I would also like to remember Steve Kozlowsky for his brilliant and WITTY sunday comic staple 'Marvin, Midget Masturbator'.
Peace guys, you will be missed!
Var
x:boolean;
y:string[1];
begin
y:='';
Write('Does CmdrTaco Suck Cock? ');
read(y);
if (y='y') or (y='Y') then
x:=true else
x:=false;
If x=true then writeln('you are correct!') else
writeln('you are an ass gnome!');
end.
I think John Perry Barlow spent a bit too much time in the parking lots of Grateful Dead shows. He rants like a man marinated in THC and unchecked, drug induced paranoia. But hey! He rants about MICROSOFT and that is all that is necesary for/.
What a joke.
A Story about Peeka-Booty
on
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· Score: -1
Larry Y*p is a person that I came across quite by accident. I normally wouldn't associate with someone like him, but there was some financial motivation that helped me endure his sociopathic bent.
Y*p, as you may have guessed from his name, is born of Chinese ancestry. Larry's mom and Dad came to the U.S. from Peking in the late 50's and sullied our American soil with him soon after. I am sure the Y*ps meant well when they raised Larry, but they were unaware that things considered normal in China... are sometimes a crime in the U.S. of A.
Larry's wife, Linda is a Mexican-African-American woman with 3 children, all from different fathers (none of them Larry's): a criminal, a lesbian, and one that turned out ok. The only way this child could have ended up ok was from parental neglect.
Linda is hideously ugly; she has a heart shaped ass. This is normally a good thing... but hers is upside down. She has many tiny moles on her nose and cheeks. They look like freckles, but they have height. She looks like Howdy Doody would after closely examining an ass that blew a damp fart. She is a kleptomaniac and a pathological liar. I call her Yap. Larry calls her "live in"
Larry is a 280 lb, out-of-shape curmudgeon. He specializes in one-upmanship and backstabbing. Larry could be talking to you as if you were his only friend (which would probably be true) and if somebody else walked into the room, he would immediately say something demeaning about you like, "Where did you get your shoes... Payless?". Any retort would initiate an onslaught of "Yo Mamma" jokes.
Larry would purposely run into the room to display his latest fart... grunting extra hard to make sure you were impressed. This is probably why his drawers were constantly smeared with intestinal rice.
Larry is a sex and car part addict... it is not an exaggeration to state that he screws a prostitute everyday. He finances his hobbies by exacting kickbacks out of the salivating vendors that supply his company with parts. Larry is the purchasing agent from hell. He particularly liked picking on Vietnamese machinists for some reason. Vendors could be treated to General Chau's chicken one day, and be jacked up against a milling machine the next... Larry viewed himself as the Chinese godfather.
He had one hooker that he saw repeatedly. She was an above-the-knee amputee (no shit) and by the look of her apartment was successful. I have to admit she was pretty. On the way to a meeting, Larry just had to get a nut, so we stopped off at her apartment... I watched TV with her 4-year-old daughter while Y*p boned her.
Once, Larry jokingly mentioned the large size of his rottweilers penis, he grabbed the relaxing dogs cock and yanked it a couple of times. The dogs' eyes opened as wide as a strangled Chihuahuas'. I'm sure Larry thought I would laugh... but I didn't, this was not funny, especially when the dog rolled onto his back expecting more (this had been done before).
I generally avoided going out with Larry and Linda together. It was a source of embarrassment for me to be seen with these two freaks. I didn't want people to think I was out walking two incredibly fucked up pets. Linda's laugh reminded me of an asthmatic pig snorting a 1Ú2 lb of cocaine. Larry's was like listening to a rhesus monkey kick heroin. Both should have been drowned at birth.
One Memorial Day weekend, they asked if I wanted to go to the San Jose car show with them. The show featured motorcycles (my fav.) and was something I thought might be fun, even with Y*p and Yap.
