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PenguinOfDooom

hi every1!!

hi every1 im new!!!!!!! *holds up spork* my name is katy but u can
call me t3h PeNgU1N oF d00m!!!!!!!! lol...as u can see im very random!!!!
thats why i came here, 2 meet random ppl like me ^_^... im 13 years old
(im mature 4 my age tho!!) i like 2 watch  invader zim w/ my girlfreind
(im bi if u don't like it deal w/it) its our favorite tv show!!! bcuz its
SOOOO random!!!! shes random 2 of course but i want 2 meet more random
ppl =) like they say the more the merrier!!!! lol...neways i hope 2 make
alot of freinds here so give me lots of commentses!!!!

DOOOOOMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <--- me bein random again ^_^ hehe...toodles!!!!!

love and waffles,

* ~t3h PeNgU1N oF d00m~*
Omustardo

Re: hi every1!!

PenguinOfDooom wrote:
hi every1 im new!!!!!!! *holds up spork* my name is katy but u can
call me t3h PeNgU1N oF d00m!!!!!!!! lol...as u can see im very random!!!!
thats why i came here, 2 meet random ppl like me ^_^... im 13 years old
(im mature 4 my age tho!!) i like 2 watch  invader zim w/ my girlfreind
(im bi if u don't like it deal w/it) its our favorite tv show!!! bcuz its
SOOOO random!!!! shes random 2 of course but i want 2 meet more random
ppl =) like they say the more the merrier!!!! lol...neways i hope 2 make
alot of freinds here so give me lots of commentses!!!!

DOOOOOMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <--- me bein random again ^_^ hehe...toodles!!!!!

love and waffles,

* ~t3h PeNgU1N oF d00m~*


Lesbians/BI's are a turn on, be careful around here, lots of sexual predators.
Scarlet_Blade

Yeah, and ummm don't post so much personal information, you might turn Shrooms or Skammy on... :/
Omustardo

I'm actually curious as to how you found out about this site...
Toxic_Ninja

Omustardo wrote:
I'm actually curious as to how you found out about this site...

It's on the title page to the map, you messy noob. Come on, does noone read that shit? It took me a while to make.


In addition, to the woman. Go away. Your generic-ility pisses me off.
"I'm bi, even though I never kissed a guy." Get laid, then you can talk.
"I liek invador zim, because it has purty colors and slapstick humor." You don't even understand the deep rooted meaning behind the show.
Next person to use my name in their comment likes male reproductive organ.
Omustardo

Toxic_Ninja wrote:
Omustardo wrote:
I'm actually curious as to how you found out about this site...

It's on the title page to the map, you messy noob. Come on, does noone read that Soggy Waffles? It took me a while to make.


In addition, to the woman. Go away. Your generic-ility pisses me off.
"I'm bi, even though I never kissed a guy." Get laid, then you can talk.
"I liek invador zim, because it has purty colors and slapstick humor." You don't even understand the deep rooted meaning behind the show.
Next person to use my name in their comment likes male reproductive organs.


Nobody used your name.

Also, I read it, but this person doesn't seem like the kind of person I would imagine playing ITT.
PenguinOfDooom

All in all, it hadn't been a good day. Bad traffic, a malfunctioning computer, incompetent coworkers and a sore back all made me a seething cauldron of rage. But more importantly for this story, it had been over forty-eight hours since I'd last taken a dump. I'd tried to jumpstart the process, beginning my day with a bowl of bowel-cleansing fiber cereal, following it with six cups of coffee at work, and adding a bean-laden lunch at Taco Bell. As I was returning home from work, my insides let me know with subtle rumbles and the emission of the occasional tiny fart that Big Things would be happening soon. Alas, I had to stop at the mall to pick up an order for my wife. I completed this task, and as I was walking past the stores on my way back to the car, I noticed a large sale sign proclaiming, "Everything Must Go!" This was prophetic, for my colon informed me with a sudden violent cramp and a wet, squeaky fart that everything was indeed about to go. I hurried to the mall bathroom. I surveyed the five stalls, which I have numbered 0 through 4 (I write a lot of software) for your convenience:

0.Occupied

1.Clean, but Bathroom Protocol forbids its use, as it's next to the occupied one.

2.Poo on seat.

3.Poo and toilet paper in bowl, unidentifiable liquid splattered on seat.

4.No toilet paper, no stall door, unidentifiable sticky object near base of toilet.

Clearly, it had to be Stall #1. I trudged back, entered, dropped trou and sat down. I'm normally a fairly Shameful s**tter. I wasn't happy about being next to the occupied stall, but Big Things were afoot.

I was just getting ready to bear down when all of a sudden the sweet sounds of Beethoven came from next door, followed by a fumbling, and then the sound of a voice answering the ringing phone. As usual for a cell phone conversation, the voice was exactly 8 dB louder than it needed to be. Out of Shameful habit, my sphincter slammed shut. The inane conversation went on and on. Mr. s**tter was blathering to Mrs. s**tter about the s**tty day he had. I sat there, cramping and miserable, waiting for him to finish. As the loud conversation dragged on, I became angrier and angrier, thinking that I, too, had a crappy day, but I was too polite to yak about in public. My bowels let me know in no uncertain terms that if I didn't get crapping soon, my day would be getting even crappier.

