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:whistle: I saw the worst bands of my generation
Applied by magic marker to drywall
I should be allowed to shoot my mouth off
I should have a call-in show
every person who doesn't like an acquired taste always seems to think everyone who likes it is faking it. it should be an official fallacy.
I think. I almost threw. My shoulder out. Playing Whiffle Ball. Yesterday.
What is whiffle ball and how did you almost throw your shoulder out? And. Is. Putting. Periods. in. our. sentences. how . we. show. pain. and handicappedness. of. limbs. required. for typing?
It seriously bothers me that everyone in the Watchmen thread relates to, idolizes, and praises most the characters of The Comedian and Rorschach. I'd call the latter worship, even, and it makes me sick.
I think. I almost threw. My shoulder out. Playing Whiffle Ball. Yesterday.
What is whiffle ball and how did you almost throw your shoulder out? And. Is. Putting. Periods. in. our. sentences. how . we. show. pain. and handicappedness. of. limbs. required. for typing?
It seriously bothers me that everyone in the Watchmen thread relates to, idolizes, and praises most the characters of The Comedian and Rorschach. I'd call the latter worship, even, and it makes me sick.
It's because we're all dead on the inside and we blame the world for our own personal faults.
So, I had a dream last night where I killed someone. I was part of a tandem assassination, and my partner and I cleaned out the facility well-enough at the start of things by tripping an alarm. We were making our way to the stairwell and saw very little of anyone else -- first someone, who my partner shot in the neck, and then a second someone whom he shot in the forehead. Each time, I was scrambling with my pistol but couldn't properly cock it, much less aim or fire.
We had the misfortune of running across a woman in riot gear coming down the stairs. My partner wrestled with her, and I fired one shot that failed to penetrate her body armor. He had her entirely subdued, and since his hands were full he told me to shoot her, put her down, do it execution-style through the chink in the armor. I could see her bare skin at the top of the back, between the helmet and the vest. The pistol was slippery -- my hands kept slipping off it as I tried to pull the barrel back to prep it, and then when I fired the shot I hit too low and it wasn't lethal.
The blood was so deeply-hued that it looked more purple than red, honestly. She screamed, and he screamed, and I dropped the pistol as I struggled to get it right again, and then I pressed the muzzle against the base of her neck again and pitched it upwards, hoping this time to do it right and blast the nervous nodes instead of just putting a hole betwixt her ribs. Shot went off, the point of entry was sort of under a flap of skin from me pushing the barrel so tightly against her. This aggravated the recoil, and I sprained my wrist as the pistol clattered against the floor.
She was dead. My partner dropped her. I picked up my pistol, and we continued.
So, I had a dream last night where I killed someone. I was part of a tandem assassination, and my partner and I cleaned out the facility well-enough at the start of things by tripping an alarm. We were making our way to the stairwell and saw very little of anyone else -- first someone, who my partner shot in the neck, and then a second someone whom he shot in the forehead. Each time, I was scrambling with my pistol but couldn't properly cock it, much less aim or fire.
We had the misfortune of running across a woman in riot gear coming down the stairs. My partner wrestled with her, and I fired one shot that failed to penetrate her body armor. He had her entirely subdued, and since his hands were full he told me to shoot her, put her down, do it execution-style through the chink in the armor. I could see her bare skin at the top of the back, between the helmet and the vest. The pistol was slippery -- my hands kept slipping off it as I tried to pull the barrel back to prep it, and then when I fired the shot I hit too low and it wasn't lethal.
The blood was so deeply-hued that it looked more purple than red, honestly. She screamed, and he screamed, and I dropped the pistol as I struggled to get it right again, and then I pressed the muzzle against the base of her neck again and pitched it upwards, hoping this time to do it right and blast the nervous nodes instead of just putting a hole betwixt her ribs. Shot went off, the point of entry was sort of under a flap of skin from me pushing the barrel so tightly against her. This aggravated the recoil, and I sprained my wrist as the pistol clattered against the floor.
She was dead. My partner dropped her. I picked up my pistol, and we continued.
Hey me too. Are you lucid at all Oboro? Mine wasn't as intense because it involved mostly creepy things happening in an abandoned mall type building and the someone was that pink bloody bunny suit from Silent Hill 3. I was in a mall type place with other freaky shit and that thing kept walking toward me all slow and creepy. It was midget sized though kind of like tonberry or a chucky doll. There was also a bigger creepy silent hill esque girl thing with knives and other such badness that I really wasn't in the mood to deal with.
After I figured I didn't want to find out what my brain had in store for me with the little bloody weird/slow walking doll I grabbed it by it's ears and proceeded to bash it into the floor cave man style or in a fashion very similar to the throw in Turtles In Time. Over the shoulder into the ground again and again and then I threw it at the weird lady thing and left.
