And now he knows...the Rest of the Story... - by jtr7
june gloom on 3/3/2009 at 04:30
what's koki have to do with this
Yakoob on 3/3/2009 at 09:13
ahahhahaha shush dethtoll, you got fukken pwned there, take it like a man :D
june gloom on 3/3/2009 at 09:58
if by "fukken pwned" you mean "given a cheap shot by some asshole which is promptly laughed at by some other asshole" then yes, i have been fukken pwned
(psst i don't need aspergers- diagnosed either by myself or by some random chucklefuck in between his browsing kindergarten websites for masturbation material- to be a socially stunted asshole)
fett on 3/3/2009 at 13:17
Somehow I've lost the plot itt.
Yakoob on 3/3/2009 at 13:44
Quote Posted by dethtoll
if by "fukken pwned" you mean "given a cheap shot by some asshole which is promptly laughed at by some other asshole" then yes, i have been fukken pwned
(psst i don't need aspergers- diagnosed either by myself or by some random chucklefuck in between his browsing kindergarten websites for masturbation material- to be a socially stunted asshole)
ASPRAGE
chill out, the comment was witty and throwing a tantrum over it just further proves his point :D
june gloom on 3/3/2009 at 17:25
oh okay i'll write a note reminding myself to laugh
i'm sorry but "take it like a man" has very different connotations here than in the rest of the world
fett on 3/3/2009 at 18:33
I'm pretty sure he meant it the way you're thinking.
demagogue on 3/3/2009 at 23:30
For fuck sake, do you guys have to piss on every other thread over who is the bigger fagyodel?
Can't you see Paul Harvey is DEAD?!!
AR Master on 4/3/2009 at 00:41
Quote Posted by demagogue
For fuck sake, do you guys have to piss on every other thread over who is the bigger fagyodel?
Can't you see Paul Harvey is DEAD?!!
"heh", demagogue smirked, as he tipped his fedora. This argument was as good as won. With deft strokes on the keyboard, he circled his opponent like a hungry tiger, ready to pounce.
There they were: three letters calling someone, anyone, a fag. But this wasn't going to be another pedestrian insult for the plebes to gawk at. Oh no. He was going for the high score. The illustrious
double stroke.
His heart racing, pounding against his ribcage, he carefully picked the next word. What could possibly top the already genius "fag" in such a way that let everyone know he was both witty on par with Oscar Wilde, yet detatched just enough to demonstrate that he cared least, for he truely had no fucks to give.
A stroke of genius. He sharply inhaled, unsure of how he came to this conclusion, only that he had. It was as if he had a winning lottery ticket and could not believe the number sequence was actually a winner. With a careful finger, he slowly poked out the last two syllables, his creation thus complete.
"Fagyodel". There it was. The ruby on the glorious golden crown that was his posting career. Generations of men would tremble before its beauty, wondering what god of men could have delivered such a masterstroke with such elegence, such grace, such elan. Philosophers would pore over every morpheme, debating whether mere compound words were truely indicitive of a higher power.
He clicked the post button. His place in history cemented. Thus finished, he wiped his brow and tilted his Soviet-badged hipflask, sipping on the finest vodka Walgreen's offered.
"Time to get fucked up," he said with a sly grin