Finally my anger reached a point that overcame Shamefulness. I no longer cared. I gripped the toilet paper holder in one hand, braced my other hand against the side of the stall, and pushed with all my might. I was rewarded with a fart of colossal magnitude -- a cross between the sound of someone ripping a very wet bed sheet in half and of plywood being torn off a wall. The sound gradually transitioned into a heavily modulated low-RPM tone, not unlike someone firing up a Harley. I managed to hit resonance frequency of the stall, and it shook gently.

Once my ass cheeks stopped flapping in the breeze, three things became apparent: (1) The next-door conversation had ceased; (2) my colon's continued seizing indicated that there was more to come; and (3) the bathroom was now beset by a horrible, eldritch stench.

It was as if a gateway to Hell had been opened. The foul miasma quickly made its way under the stall and began choking my poop-mate. This initial "herald" fart had ended his conversation in mid-sentence.

"Oh my God," I heard him utter, following it with the suppressed sounds of choking, and then, "No, baby, that wasn't me (cough, gag), you could hear that (gag)??"

Now there was no stopping me. I pushed for all I was worth. I could swear that in the resulting cacophony of rips, squirts, splashes, poots, and blasts, I was actually lifted slightly off the pot. The amount of stuff in me was incredible. It sprayed against the bowl with tremendous force. Later, in surveying the damage, I'd see that liquid poop had actually managed to ricochet out of the bowl and run down the side on to the floor. But for now, all I could do was hang on for the ride.

Next door I could hear fumbling with the paper dispenser as he desperately tried to finish his task. Little snatches of conversation made themselves heard over my anal symphony: "Gotta go... horrible... throw up... in my mouth.... not... make it... tell the kids... love them... oh God..." followed by more sounds of suppressed gagging and retching.

Alas, it is evidently difficulty to hold one's phone and wipe one's bum at the same time. Just as my high-pressure abuse of the toilet was winding down, I heard a plop and splash from next door, followed by a string of swear words and gags. My poop-mate had dropped his phone into the toilet.

There was a lull in my production, and the restroom became deathly quiet. I could envision him standing there, wondering what to do. A final anal announcement came trumpeting from my behind, small chunks plopping noisily into the water. That must have been the last straw. I heard a flush, a fumbling with the lock, and then the stall door was thrown open. I heard him running out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

After a considerable amount of paperwork, I got up and surveyed the damage. I felt bad for the janitor who'd be forced to deal with this, but I knew that flushing was not an option. No toilet in the world could handle that unholy mess. Flushing would only lead to a floor flooded with filth.

As I left, I glanced to the next-door stall. Nothing remained in the bowl. Had he flushed his phone, or had he plucked it out and left the bathroom with nasty unwashed hands? The world will never know.

I exited the bathroom, momentarily proud and Shameless, looking around for a face glaring at me. But I saw no one. I suspect that somehow my supernatural elimination has manged to transfer my Shamefulness to my anonymous poop-mate. I think it'll be a long time before he can bring himself to poop in public -- and I doubt he'll ever again answer his cell phone in the loo. And this, my friends, is why you should never talk on your phone in the bathroom.
Scarlet_Blade

...
killachicken2

Toxic_Ninja wrote:
Omustardo wrote:
I'm actually curious as to how you found out about this site...

It's on the title page to the map, you messy noob. Come on, does noone read that Soggy Waffles? It took me a while to make.


In addition, to the woman. Go away. Your generic-ility pisses me off.
"I'm bi, even though I never kissed a guy." Get laid, then you can talk.
"I liek invador zim, because it has purty colors and slapstick humor." You don't even understand the deep rooted meaning behind the show.
Next person to use my name in their comment likes male reproductive organs.

a warm welcome, as to be expected of the mighty toxic_noodle

don't mind him. hes a sexually deprived homo. welcome to the forums.
do u play on US east???
PL0X_J33BUS

Re: hi every1!!

PenguinOfDooom wrote:
hi every1 im new!!!!!!! *holds up spork* my name is katy but u can
call me t3h PeNgU1N oF d00m!!!!!!!! lol...as u can see im very random!!!!
thats why i came here, 2 meet random ppl like me ^_^... im 13 years old
(im mature 4 my age tho!!) i like 2 watch  invader zim w/ my girlfreind
(im bi if u don't like it deal w/it) its our favorite tv show!!! bcuz its
SOOOO random!!!! shes random 2 of course but i want 2 meet more random
ppl =) like they say the more the merrier!!!! lol...neways i hope 2 make
alot of freinds here so give me lots of commentses!!!!

DOOOOOMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <--- me bein random again ^_^ hehe...toodles!!!!!

love and waffles,

* ~t3h PeNgU1N oF d00m~*


I Kno who u R !!
Toxic_Ninja

killachicken2 wrote:
Toxic_Ninja wrote:
Omustardo wrote:
I'm actually curious as to how you found out about this site...

It's on the title page to the map, you messy noob. Come on, does noone read that Soggy Waffles? It took me a while to make.


In addition, to the woman. Go away. Your generic-ility pisses me off.
"I'm bi, even though I never kissed a guy." Get laid, then you can talk.
"I liek invador zim, because it has purty colors and slapstick humor." You don't even understand the deep rooted meaning behind the show.
Next person to use my name in their comment likes male reproductive organs.

a warm welcome, as to be expected of the mighty toxic_noodle

don't mind him. hes a sexually deprived homo. welcome to the forums.
do u play on US east???