The hellish venture started immediately with the car ride to the fairgrounds. 102 degrees and 75 mph ensured Larry an escape proof, rolling chamber of horrors. His jonesing monkey laugh combined with the sound of the master door and window controls locking alerted me that something horrifying was about to take place.
The treatment began with a few inaudible, rancid pooftees. I couldn't begin to describe the stench. Larry's colon, fueled by Linda's ghetto-bean, multi-ethnic rice cooking, served up an aroma that a perverted maggot would flee from. Linda seemed unaffected, as if these nasty wafts of funk could have been hers. She sat there wheezing with this gummy, tartar-toothed smile, blurting out an occasional "Larrrrry". I became convinced that she was as twisted as Y*p; no one could find anything humorous about this situation unless they were as sick as him.
Larry was in all his glory...like he learned a new song and you just had to hear it. He began to blast out this succession of farts that sounded like he was sitting in a half inch of water. He would occasionally let the windows down, I imagine because the stench was too much, even for him. I must have looked like a car accident victim going down in a pond, my nose pressed up against the window, clawing frantically for air.
My jaundiced friend was on a roll, there was nothing short of an ass whoopin' that could have stopped him. I had already decided to take a bus on the return trip... so all I had to do was make it there and everything would be OK. Larry continued his attack on my sensitive nostrils, all the time laughing maniacally and playing with the electric windows.
Arriving at the fairgrounds, I was as happy as the settlers must have been seeing the Pacific. I was out of matches and at the end of my rope when we pulled into the parking lot. Y*ps golf clubs were sitting next to me and I seriously considered taking a divot out of his empty, balding skull.
My anger turned to quiet satisfaction however, when I noticed a CD-sized yellow patch on Larry's khakis (Larry didn't wear underwear). His wet monkey farts had cost him a pair of shorts. There was no way in hell I was going to alert this torturous bastard to his plight. I was more than happy to see this through to the end.
I walked a short distance behind them, trying not to let on that Larry may need a diaper. He kept slowing up to attempt some male bonding, but I would bob, weave, speed up, slow down... anything to keep our distance. I'm sure Larry was thinking something like, ÔHe's avoiding me like I shit my pants'.
The looks and snickers Y*p and Yap were receiving convinced me I was doing the right thing. I prayed for a swarm of poo-sniffing insects to start buzzing him, but I wasn't that lucky. This was an extremely visible patch Larry displayed on his khakis and I could barely contain myself. The payback for the car ride was big on this one and I was going to make sure diaper-boy paid in full.
It was obvious that I was with Y*p and Yap, so I had to weigh my embarrassment tolerance with theirs. I decided to get them a little further from the car before enlightening them.
Following the septic duo was too much; I almost had to twist my knob to keep from peeing my pants. There was Larry, walking around like an urban commando; beeper, cell phone and PDA strapped to his belt. His expensive waistline served no real purpose other than to call attention to the yellow peril that had seeped from his ass.
I sensed Linda was starting to feel like she had a barking duck perched on her shoulder. She was looking around nervously and since she was sort of a victim herself, I let her in on the joke. Being the dutiful wife she was, she decided to keep Larry's little accident a secret too and started to distance herself from his leaking sphincter.
Y*p realizing something was wrong, looked around and glanced at the bottom of his sandals... he looked like one of those poor fuckers on Candid Camera that knew something was wrong, but wasn't sure. My face was bright red from holding back laughter. Y*p kept asking, "What's going on? Come on you guys..."
We just kept ignoring him until Linda couldn't take anymore, she finally told him that he had a giant shit stain on his ass and should get back to the car and change into his long pants.
I would have rather drank tea made from Larry's shorts (Poolong?) than be seen with Linda alone, so I decided to walk back to the car with him. He was going to depend on me to shield his little yellow lunch-box from the public. I was going to do no such thing.
I pointed and laughed at every turn. Larry walked like he was in handcuffs as he tried to cover the ugly mess from the crowd. He was starting to get angry with me, I reminded him of the car ride and that he was being paid back. Larry is the kind of person that loves to dish it out, but when he's the butt of a joke, he turns into a rabid animal that would kill you if he could.
