If this reaches the front page... ...then congratulations; you've managed something that I have never been, nor will ever be able to do. Good on you, OP, whoever you are.
If this reaches the front page... ...then congratulations; you've managed something that I have never been, nor will ever be able to do. Good on you, OP, whoever you are.
"Ha... ha ha... th-that was a pretty good one, kids. Say, how 'bout I show you one of my favorites now?"
I haven't seen a GrateArtiste post since before the dark times. Keep up the great work, champ.
...then again, you could probably very easily find the entire movie in one video on YouTube if you just searched the title, but still.
Or check "Dead Gentlemen Productions" (the movie makers) on YouTube, who have it in chunks on a playlist, save for the last part... (→)
> "8d100 bard damage" . . . [bard rolls all 1s on eight d100s] . . . okay, well, that happened.
Future mod project: functioning air bags.
I'll take "things I shouldn't be looking at before going to sleep" for $1000, Alex.
[spends ten minutes typing password] . . . [sets phone to remember network and password] Big McThankies from McSpanky's.
#3: WELL, LOOK AT THIS RITZY MOTHERFUCKER, BEING ABLE TO AFFORD FIVE PAIRS OF DIFFERENTLY COLORED SHOES.
[uncharacteristically deep voice] "Mmye~es... goo~ood."
You treat that car like a lady... a Fairlady, in fact.
Look, there's not a goddamn thing wrong with enjoying a bit of Natasha Bedingfield with your bros.
"Well, darn. Look at that. Fire tornado... huh."
Ah, yes, the best kind of pussy—sharp, angular robo-pussy.
There's two types of people in the flat Earth movement—those who sell the T-shirts, and those who buy the T-shirts.
It also serves as a bitchin' flat Earth debunk, alongside literally all of them to date.
[gets to BMW] Well, this should be obvious— "?-?-?."
Look, I'll be real with you—you fuck with my Dew, and I WILL cultivate an army of small yet devoted followers to seek revenge upon you.
"Drumming" as it's called isn't incredibly hard; it's just sometimes inconsistent, and absolute murder on the joints to do for long periods.
...anyone else hear a very congested T. rex from Jurassic Park?
Ah, yes, "The Thon Song"... what a classic.
"Not a spider... not a spider... not a spideeeer... SPIDER!" [nom]
♪ Firstborn unicorn... hardcore soft porn... dream of Californication... ♫
I carry me haggis in a basket. Ye might even make me shiver if ya weren't dressed in a nightgown—ye look like me nanny!
Take 946.
My first and only question is: "flesh-toned underwear set, or exposed tan lines?"