Stop being horney, male reproductive organ licker.
kabigon

Re: hi every1!!

PL0X_J33BUS wrote:
PenguinOfDooom wrote:
hi every1 im new!!!!!!! *holds up spork* my name is katy but u can
call me t3h PeNgU1N oF d00m!!!!!!!! lol...as u can see im very random!!!!
thats why i came here, 2 meet random ppl like me ^_^... im 13 years old
(im mature 4 my age tho!!) i like 2 watch  invader zim w/ my girlfreind
(im bi if u don't like it deal w/it) its our favorite tv show!!! bcuz its
SOOOO random!!!! shes random 2 of course but i want 2 meet more random
ppl =) like they say the more the merrier!!!! lol...neways i hope 2 make
alot of freinds here so give me lots of commentses!!!!

DOOOOOMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <--- me bein random again ^_^ hehe...toodles!!!!!

love and waffles,

* ~t3h PeNgU1N oF d00m~*


I Kno who u R !!


Identical IP address?
sheeptag3

girl on girl action ftw. feel free to join us any time >=D
killachicken2

Toxic_Ninja wrote:
killachicken2 wrote:
Toxic_Ninja wrote:
Omustardo wrote:
I'm actually curious as to how you found out about this site...

It's on the title page to the map, you messy noob. Come on, does noone read that Soggy Waffles? It took me a while to make.


In addition, to the woman. Go away. Your generic-ility pisses me off.
"I'm bi, even though I never kissed a guy." Get laid, then you can talk.
"I liek invador zim, because it has purty colors and slapstick humor." You don't even understand the deep rooted meaning behind the show.
Next person to use my name in their comment likes male reproductive organs.

a warm welcome, as to be expected of the mighty toxic_noodle

don't mind him. hes a sexually deprived homo. welcome to the forums.
do u play on US east???

Stop being horney, male reproductive organs licker.

your ugly
EatShrooms65

I already used the penguin of doom here faggot. You are 4 months beat, get out.
PenguinOfDooom

EatShrooms65 wrote:
I already used the penguin of doom here faggot. You are 4 months beat, get out.


Greetings, everyone. I am new. (One second - let me get this spork out of the way.) My name is Katy, but you can call me the Penguin of Doom. (I'm laughing aloud.) As you can plainly see, my actions have no pattern whatsoever. That is why I have come here. To meet similarly patternless individuals, such as myself.

I am 13 - mature for my age, however! - and I enjoy watching Invader Zim with my girlfriend. (I am bisexual. Please approach this subject maturely.) It is our favorite television show, as it adequately displays stochastic manners of behavior such as we possess.

She behaves without order - of course - but I wish to meet more individuals of her and my kind. As the saying goes, "the more, the merrier."

Ah, it is to laugh. Anyway, I hope to make many friends here, so please comment freely.

DOOOOOOOOOM!

That is simply one of many examples of my random actions. Ha, ha. Fare thee well. I wish you much love and waffles.

Yours,

The Penguin of Doom.
EatShrooms65

genmay fagatron
sheeptag3

EatShrooms65 wrote:
genmay fagatron


O.o
Ghost_Snake

I am not spamming.
Toxic_Ninja

Alright moop, you're boring me now.
Scarlet_Blade

Waffles gives it away much? Neutral
EatShrooms65

Moop is on genmay? I can't believe they excepted him with his 4chan praising.
ELF_Saiyan

PenguinOfDooom wrote:
All in all, it hadn't been a good day. Bad traffic, a malfunctioning computer, incompetent coworkers and a sore back all made me a seething cauldron of rage. But more importantly for this story, it had been over forty-eight hours since I'd last taken a dump. I'd tried to jumpstart the process, beginning my day with a bowl of bowel-cleansing fiber cereal, following it with six cups of coffee at work, and adding a bean-laden lunch at Taco Bell. As I was returning home from work, my insides let me know with subtle rumbles and the emission of the occasional tiny fart that Big Things would be happening soon. Alas, I had to stop at the mall to pick up an order for my wife. I completed this task, and as I was walking past the stores on my way back to the car, I noticed a large sale sign proclaiming, "Everything Must Go!" This was prophetic, for my colon informed me with a sudden violent cramp and a wet, squeaky fart that everything was indeed about to go. I hurried to the mall bathroom. I surveyed the five stalls, which I have numbered 0 through 4 (I write a lot of software) for your convenience:

0.Occupied

1.Clean, but Bathroom Protocol forbids its use, as it's next to the occupied one.

2.Poo on seat.

3.Poo and toilet paper in bowl, unidentifiable liquid splattered on seat.

4.No toilet paper, no stall door, unidentifiable sticky object near base of toilet.

Clearly, it had to be Stall #1. I trudged back, entered, dropped trou and sat down. I'm normally a fairly Shameful s**tter. I wasn't happy about being next to the occupied stall, but Big Things were afoot.

I was just getting ready to bear down when all of a sudden the sweet sounds of Beethoven came from next door, followed by a fumbling, and then the sound of a voice answering the ringing phone. As usual for a cell phone conversation, the voice was exactly 8 dB louder than it needed to be. Out of Shameful habit, my sphincter slammed shut. The inane conversation went on and on. Mr. s**tter was blathering to Mrs. s**tter about the s**tty day he had. I sat there, cramping and miserable, waiting for him to finish. As the loud conversation dragged on, I became angrier and angrier, thinking that I, too, had a crappy day, but I was too polite to yak about in public. My bowels let me know in no uncertain terms that if I didn't get crapping soon, my day would be getting even crappier.