I sat in the passenger seat as Larry dropped his shorts. He handed me his beeper and stuff, using the car door to shield his now half naked yellow ass. Larry asked me to quick hand him his pants, I slammed the door shut, leaving him knock kneed and cursing. I locked and unlocked the door, shooting him a "Remember this... hmmm?" look... Larry was beside himself... I was in heaven.
Finally! I have just released the beta version of the my Rob Malda language
emulator. I call it M.A.L.D.A *Malda Automated Language Destruction Algorithm*,
it's recursive, just like all GOOD GNU software. Rife with all of Malda's grammatical
nuances and mispellings, it works great and is LESS intelligent! har har
har!
Here is a sample paragraph (taken from The
Defense of Poesy by Sir Philip Sidney ) put through the MALDA engine.
Enjoy!
WHEN the right honest Edward Wotton and I were at the Emperor.s court together,
we gave us, in order to learn Horsemanship of John Pietro Pugliano, one, which
had with large Commendation the place esquire in its stable; and it, according
to fertileness the Italian Esprits, carried not only the demonstration of its
practice, but looked up, for us out our understanding with the views therein
to enrich itself, which it thought plentifully. But with none remind me I the
fact that pit ears loaden at any time more than was more when.either, which
were annoyed with slow payment or moved with our Anfaenger-wie admiration.he
its speech in the praise its training body exercised. He said that soldiers
were the most splendid status of mankind and rider the most splendid of the
soldiers. He said that her the masters of the war and the ornaments of the peace,
which was fast goers and the strong inhabitants, triumphers in stocks and in
the courts. Nay, unbelieved so one point, which it continued, how, whose none
is earthly thing such miracle to a prince regarding a good rider bred; Ability
of the government was however pedanteria in the comparison. Then became it determined
praise, by which unparalleled animal the horse being, which only useful avowed,
more courtier without Flattery, which animal most beauty, obligation feeling,
courage add, and such more, which, if I had not been a piece of one logician,
before I came to him, I think it, me would have convinced a horse me to have
required. But therefore much at least with its No. few words he is to be educated
drave into me, this Self love better than each possible gold plating, which
gorgeous seem, where took part are you.
Latest craze? this is a japanese nap, and they have been doing it for years. works great because you only make it into the first stage of sleep, which makes the body feel refreshed.
jackass.
Finally! I have just released the beta version of the my Rob Malda language
emulator. I call it M.A.L.D.A *Malda Automated Language Destruction Algorithm*,
it's recursive, just like all GOOD GNU software. Rife with all of Malda's grammatical
nuances and mispellings, it works great and is LESS intelligent! har har
har!
WHEN the right honest Edward Wotton and I were at the Emperor.s court together,
we gave us, in order to learn Horsemanship of John Pietro Pugliano, one, which
had with large Commendation the place esquire in its stable; and it, according
to fertileness the Italian Esprits, carried not only the demonstration of its
practice, but looked up, for us out our understanding with the views therein
to enrich itself, which it thought plentifully. But with none remind me I the
fact that pit ears loaden at any time more than was more when.either, which
were annoyed with slow payment or moved with our Anfaenger-wie admiration.he
its speech in the praise its training body exercised. He said that soldiers
were the most splendid status of mankind and rider the most splendid of the
soldiers. He said that her the masters of the war and the ornaments of the peace,
which was fast goers and the strong inhabitants, triumphers in stocks and in
the courts. Nay, unbelieved so one point, which it continued, how, whose none
is earthly thing such miracle to a prince regarding a good rider bred; Ability
of the government was however pedanteria in the comparison. Then became it determined
praise, by which unparalleled animal the horse being, which only useful avowed,
more courtier without Flattery, which animal most beauty, obligation feeling,
courage add, and such more, which, if I had not been a piece of one logician,
before I came to him, I think it, me would have convinced a horse me to have
required. But therefore much at least with its No. few words he is to be educated
drave into me, this Self love better than each possible gold plating, which
gorgeous seem, where took part are you.