So, I had a dream last night where I killed someone. I was part of a tandem assassination, and my partner and I cleaned out the facility well-enough at the start of things by tripping an alarm. We were making our way to the stairwell and saw very little of anyone else -- first someone, who my partner shot in the neck, and then a second someone whom he shot in the forehead. Each time, I was scrambling with my pistol but couldn't properly cock it, much less aim or fire.
We had the misfortune of running across a woman in riot gear coming down the stairs. My partner wrestled with her, and I fired one shot that failed to penetrate her body armor. He had her entirely subdued, and since his hands were full he told me to shoot her, put her down, do it execution-style through the chink in the armor. I could see her bare skin at the top of the back, between the helmet and the vest. The pistol was slippery -- my hands kept slipping off it as I tried to pull the barrel back to prep it, and then when I fired the shot I hit too low and it wasn't lethal.
The blood was so deeply-hued that it looked more purple than red, honestly. She screamed, and he screamed, and I dropped the pistol as I struggled to get it right again, and then I pressed the muzzle against the base of her neck again and pitched it upwards, hoping this time to do it right and blast the nervous nodes instead of just putting a hole betwixt her ribs. Shot went off, the point of entry was sort of under a flap of skin from me pushing the barrel so tightly against her. This aggravated the recoil, and I sprained my wrist as the pistol clattered against the floor.
She was dead. My partner dropped her. I picked up my pistol, and we continued.
Thats the last time I take you on a late night killing spree.
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Ryadick
pleasepaypreacher.net
popping the bubble only made this harder, yet I couldn't resist
COME OUT, YOU STUPID PILL
Wait, what? I was suppose to make the new chat? Hell I'm at work and got busy.
To late failadic.
pleasepaypreacher.net
You made post #1553, as decreed by Elki.
the "no true scotch man" fallacy.
boob
melon
The last -- not so much. If it was just about 'melons,' cantaloupes would have served much better.
What is whiffle ball and how did you almost throw your shoulder out? And. Is. Putting. Periods. in. our. sentences. how . we. show. pain. and handicappedness. of. limbs. required. for typing?
This [chat] is not subtle.
the "no true scotch man" fallacy.
pleasepaypreacher.net
I do not like subtle boobs anyways, they should be Blatantly Obvious! :P
OMG I just realized little red riding hood's hood looks like a giant boob also!
And that kitten's is so cute.
four eared kittie
Man that is shopped more then the dude with 2 dongs.
pleasepaypreacher.net
It's dangerous to go alone. Take this.
the "no true scotch man" fallacy.
It was being reported in few real news sources and whatnot
it's the best I could do for 'sweater kittens'
plus, so cute!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Whiffle_ball
I can't spell but long story short I swing for the motherfucking fences. And it hurts.
(the thing about wiffle ball is that the ball never goes far)
It's because we're all dead on the inside and we blame the world for our own personal faults.
We had the misfortune of running across a woman in riot gear coming down the stairs. My partner wrestled with her, and I fired one shot that failed to penetrate her body armor. He had her entirely subdued, and since his hands were full he told me to shoot her, put her down, do it execution-style through the chink in the armor. I could see her bare skin at the top of the back, between the helmet and the vest. The pistol was slippery -- my hands kept slipping off it as I tried to pull the barrel back to prep it, and then when I fired the shot I hit too low and it wasn't lethal.
The blood was so deeply-hued that it looked more purple than red, honestly. She screamed, and he screamed, and I dropped the pistol as I struggled to get it right again, and then I pressed the muzzle against the base of her neck again and pitched it upwards, hoping this time to do it right and blast the nervous nodes instead of just putting a hole betwixt her ribs. Shot went off, the point of entry was sort of under a flap of skin from me pushing the barrel so tightly against her. This aggravated the recoil, and I sprained my wrist as the pistol clattered against the floor.
She was dead. My partner dropped her. I picked up my pistol, and we continued.
Oh, I thought you were going for "pussy."
pleasepaypreacher.net
The one with the flags.
Hey me too. Are you lucid at all Oboro? Mine wasn't as intense because it involved mostly creepy things happening in an abandoned mall type building and the someone was that pink bloody bunny suit from Silent Hill 3. I was in a mall type place with other freaky shit and that thing kept walking toward me all slow and creepy. It was midget sized though kind of like tonberry or a chucky doll. There was also a bigger creepy silent hill esque girl thing with knives and other such badness that I really wasn't in the mood to deal with.
After I figured I didn't want to find out what my brain had in store for me with the little bloody weird/slow walking doll I grabbed it by it's ears and proceeded to bash it into the floor cave man style or in a fashion very similar to the throw in Turtles In Time. Over the shoulder into the ground again and again and then I threw it at the weird lady thing and left.
Thats the last time I take you on a late night killing spree.