Finally my anger reached a point that overcame Shamefulness. I no longer cared. I gripped the toilet paper holder in one hand, braced my other hand against the side of the stall, and pushed with all my might. I was rewarded with a fart of colossal magnitude -- a cross between the sound of someone ripping a very wet bed sheet in half and of plywood being torn off a wall. The sound gradually transitioned into a heavily modulated low-RPM tone, not unlike someone firing up a Harley. I managed to hit resonance frequency of the stall, and it shook gently.

Once my ass cheeks stopped flapping in the breeze, three things became apparent: (1) The next-door conversation had ceased; (2) my colon's continued seizing indicated that there was more to come; and (3) the bathroom was now beset by a horrible, eldritch stench.

It was as if a gateway to Hell had been opened. The foul miasma quickly made its way under the stall and began choking my poop-mate. This initial "herald" fart had ended his conversation in mid-sentence.

"Oh my God," I heard him utter, following it with the suppressed sounds of choking, and then, "No, baby, that wasn't me (cough, gag), you could hear that (gag)??"

Now there was no stopping me. I pushed for all I was worth. I could swear that in the resulting cacophony of rips, squirts, splashes, poots, and blasts, I was actually lifted slightly off the pot. The amount of stuff in me was incredible. It sprayed against the bowl with tremendous force. Later, in surveying the damage, I'd see that liquid poop had actually managed to ricochet out of the bowl and run down the side on to the floor. But for now, all I could do was hang on for the ride.

Next door I could hear fumbling with the paper dispenser as he desperately tried to finish his task. Little snatches of conversation made themselves heard over my anal symphony: "Gotta go... horrible... throw up... in my mouth.... not... make it... tell the kids... love them... oh God..." followed by more sounds of suppressed gagging and retching.

Alas, it is evidently difficulty to hold one's phone and wipe one's bum at the same time. Just as my high-pressure abuse of the toilet was winding down, I heard a plop and splash from next door, followed by a string of swear words and gags. My poop-mate had dropped his phone into the toilet.

There was a lull in my production, and the restroom became deathly quiet. I could envision him standing there, wondering what to do. A final anal announcement came trumpeting from my behind, small chunks plopping noisily into the water. That must have been the last straw. I heard a flush, a fumbling with the lock, and then the stall door was thrown open. I heard him running out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

After a considerable amount of paperwork, I got up and surveyed the damage. I felt bad for the janitor who'd be forced to deal with this, but I knew that flushing was not an option. No toilet in the world could handle that unholy mess. Flushing would only lead to a floor flooded with filth.

As I left, I glanced to the next-door stall. Nothing remained in the bowl. Had he flushed his phone, or had he plucked it out and left the bathroom with nasty unwashed hands? The world will never know.

I exited the bathroom, momentarily proud and Shameless, looking around for a face glaring at me. But I saw no one. I suspect that somehow my supernatural elimination has manged to transfer my Shamefulness to my anonymous poop-mate. I think it'll be a long time before he can bring himself to poop in public -- and I doubt he'll ever again answer his cell phone in the loo. And this, my friends, is why you should never talk on your phone in the bathroom.


did nobody else think this was fukin hilarious?
Moop

For all of you who don't get it genmay is an anagram for gaymen
Toxic_Ninja

ELF_Saiyan wrote:
PenguinOfDooom wrote:
All in all, it hadn't been a good day. Bad traffic, a malfunctioning computer, incompetent coworkers and a sore back all made me a seething cauldron of rage. But more importantly for this story, it had been over forty-eight hours since I'd last taken a dump. I'd tried to jumpstart the process, beginning my day with a bowl of bowel-cleansing fiber cereal, following it with six cups of coffee at work, and adding a bean-laden lunch at Taco Bell. As I was returning home from work, my insides let me know with subtle rumbles and the emission of the occasional tiny fart that Big Things would be happening soon. Alas, I had to stop at the mall to pick up an order for my wife. I completed this task, and as I was walking past the stores on my way back to the car, I noticed a large sale sign proclaiming, "Everything Must Go!" This was prophetic, for my colon informed me with a sudden violent cramp and a wet, squeaky fart that everything was indeed about to go. I hurried to the mall bathroom. I surveyed the five stalls, which I have numbered 0 through 4 (I write a lot of software) for your convenience:

0.Occupied

1.Clean, but Bathroom Protocol forbids its use, as it's next to the occupied one.

2.Poo on seat.

3.Poo and toilet paper in bowl, unidentifiable liquid splattered on seat.

4.No toilet paper, no stall door, unidentifiable sticky object near base of toilet.

Clearly, it had to be Stall #1. I trudged back, entered, dropped trou and sat down. I'm normally a fairly Shameful s**tter. I wasn't happy about being next to the occupied stall, but Big Things were afoot.

I was just getting ready to bear down when all of a sudden the sweet sounds of Beethoven came from next door, followed by a fumbling, and then the sound of a voice answering the ringing phone. As usual for a cell phone conversation, the voice was exactly 8 dB louder than it needed to be. Out of Shameful habit, my sphincter slammed shut. The inane conversation went on and on. Mr. s**tter was blathering to Mrs. s**tter about the s**tty day he had. I sat there, cramping and miserable, waiting for him to finish. As the loud conversation dragged on, I became angrier and angrier, thinking that I, too, had a crappy day, but I was too polite to yak about in public. My bowels let me know in no uncertain terms that if I didn't get crapping soon, my day would be getting even crappier.