"I have yet to see the more recent episodes, but several of the episodes I have seen have been quite excellent (and some others well... weren't) but I know a lot of people who consider SG1 among the best SciFi on TV"
Hey Taco, ever heard of a period? jackass.
I once saw someone try to steal a phone from a radio shack. the fat greasy troll at the counter ran after the guy and kicked him the the ass. the guy dropped the phone and ran away. i love radio shack.
Tonight it's very clear as we're both lyin' here
There's so many things I wanna say
I will always love you, I would never leave you alone
Sometimes I just forget, say things I might regret
It breaks my heart to see you cryin'
I don't wanna lose you, I could never make it alone
I am a man who will fight for your honor
I'll be the hero you're dreamin' of
We'll live forever, knowin' together
That we did it all for the glory of love
You keep me standing tall, you help me through it all
I'm always strong when you're beside me
I have always needed you, I could never make it alone
I am a man who will fight for your honor
I'll be the hero you been dreamin' of
We'll live forever, knowin' together
That we did it all for the glory of love
Like a knight in shining armor from a long time ago
Just in time I will save the day
Take you to my castle far away
I am a man who will fight for your honor
I'll be the hero that you're dreamin' of
Gonna live forever, knowin' together
That we did it all for the glory of love
We'll live forever (we'll live forever), knowin' together (knowin' together)
That we did it all for the glory of love
We did it all for love
We did it all for love
We did it all for love
FADE
We did it all for love
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I would also like to remember Steve Kozlowsky for his brilliant and WITTY sunday comic staple 'Marvin, Midget Masturbator'. Peace guys, you will be missed!
Var
x:boolean;
y:string[1];
begin
y:='';
Write('Does CmdrTaco Suck Cock? ');
read(y);
if (y='y') or (y='Y') then
x:=true else
x:=false;
If x=true then writeln('you are correct!') else
writeln('you are an ass gnome!');
end.
Program BlowMe;
Var
P:Integer
Begin
For P:=1 to 1000 do
WriteLn('BLOW ME FUCK0');
end.
I think John Perry Barlow spent a bit too much time in the parking lots of Grateful Dead shows. He rants like a man marinated in THC and unchecked, drug induced paranoia. But hey! He rants about MICROSOFT and that is all that is necesary for /.
What a joke.
10 print"you are fucking dumb" 20 GOTO 10 30 RUN
Larry Y*p is a person that I came across quite by accident. I normally wouldn't associate with someone like him, but there was some financial motivation that helped me endure his sociopathic bent. Y*p, as you may have guessed from his name, is born of Chinese ancestry. Larry's mom and Dad came to the U.S. from Peking in the late 50's and sullied our American soil with him soon after. I am sure the Y*ps meant well when they raised Larry, but they were unaware that things considered normal in China... are sometimes a crime in the U.S. of A. Larry's wife, Linda is a Mexican-African-American woman with 3 children, all from different fathers (none of them Larry's): a criminal, a lesbian, and one that turned out ok. The only way this child could have ended up ok was from parental neglect. Linda is hideously ugly; she has a heart shaped ass. This is normally a good thing... but hers is upside down. She has many tiny moles on her nose and cheeks. They look like freckles, but they have height. She looks like Howdy Doody would after closely examining an ass that blew a damp fart. She is a kleptomaniac and a pathological liar. I call her Yap. Larry calls her "live in" Larry is a 280 lb, out-of-shape curmudgeon. He specializes in one-upmanship and backstabbing. Larry could be talking to you as if you were his only friend (which would probably be true) and if somebody else walked into the room, he would immediately say something demeaning about you like, "Where did you get your shoes... Payless?". Any retort would initiate an onslaught of "Yo Mamma" jokes. Larry would purposely run into the room to display his latest fart... grunting extra hard to make sure you were impressed. This is probably why his drawers were constantly smeared with intestinal rice. Larry is a sex and car part addict... it is not an exaggeration to state that he screws a prostitute everyday. He finances his hobbies by exacting kickbacks out of the salivating vendors that supply his company with parts. Larry