall be with you momentarily.
A Cross: There’s no need. We’re just here for dessert. I’m not footing no big bill. It’s a good thing she’s half deaf, 'cause I told her this place only served ice cream after eight.
Maitre’d: Tonight’s dessert is gelatin, Monsieur, I am afraid you are in error.
A. Cross: Close enough, but be quick about it. (Maitre’d quickly EXITS, plugging his ears as he passes by Miss Softly.) (to Miss Softly) You’re going to love the dessert portions here. HUGE, sweetheart. We’ll share it, with some to spare. (the most crass chuckle possible should be made here. In fact, casting the role of Cross should rely only upon the actor’s ability to crassly chuckle as Cross can.)
M. Qwdari: It should only be a moment, my darling John (gripping the man’s hand so tight the circulation loss has rendered it pale)
John B.: (Grimly nods, before raising an eyebrow in the direction of the toilet, the real toilet.)
M. Qwdari: How rude of me. Excuse yourself… (John has already arisen and begun taking off) But do hurry back.
([ENTER MATRE’D] who collides directly into the retreating John B. while carrying a large platter of quivering blue gelatin with a bill sat precariously atop it. The dessert and the two men go flying then crashing to the ground. Miss Qwdari, arising quickly at the prospect of her victim for the night being put in possible danger, inadvertently steps her right leg directly into the mass of blue goop.)
John B. (On the ground, covered in blue goop himself): (to Maitre’d, which is perfectly acceptable as well as legal, since he is addressing another man and not a female) Why, you should watch where you… (upon seeing that Miss Qwdari’s high-heeled foot has been trapped in the mess) Oh, dear… (again, addressed to himself about miss Qwdari, not necessarily to her, he crawls over the floor to Miss Qwdari’s shoe and begins clearing away the gelatinous mass)
A. Cross: Imbecile! You’ve gone and ruined my date.
M. Softly: (while hum/singing along to So I Impregnated You Bitch But I Can’t Speak to You Bitch, by Lil Waif) IT’S OKAY, ABY. I ONLY LIKE RED GELATIN ANYHOW’S
A. Cross: PRECISELY! What the devil is with the blue monstrosity that you bring us? I say it’s fit for the floor, if you ask me (loudly pounding the table with his ham fists)!
(All the while John B. is still clearing away at the azure jello tower heaped upon his date’s pump.)
M. Qwdari: (In near hysterics and fanning her face with an open hand) More quickly, John, I think it’s TINTING my ankles! (John. B. looks to one goo-stuffed hand and then the other before discarding handfuls of the stuff into his mouth with apparent relish)
A. Cross: Bring me the bill! We’re leaving, but I insist upon paying so as to make me even more angry than I already was!
Matre’d: (finally getting up from the ground, after what appeared to have been a nap, stands, calmly wipes the jello off off his suit and flings it from his hands before leaving with a huff and a momentary look of disgust at poor John B. eating his way dangerously close to the inner-foot-filling of the ruined gelatin dessert)
John B.: (through a blue-tinted mouth full of gelatin) And bring another one of these, TO GO, PLEASE!
(the 8 minute instrumental outro to So I Impregnated You Bitch But I Can’t Speak to You Bitch plays out over the character’s FREEZE FRAME before curtain drops)
- [INTERMISSION] -
:tup:
You quote a Matriarch post, but the response is all about me… How does that work? Do I need to tell you to hop off again, or what? Every time I try to be civil with you, you decide to have my name all up in your mouth alongside matters that do not concern me. Stop name-dropping to stay relevant. Get your shit together, Hax.
I’m not sure what you’re trying to say here. Would you mind reiterating?
lol matriarch
the only reason people agree with your posts is because they think youre a girl. I am flattered by the attention you show me tho :">
at my dads for the weekend and first night went horribly, baby wouldnt sleep til 2 am cause my dad keeps the house EFFING HOT
Racist.
Uh, not really. I agree with them because, y’know, they’re nearly always spot on. Gender is not a factor in that for me.
If you’re human, that’s about all I need to acknowledge what you accomplished or failed at.
Equal-oppurtunity!
Clearly that protest isnt getting very much traction. Because as someone who lives an hour away from cleveland, this is the first I’ve heard of Native Americans being audibly ass hurt about the Indians logo. I mean I always though it was kinda offputting in it’s own way, but I’ve never heard people bitching about it.
As a Brit I’m still confused that the redskins thing is only just now becoming an issue
Nah, that was a Rising Jaguar, bruh.
nikeSBstunna ducking Vitor bro! He scared! He running scared bro! He no want to fight Vitor!
Lol that guy. I didn’t think I need to say that, but fine:
“They keep doing it because you guys throw hissy fits about being an 09er” & taking offense. Like 3 guys in a row there.
Has Snaaaake saying you guys are 09ers stopped you from going to… hahaha! That goes into that one guy’s thing: “you play fighting games, I’ve won tournaments. You like animays, I had sex with cosplayers” but anything more out of that same guy is fleshlight/up his butt yuna staff so you’re better off not-. but I don’t know about what you’ve been to, locals, whatever since you never said so, just saying smash even - why not talk about that, which could be fun/funny as I’ve heard those before from the legit players and stories, so just assumptions like from your end and that other comment about they don’t play them anymore. Which is true. Guy hating on my game said he plays the CPU, once, a year. But he’s an expert on what makes SF, SF. Circle jerk, starting with an ignorant jerk. But you’re saying you play them and keep them alive/respect the classics, which is not true. There’s plenty of pushback with “our big money new game is how you can even have room in our big ballroom to play your old man, ugly games,” $50 venue fee at a college? That’s cold and is some ugly auditorium dark room? even walking by passing comments about shit sucks, why do they play this, now SF4… blah blah.
Just make sure to notice how silly these “sf4 be the best” guys are. They think they have to only play that one. Nope. “GG+R is coming? Finally I can stop pretending I like SF4!” front page comment. Top comment.
Shoulda ran it by me
Phantom vs Combo_Knight “Photoshop-Off”?
You think you’re ready??? :wgrin:
Btw, I should be getting an iMac desktop on Monday. FINALLY.
Student Discounts >*