Finally my anger reached a point that overcame Shamefulness. I no longer cared. I gripped the toilet paper holder in one hand, braced my other hand against the side of the stall, and pushed with all my might. I was rewarded with a fart of colossal magnitude -- a cross between the sound of someone ripping a very wet bed sheet in half and of plywood being torn off a wall. The sound gradually transitioned into a heavily modulated low-RPM tone, not unlike someone firing up a Harley. I managed to hit resonance frequency of the stall, and it shook gently.

Once my ass cheeks stopped flapping in the breeze, three things became apparent: (1) The next-door conversation had ceased; (2) my colon's continued seizing indicated that there was more to come; and (3) the bathroom was now beset by a horrible, eldritch stench.

It was as if a gateway to Hell had been opened. The foul miasma quickly made its way under the stall and began choking my poop-mate. This initial "herald" fart had ended his conversation in mid-sentence.

"Oh my God," I heard him utter, following it with the suppressed sounds of choking, and then, "No, baby, that wasn't me (cough, gag), you could hear that (gag)??"

Now there was no stopping me. I pushed for all I was worth. I could swear that in the resulting cacophony of rips, squirts, splashes, poots, and blasts, I was actually lifted slightly off the pot. The amount of stuff in me was incredible. It sprayed against the bowl with tremendous force. Later, in surveying the damage, I'd see that liquid poop had actually managed to ricochet out of the bowl and run down the side on to the floor. But for now, all I could do was hang on for the ride.

Next door I could hear fumbling with the paper dispenser as he desperately tried to finish his task. Little snatches of conversation made themselves heard over my anal symphony: "Gotta go... horrible... throw up... in my mouth.... not... make it... tell the kids... love them... oh God..." followed by more sounds of suppressed gagging and retching.

Alas, it is evidently difficulty to hold one's phone and wipe one's bum at the same time. Just as my high-pressure abuse of the toilet was winding down, I heard a plop and splash from next door, followed by a string of swear words and gags. My poop-mate had dropped his phone into the toilet.

There was a lull in my production, and the restroom became deathly quiet. I could envision him standing there, wondering what to do. A final anal announcement came trumpeting from my behind, small chunks plopping noisily into the water. That must have been the last straw. I heard a flush, a fumbling with the lock, and then the stall door was thrown open. I heard him running out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

After a considerable amount of paperwork, I got up and surveyed the damage. I felt bad for the janitor who'd be forced to deal with this, but I knew that flushing was not an option. No toilet in the world could handle that unholy mess. Flushing would only lead to a floor flooded with filth.

As I left, I glanced to the next-door stall. Nothing remained in the bowl. Had he flushed his phone, or had he plucked it out and left the bathroom with nasty unwashed hands? The world will never know.

I exited the bathroom, momentarily proud and Shameless, looking around for a face glaring at me. But I saw no one. I suspect that somehow my supernatural elimination has manged to transfer my Shamefulness to my anonymous poop-mate. I think it'll be a long time before he can bring himself to poop in public -- and I doubt he'll ever again answer his cell phone in the loo. And this, my friends, is why you should never talk on your phone in the bathroom.


did nobody else think this was fukin hilarious?

Seen it before. Its a copapaste. Thats how I knew it was moop.
Moop

Its all been copypasta. I am surprised no one else recognized it.
I was going to post loli guro copypasta but decided that was probabley against the rules.
Toxic_Ninja

Moop wrote:
Its all been copypasta. I am surprised no one else recognized it.
I was going to post loli guro copypasta but decided that was probabley against the rules.

I've never seen the katy one.
This is my favorite ones.

skamigo

I'm very turned on now, come visit me with your gf, and I'll find a bf, so we can do some fun stuff Smile
kabigon

omg toxic, post some more of those. freaking hilarious
skamigo

not dumbledore!!!!!  Crying or Very sad  Crying or Very sad  Crying or Very sad
Moop

www.copypasta.org
Toxic_Ninja

I don't have any more of THAT level of epic caliber, but I have some epic threads.




Moop

Someone trolls /v/
Scarlet_Blade

Lol.
Toxic_Ninja

Moop wrote:
Someone trolls /v/

/r/ actually, I get a lot of requests for legendary threads.
Omustardo

Toxic_Ninja wrote:
Moop wrote:
Someone trolls /v/

/r/ actually, I get a lot of requests for legendary threads.


4chan is a ces pool of midless blabber of those whos brains are slowly and painfully detiriorating.
Toxic_Ninja

Omustardo wrote:
Toxic_Ninja wrote:
Moop wrote:
Someone trolls /v/

/r/ actually, I get a lot of requests for legendary threads.


4chan is a ces pool of midless blabber of those whos brains are slowly and painfully detiriorating.

Everything other than /b/ is mostly tame.
PL0X_J33BUS

Toxic_Ninja wrote:
Omustardo wrote:
Toxic_Ninja wrote:
Moop wrote:
Someone trolls /v/

/r/ actually, I get a lot of requests for legendary threads.


4chan is a ces pool of midless blabber of those whos brains are slowly and painfully detiriorating.