is the purchasing agent from hell. He particularly liked picking on Vietnamese machinists for some reason. Vendors could be treated to General Chau's chicken one day, and be jacked up against a milling machine the next... Larry viewed himself as the Chinese godfather. He had one hooker that he saw repeatedly. She was an above-the-knee amputee (no shit) and by the look of her apartment was successful. I have to admit she was pretty. On the way to a meeting, Larry just had to get a nut, so we stopped off at her apartment... I watched TV with her 4-year-old daughter while Y*p boned her. Once, Larry jokingly mentioned the large size of his rottweilers penis, he grabbed the relaxing dogs cock and yanked it a couple of times. The dogs' eyes opened as wide as a strangled Chihuahuas'. I'm sure Larry thought I would laugh... but I didn't, this was not funny, especially when the dog rolled onto his back expecting more (this had been done before). I generally avoided going out with Larry and Linda together. It was a source of embarrassment for me to be seen with these two freaks. I didn't want people to think I was out walking two incredibly fucked up pets. Linda's laugh reminded me of an asthmatic pig snorting a 1Ú2 lb of cocaine. Larry's was like listening to a rhesus monkey kick heroin. Both should have been drowned at birth. One Memorial Day weekend, they asked if I wanted to go to the San Jose car show with them. The show featured motorcycles (my fav.) and was something I thought might be fun, even with Y*p and Yap. The hellish venture started immediately with the car ride to the fairgrounds. 102 degrees and 75 mph ensured Larry an escape proof, rolling chamber of horrors. His jonesing monkey laugh combined with the sound of the master door and window controls locking alerted me that something horrifying was about to take place. The treatment began with a few inaudible, rancid pooftees. I couldn't begin to describe the stench. Larry's colon, fueled by Linda's ghetto-bean, multi-ethnic rice cooking, served up an aroma that a perverted maggot would flee from. Linda seemed unaffected, as if these nasty wafts of funk could have been hers. She sat there wheezing with this gummy, tartar-toothed smile, blurting out an occasional "Larrrrry". I became convinced that she was as twisted as Y*p; no one could find anything humorous about this situation unless they were as sick as him. Larry was in all his glory...like he learned a new song and you just had to hear it. He began to blast out this succession of farts that sounded like he was sitting in a half inch of water. He would occasionally let the windows down, I imagine because the stench was too much, even for him. I must have looked like a car accident victim going down in a pond, my nose pressed up against the window, clawing frantically for air. My jaundiced friend was on a roll, there was nothing short of an ass whoopin' that could have stopped him. I had already decided to take a bus on the return trip... so all I had to do was make it there and everything would be OK. Larry continued his attack on my sensitive nostrils, all the time laughing maniacally and playing with the electric windows. Arriving at the fairgrounds, I was as happy as the settlers must have been seeing the Pacific. I was out of matches and at the end of my rope when we pulled into the parking lot. Y*ps golf clubs were sitting next to me and I seriously considered taking a divot out of his empty, balding skull. My anger turned to quiet satisfaction however, when I noticed a CD-sized yellow patch on Larry's khakis (Larry didn't wear underwear). His wet monkey farts had cost him a pair of shorts. There was no way in hell I was going to alert this torturous bastard to his plight. I was more than happy to see this through to the end. I walked a short distance behind them, trying not to let on that Larry may need a diaper. He kept slowing up to attempt some male bonding, but I would bob, weave, speed up, slow down... anything to keep our distance. I'm sure Larry was thinking something like, ÔHe's avoiding me like I shit my pants'. The looks and snickers Y*p and Yap were receiving convinced me I was doing the right thing. I prayed for a swarm of poo-sniffing insects to start buzzing him, but I wasn't that lucky. This was an extremely visible patch Larry displayed on his khakis and I could barely contain myself. The payback for the car ride was big on this one and I was going to make sure diaper-boy paid in full. It was