Everything other than /b/ is mostly tame.

/r/ isn't that tame...But it's arguably much better than /b/
Toxic_Ninja

PL0X_J33BUS wrote:
Toxic_Ninja wrote:
Omustardo wrote:
Toxic_Ninja wrote:
Moop wrote:
Someone trolls /v/

/r/ actually, I get a lot of requests for legendary threads.


4chan is a ces pool of midless blabber of those whos brains are slowly and painfully detiriorating.

Everything other than /b/ is mostly tame.

/r/ isn't that tame...But it's arguably much better than /b/

Well arguments don't erupt over stupid things. Someone requests and either 1. its against the rules. 2. it gets fulfilled. 3. it doesn't, and they bitch for 20 min but noone cares.
killachicken2

ya so this katy person was moop right?
Omustardo

You're awfully slow on the uptake.
PL0X_J33BUS

killachicken2

Omustardo wrote:
You're awfully slow on the uptake.

you're awfully slow at growing. *cough 5' 4' cough* your like 12 yrs old?
Moop

Omustardo wrote:
Toxic_Ninja wrote:
Moop wrote:
Someone trolls /v/

/r/ actually, I get a lot of requests for legendary threads.


4chan is a ces pool of midless blabber of those whos brains are slowly and painfully detiriorating.


Thats exactly why I go there. But seriously, I once stole 20$ out of a bag of breast cancer donations I found discarded in my math lecture hall once. If you are that shameless 4chan is pretty tame, not to mention lulzy.
Toxic_Ninja

Moop wrote:
Omustardo wrote:
Toxic_Ninja wrote:
Moop wrote:
Someone trolls /v/

/r/ actually, I get a lot of requests for legendary threads.


4chan is a ces pool of midless blabber of those whos brains are slowly and painfully detiriorating.


Thats exactly why I go there. But seriously, I once stole 20$ out of a bag of breast cancer donations I found discarded in my math lecture hall once. If you are that shameless 4chan is pretty tame, not to mention lulzy.

Pfft, once we were donating canned food to a poor family with like 4 kids (and one on the way) so I threw a condom in.
EatShrooms65

Whoopie faggots, I've raped and killed people.
Toxic_Ninja

EatShrooms65 wrote:
Whoopie faggots, I've raped and killed people.

Psst, I roll with gangs.
Ghost_Snake

Toxic_Ninja wrote:
EatShrooms65 wrote:
Whoopie faggots, I've raped and killed people.

Psst, I roll with gangs.


Umm... I fly with terrorists?
Splash

Ghost_Snake wrote:

Umm... I fly with terrorists?


doesn't everyone?
Moop

I have consensual sex in the missionary position for the purpose of procreation .
Toxic_Ninja

Moop wrote:
I have consensual sex in the missionary position for the purpose of procreation .

You sick fukc.
killachicken2

Toxic_Ninja wrote:
EatShrooms65 wrote:
Whoopie faggots, I've raped and killed people.

ZOMG GUYS. ITS SO COOL. I AM IN A GANG WITH A BUNCH OF 13 YR OLD VIETNAMESE KIDS WHO THINK THEYRE GANGSTA AND THEY TAKE BATS AND BREAK PPL'S WINDOWS. IT MAKES ME FEEL SO TOUGHT TO BE WITH THEM

read the quote
Toxic_Ninja

killachicken2 wrote:
Toxic_Ninja wrote:
EatShrooms65 wrote:
Whoopie faggots, I've raped and killed people.

ZOMG GUYS. ITS SO COOL. I AM IN A GANG WITH A BUNCH OF 13 YR OLD VIETNAMESE KIDS WHO THINK THEYRE GANGSTA AND THEY TAKE BATS AND BREAK PPL'S WINDOWS. IT MAKES ME FEEL SO TOUGHT TO BE WITH THEM

read the quote

*Eye roll* It was a southpark quote, you assfaced cockmunch.
Ghost_Snake

Toxic_Ninja wrote:
killachicken2 wrote:
Toxic_Ninja wrote:
EatShrooms65 wrote:
Whoopie faggots, I've raped and killed people.

ZOMG GUYS. ITS SO COOL. I AM IN A GANG WITH A BUNCH OF 13 YR OLD VIETNAMESE KIDS WHO THINK THEYRE GANGSTA AND THEY TAKE BATS AND BREAK PPL'S WINDOWS. IT MAKES ME FEEL SO TOUGHT TO BE WITH THEM

read the quote

*Eye roll* It was a southpark quote, you assfaced cockmunch.


shut your fucking face uncle fucker
EatShrooms65

Toxic_Ninja wrote:
EatShrooms65 wrote:
Whoopie faggots, I've raped and killed people.

Psst, I roll with gangs.


There's no gangs in hickville Canada.
Toxic_Ninja

EatShrooms65 wrote:
Toxic_Ninja wrote:
EatShrooms65 wrote:
Whoopie faggots, I've raped and killed people.

Psst, I roll with gangs.


There's no gangs in hickville Canada.

I live in an area of 5.5 million :/
More precisely, a county of 1.5 million.
Ghost_Snake

Toxic_Ninja wrote:
EatShrooms65 wrote:
Toxic_Ninja wrote:
EatShrooms65 wrote:
Whoopie faggots, I've raped and killed people.

Psst, I roll with gangs.


There's no gangs in hickville Canada.

I live in an area of 5.5 million :/
More precisely, a county of 1.5 million.


que?
EatShrooms65

Toxic_Ninja wrote:
EatShrooms65 wrote:
Toxic_Ninja wrote:
EatShrooms65 wrote:
Whoopie faggots, I've raped and killed people.

Psst, I roll with gangs.


There's no gangs in hickville Canada.

I live in an area of 5.5 million :/
More precisely, a county of 1.5 million.


You're a hypocrite in all it's glory. Gangstas are an American thing, you're a wannabe now? That's good, then maybe we'll end up accepting Canada one day as a country.
Toxic_Ninja

EatShrooms65 wrote:
Toxic_Ninja wrote:
EatShrooms65 wrote:
Toxic_Ninja wrote:
EatShrooms65 wrote:
Whoopie faggots, I've raped and killed people.

Psst, I roll with gangs.


There's no gangs in hickville Canada.

I live in an area of 5.5 million :/
More precisely, a county of 1.5 million.


You're a hypocrite in all it's glory. Gangstas are an American thing, you're a wannabe now? That's good, then maybe we'll end up accepting Canada one day as a country.

South
Park
Quote.
Leave me alone.
EatShrooms65

South Park is gay, and so are you.
Toxic_Ninja

EatShrooms65 wrote:
South Park is gay, and so are you.

Never speak ill of southpark!
EatShrooms65

Silly fanboy cockslapper, that show died on it's second episode.
Toxic_Ninja

EatShrooms65 wrote:
Silly fanboy cockslapper, that show died on it's second episode.

Clearly you haven't seen imagination land, go god go, or cartoon wars.
Omustardo

Toxic_Ninja wrote:
EatShrooms65 wrote:
Silly fanboy cockslapper, that show died on it's second episode.

Clearly you haven't seen imagination land, go god go, or cartoon wars.


imagination land and go god go were AWESOME.
EatShrooms65

Toxic_Ninja wrote:
EatShrooms65 wrote:
Silly fanboy cockslapper, that show died on it's second episode.

Clearly you haven't seen imagination land, go god go, or cartoon wars.


I don't indulge myself with dork flicks. By dork flicks I mean anime shows, that is from now on what I am calling anime. So we got the main three:

Chick Flicks
Teen Flicks
Dork Flicks
Moop



My name is EatShrooms65 and I listen to metal. I am so HxC. Picture is me dancing sooo HxC with my cats
EatShrooms65

Okay, I don't want to try to attempt to shoot that down for how unfortunately the image supports caturday homosexutalia, and for how unfortunately it portrays me as goofy, scenester, and adolescent. Worst of all I'm portrayed by 4chan backwash Moop with a simple picture. I'll just talk to the offender instead.

Moop I assure you you're completely lost probably because of all the chili samplings you've done that have infectiously burned a hole through your head. Hardcore, HxC, by definition is punk, Hardcore punk. I don't support metal either, by any means I'd rather support Paris Hilton and be a groupie there with N'sync and play a fiddle with their penises being the strings joyfully plucking away. Heavy metal music has been stampeded repeatedly through two horrible decades, starting with the 90's (yet they had their prime underground oddly enough), and even further back, the first monstrosity Glam metal. Rapcore fusion influences where the first Rooster in the ass. Nobody actually liked Limp Bizkit, Hip Hop/Rap or the metal community. Punk probably liked it I don't know, they take shits on so many genres it's ridiculous. Guess how many other cockrings come tumbling in? Industrial, Nu, Power, Symphonic, Metalcore, and Deathcore. Then after the mainstream audience sees how actually gay heavy metal is cause of these goofballs they start making fun of it with everything they see, retarded scenester pit ninjas, gothwiggerpunkhottopic kids, and the many other retards that throw up horns. Now the only thing metal had untainted, and for surprisingly so long was death metal, until one day a teen by the nickname Rufio that throws up whenever he smokes weed heard Morbid Angel and thought it was so bad fucking ass he'd let his wigger friends that're in a punk band hear it and blow man jam in their ears while trying to mimic the music, creating a masturbiece called Deathcore in the late 90's. If NYDM wants any respect other than being old beer guzzling wanna-be Hell's Angels I suggest they go commit the murders of hundreds of well known New Wave of American Heavy Metal artists.

Here's an excerpt on a Review of Killswitch Engage's latest album, if you don't know, it is metalcore: What the fuck is this? I've heard some pretty gay shit in my day, but Killswitch Engage's As Daylight Dies is easily the sticky cookie of "metal." Don't know what a sticky cookie is? A sticky cookie is when a group of guys jerk off together, each one blowing a load on a cookie. The last one to blow their load on that cookie has to eat it. Do you want to know who happens to be munching away on that tadpole surprise? All of those faggot 15 year olds hanging out in the mall with the goofy big black pants, with the huge wallet chain, the 10x oversized Slipknot t-shirt that looks like it would be loose even on a 500lbs sumo wrestler with their dyed black hair, fingernails painted black with that fucking gaytarded lip ring that's off to one side so their lover's Rooster doesn't get snagged on it. They look like a confused retard who isn't sure if they're emo, skateboarder, goth, wigger or punk. What the fuck are you supposed to be? The metal fairy? When one of them loses a lip piercing do you come prancing into their room and shove your Rooster in their mouth while they sleep? I don't fucking get what you're supposed to be, but one thing you clearly are not is FUCKING METAL!