obvious that I was with Y*p and Yap, so I had to weigh my embarrassment tolerance with theirs. I decided to get them a little further from the car before enlightening them. Following the septic duo was too much; I almost had to twist my knob to keep from peeing my pants. There was Larry, walking around like an urban commando; beeper, cell phone and PDA strapped to his belt. His expensive waistline served no real purpose other than to call attention to the yellow peril that had seeped from his ass. I sensed Linda was starting to feel like she had a barking duck perched on her shoulder. She was looking around nervously and since she was sort of a victim herself, I let her in on the joke. Being the dutiful wife she was, she decided to keep Larry's little accident a secret too and started to distance herself from his leaking sphincter. Y*p realizing something was wrong, looked around and glanced at the bottom of his sandals... he looked like one of those poor fuckers on Candid Camera that knew something was wrong, but wasn't sure. My face was bright red from holding back laughter. Y*p kept asking, "What's going on? Come on you guys..." We just kept ignoring him until Linda couldn't take anymore, she finally told him that he had a giant shit stain on his ass and should get back to the car and change into his long pants. I would have rather drank tea made from Larry's shorts (Poolong?) than be seen with Linda alone, so I decided to walk back to the car with him. He was going to depend on me to shield his little yellow lunch-box from the public. I was going to do no such thing. I pointed and laughed at every turn. Larry walked like he was in handcuffs as he tried to cover the ugly mess from the crowd. He was starting to get angry with me, I reminded him of the car ride and that he was being paid back. Larry is the kind of person that loves to dish it out, but when he's the butt of a joke, he turns into a rabid animal that would kill you if he could. I sat in the passenger seat as Larry dropped his shorts. He handed me his beeper and stuff, using the car door to shield his now half naked yellow ass. Larry asked me to quick hand him his pants, I slammed the door shut, leaving him knock kneed and cursing. I locked and unlocked the door, shooting him a "Remember this... hmmm?" look... Larry was beside himself... I was in heaven.
All Slashpots, This Just In!
Finally! I have just released the beta version of the my Rob Malda language
emulator. I call it M.A.L.D.A *Malda Automated Language Destruction Algorithm*,
it's recursive, just like all GOOD GNU software. Rife with all of Malda's grammatical
nuances and mispellings, it works great and is LESS intelligent! har har
har!
Here is a sample paragraph (taken from The
Defense of Poesy by Sir Philip Sidney ) put through the MALDA engine.
Enjoy!
WHEN the right honest Edward Wotton and I were at the Emperor.s court together,
we gave us, in order to learn Horsemanship of John Pietro Pugliano, one, which
had with large Commendation the place esquire in its stable; and it, according
to fertileness the Italian Esprits, carried not only the demonstration of its
practice, but looked up, for us out our understanding with the views therein
to enrich itself, which it thought plentifully. But with none remind me I the
fact that pit ears loaden at any time more than was more when.either, which
were annoyed with slow payment or moved with our Anfaenger-wie admiration.he
its speech in the praise its training body exercised. He said that soldiers
were the most splendid status of mankind and rider the most splendid of the
soldiers. He said that her the masters of the war and the ornaments of the peace,
which was fast goers and the strong inhabitants, triumphers in stocks and in
the courts. Nay, unbelieved so one point, which it continued, how, whose none
is earthly thing such miracle to a prince regarding a good rider bred; Ability
of the government was however pedanteria in the comparison. Then became it determined
praise, by which unparalleled animal the horse being, which only useful avowed,
more courtier without Flattery, which animal most beauty, obligation feeling,
courage add, and such more, which, if I had not been a piece of one logician,
before I came to him, I think it, me would have convinced a horse me to have
required. But therefore much at least with its No. few words he is to be educated
drave into me, this Self love better than each possible gold plating, which
gorgeous seem, where took part are you.