The music of Killswitch Engage is just as "What the fuck?"-inducing as their sexually confused fans. It's equal parts metalcore, 80s glam rock, Pantera-worship and emocore. You know your band is fucking horrible when even Max Cavalera says your band is fucking gay... and that's coming from the main man of fucking Soulfly!

There are heavy chugging riffs followed by flowery gay melodies, deep snarls followed by emorotic clean gentle taint licking vocals, drum kit smashing followed by I swear what sounds like a Hare Krishna banging on a tambourine. It's like the band doesn't know whether they're in the mood to rock or suck Rooster so they do a little of both.

It's like wrapping a turd inside of a mint coating. At first you think to yourself "Hey, this isn't too bad." You lean in, take a little sniff and it smells kind of good, but you sense something sinister lays within. Then you sink your teeth in and realize "HOLY FUCK! I'VE GOT SHIT IN MY MOUTH!" There's no denying when you taste shit either, I had a friend in grade school who had a frozen dog turd kicked into his mouth one day in the school yard. He claimed it never landed in his mouth but we all saw him spit it out. I get the same feeling listening to this album as I'm sure he did sucking on a frozen chocolate log.

As far as original songwriting goes, forget about it. This band steals riff after riff and cliché after cliché. Somehow they've gained some level of popularity, I can only imagine their fan base is full of 14 year old kids who think listening to this shit makes them "Dangerous" and "Evil" when, in reality, the kids who watch American Idol are infinitely more brutal. That and girls. For some reason I get the impression that, despite how ugly these dudes are for whatever reason they probably have a lot of chick fans.

I could go on about this band, but I fear if I listen to one more note of this god awful piece of shit I'm going to end up drop kicking the next kid I see wearing a Killswitch Engage t-shirt. I don't care if you are 12, when I was 12 I was listening to Slayer, Megadeth, Deicide, Morbid Angel, Anthrax, Sepultura and Metallica back in the days when listening to Twisted Sister made you a bad ass devil worshiper. Grow some fucking balls you pussy! Why don't you just put on a fucking bandanna and spandex and rock out to Cinderella and Winger! Fuck I hate you emo punk goth wanna be metal kids. I hope you all end up as some hairy bear power top's ass slave!

You see, there are many things I engage in, or near their community whatever it may be, but actually hate, like faggots. I don't know why, probably because there's nothing better yet so I just follow a bunch of bullshit. What's worse is, metal is exactly what Moop has in that picture, and that's why I hate heavy metal. The underground has no voice, the abominable confused youth speaks for it. I think the word metal is just an embarrassing thing to say anymore, it's image is equal to gay ebony orgies. An orgy because of all the people in it.
Moop

I think I type for everyone when I say tl;dr
Toxic_Ninja

*Reads first line*
*ctrl+f*
*toxic*
*enter enter enter enter*
"Nope"
*posts comment*
sheeptag3

lol i read the first line then scrolled down and just said "fuck that"


btw fuck you, south park is god.
darkarch0n11219

South park was alright the first couple of episodes then it just died..
PL0X_J33BUS

tl;dr version:

Hardcore is punk.  I don't support metal either.  I love Paris Hilton and N'Sync.  Heavy Metal sucked over two decades, '90s and Glam.  Limp Bizkit is gayer than Christmas, due to his lame rapcore fusion, and then came industrial, nu, power, symphonic, metalcore, and deathcore.  Then due to this, metal starts to suck.  Goth kids are gay.  Death metal wasn't fucked up, until NYDM.

Long series of points about how Killswitch Engage is gay metalcore.  They enjoy eating cookies full of freshly donated man donations.  Slipknot listeners are fags.  Are they emo?  Skateboarders? Wiggers?  The world may never know.

[Insert more Killswitch Engage is gay]
Toxic_Ninja

darkarch0n11219 wrote:
South park was alright the first couple of episodes then it just died..

Watch go god go and shut the hell up.
darkarch0n11219

Nah,  don't feel like it.
Omustardo

darkarch0n11219 wrote:
Nah,  don't feel like it.


Watch Imagination Land I, II, and III. Then if you don't like it(this is also after watching Go God Go[all parts]) then your just gay.
killachicken2

darkarch0n11219 wrote:
Nah,  don't feel like it.

what happened to the bitch role? its planned. A FUCKEN SETUP. ZOMG
EatShrooms65

Plox, you got that summary all messed up. Re-read the entire thing now please.
PL0X_J33BUS

EatShrooms65 wrote:
Plox, you got that summary all messed up. Re-read the entire thing now please.


lol,  I never said it was accurate.  I just highlighted key details.
EatShrooms65

The highlights are incorrect. Ill just get ms word to summarize:

Hardcore, HxC, by definition is punk, Hardcore punk. Heavy metal music has been stampeded repeatedly through two horrible decades, starting with the 90's (yet they had their prime underground oddly enough), and even further back, the first monstrosity Glam metal. Rapcore fusion influences where the first Rooster in the ass. Nobody actually liked Limp Bizkit, Hip Hop/Rap or the metal community. Industrial, Nu, Power, Symphonic, Metalcore, and Deathcore. What's worse is, metal is exactly what Moop has in that picture, and that's why I hate heavy metal.
Moop

darkarch0n11219

go figure moop.. i saw your name in this topic and i was like a picture.. and i was correct.
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