(A Herbert_Axelrod Press Release)
Latest craze? this is a japanese nap, and they have been doing it for years. works great because you only make it into the first stage of sleep, which makes the body feel refreshed. jackass.
All Slashpots, This Just In!
Finally! I have just released the beta version of the my Rob Malda language emulator. I call it M.A.L.D.A *Malda Automated Language Destruction Algorithm*, it's recursive, just like all GOOD GNU software. Rife with all of Malda's grammatical nuances and mispellings, it works great and is LESS intelligent! har har har!
Here is a sample paragraph (taken from The Defense of Poesy by Sir Philip Sidney ) put through the MALDA engine. Enjoy!
WHEN the right honest Edward Wotton and I were at the Emperor.s court together, we gave us, in order to learn Horsemanship of John Pietro Pugliano, one, which had with large Commendation the place esquire in its stable; and it, according to fertileness the Italian Esprits, carried not only the demonstration of its practice, but looked up, for us out our understanding with the views therein to enrich itself, which it thought plentifully. But with none remind me I the fact that pit ears loaden at any time more than was more when.either, which were annoyed with slow payment or moved with our Anfaenger-wie admiration.he its speech in the praise its training body exercised. He said that soldiers were the most splendid status of mankind and rider the most splendid of the soldiers. He said that her the masters of the war and the ornaments of the peace, which was fast goers and the strong inhabitants, triumphers in stocks and in the courts. Nay, unbelieved so one point, which it continued, how, whose none is earthly thing such miracle to a prince regarding a good rider bred; Ability of the government was however pedanteria in the comparison. Then became it determined praise, by which unparalleled animal the horse being, which only useful avowed, more courtier without Flattery, which animal most beauty, obligation feeling, courage add, and such more, which, if I had not been a piece of one logician, before I came to him, I think it, me would have convinced a horse me to have required. But therefore much at least with its No. few words he is to be educated drave into me, this Self love better than each possible gold plating, which gorgeous seem, where took part are you.
(A Herbert_Axelrod Press Release)
thank you sir. i have seen your work as well and have admired it from afar.
yes but do you own the PATENT? Fuck you, eazy-e was not gay you daily dirty sanchez recipient.
"I have yet to see the more recent episodes, but several of the episodes I have seen have been quite excellent (and some others well... weren't) but I know a lot of people who consider SG1 among the best SciFi on TV" Hey Taco, ever heard of a period? jackass.
"first fucking post" -- Eazy "Motherfucking" E
yes yes, and I think I will claim pooping.
You fucking anus, play some good music for once!
second po0-st fat biatches
This morning, when I looked in the toilet, there was a beowulf cluster. good day sir.
I once saw someone try to steal a phone from a radio shack. the fat greasy troll at the counter ran after the guy and kicked him the the ass. the guy dropped the phone and ran away. i love radio shack.
cmdrtaco will be exposed
Update:
A recent love poem was uncovered early this morning. It appears to have been written by CmdrTaco (as shown here with a lustful cock eating grin) to his gay lover Hemos. Here is the transcript in full:
Tonight it's very clear as we're both lyin' here There's so many things I wanna say I will always love you, I would never leave you alone Sometimes I just forget, say things I might regret It breaks my heart to see you cryin' I don't wanna lose you, I could never make it alone I am a man who will fight for your honor I'll be the hero you're dreamin' of We'll live forever, knowin' together That we did it all for the glory of love You keep me standing tall, you help me through it all I'm always strong when you're beside me I have always needed you, I could never make it alone I am a man who will fight for your honor I'll be the hero you been dreamin' of We'll live forever, knowin' together That we did it all for the glory of love Like a knight in shining armor from a long time ago Just in time I will save the day Take you to my castle far away I am a man who will fight for your honor I'll be the hero that you're dreamin' of Gonna live forever, knowin' together That we did it all for the glory of love We'll live forever (we'll live forever), knowin' together (knowin' together) That we did it all for the glory of love We did it all for love We did it all for love We did it all for love FADE We did it all for love-end
Homosexual. Very Homosexual.