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| 01:50am 01/05/2010 |
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IF YOU COMMENT ON THIS JOURNAL ENTRY, I SHALL... 1. Respond with something random about you. 2. Tell you which color you remind me of. 3. Tell you my first memory of you. 4. Tell you what animal you remind me of. 5. Ask you something I've always wondered about you. 6. Tell you my favorite thing about you. 7. Tell you my least favorite thing about you. 8. Challenge you to post this on your journal. |
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| 11:30pm 07/07/2009 |
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Now, I don't know how many of you dogs of the scurviest sea read comics, but I do a big pile of comics. One thing that blows my mind is how completely insane the powers in the DC universe are. Look at Superman. This guy has more powers than French restaurants have ways to say "your taste in wine is atrocious". He has powers to do with every part of his body and then some. He forgets powers sometimes. He can shoot heat rays out of his eyes, frost breath from his mouth and red son radiation from his ass. He's that sort of crazy dude. All because he absorbs solar radiation.
Look at Batman. His power? The anti-power. Sure, he should be some tame, kung fun master of not much, but instead he's the hottest shit to ever shit on a plate. You got a power? He'll find your weakness and give you seizures or heart attacks. He'll light you on fire when you're sleeping or make you recharge your green lantern ring in the power outlet. Ten thousand volts of fuck you batman. That's Batman.
But the fucking Flash, my god, my FUCKING GOD, this man has the greatest powers of all. If Superman's powers are being sucked off by twin super models and batman coming home to discover your wife is not only bisexual but has two friends she wants you to 'get in on' then the Flash is an orgy with a thousand women who also want to pay your World of Warcraft billing. And click the mouse for you. This man is just that fucking hot. They have to power him down in the comics half the time just to keep him from doing everyone else's job.
Ok first off, he can travel at lightspeed. Mother fuck! Not only does he travel at lightspeed, but time slows down for him. So he feels like he's having a casual jog or reading the paper, meanwhile, his feet are moving so fast you can hear him coming from Montana while he's already gotten to Arizona. That's fucking fast. But wait! The ability to move at Lightspeed just isn't fucking enough!
I know! Christ this guy can punch you so many times in a second you've been hit five times in the cock and two times everywhere else. You think you're about to fight the Flash and then it hits you, for the last split second he's beaned your beanbags with more blows than you had sperm. But no, there's more!
The Flash can also vibrate through walls. Now last I heard, you can not move so fast you can vibrate through walls, so what actually happens is the Flash is so fast he can pick and choose the movement of his individual molecules and move them through other solid objects, phasing through solid matter like it ain't no thing. I mean you think a guy who runs at lightspeed would run into shit but no, the Flash just goes right through them. To top that with a cherry and some whipped cream (which the Flash made in like a millisecond, fucker) he can selectively choose to cause objects to be "okay" afterwards or FUCKING EXPLODE. That's right. He can run through you and make you blow up by transfering kinetic energy into you. Like Jesus. IT's bad enough you can't hit this guy, but he doesn't even have to punch you. Now your testicles have exploded and you're thinking you're about to hit him. Jesus? Just give it up. He's the fucking Flash.
Now imagine that somehow there's someone who can get around the Flash blowing your balls up secret ninja technique. Ok. He can also control the flow of energy between objects. This power makes no sense but basically he can throw a rock at you, and you think it's going slow and then he's like WHOOHOOO WIZARDLY FLASH POWERS and bam it's going at lightspeed. So he can throw seven million rocks at you in a second then make them all goes different speeds thus striking your nads with seven million rocks one after the other.
But wait! There's more! He can also take energy from the very power of speed and make clothes out of it. Yes. Flash makes his pants out of GOES FAST. The man is so fast he can make Flash pants that GOES FAST go right into. I don't even start to understand the physics of that but basically SPEED == REALLY TIGHT UNDERWEAR AND COOL LIGHTNING THINGIES OVER THE EAR. You would think this is the end of it but ok let's say Flash is fighting Superman and shit he's going to lose and FUCK how is Superman THIS fucking strong? I don't know he must be Superman fused with Batman into some sort of guy with tons of plans on how to punch you far harder than anyone else ok to end it off the Flash can GO BACK OR FORWARD IN TIME ON COMMAND.
How do you beat this dude? You're thinking you're hashing him good, laying down the beatdown, missing your balls and suddenly BAM YOUR MOM FELL DOWN THE STAIRS TWENTY YEARS AGO and there's a dent in your forehead and Superman not thunk so gud no more. Actually she didn't fall down the stairs the Flash put speed into them so they fell up her! Fuck you Flash! You moved the stairs to Soviet fucking russia! RUSH-A! Bitch.
Oh, and lastly his greatest power is he isn't fast in bed. He takes it slow and gets all the ladies with his superpowers then actually satisfies them in the sack. Who the Hell is this guy? You'd think he could AT LEAST be a premature ejaculator since his penis is moving at lightspeed but NOOOO he's even good in bed. |
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| god feels like forever since i've done anything with this |
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| 03:24pm 19/01/2009 |
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The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you.
This offer does have some restrictions and limitations: - I make no guarantees that you will like what I make! - What I create will be just for you. - It'll be done this year. - You have no clue what it's going to be. It may be a story. It may be poetry. I may draw or paint something. I may bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that's for sure! - I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.
No catch. Repost if you really really feel you want to do so.
honestly it will probably be some kinda crappy MSpaint drawing or something like that |
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| 05:32pm 17/09/2008 |
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Your result for Which Vampire the Masquerade Clan Are You?... The Assassins {Assamites} The Assamites are a clan fallen from grace. Assamites hail from the mysterious East and believe that by killing other vampires and drinking their blood, an Assamite will gain power. For this reason, the other twelve clans greatly fear the Assassins. However, the other clans are not beyond using an Assamite to remove a rival, as such they are the hired hitmen of the undead. An Assamite's driving goal is to gain blood and thus to gain power. They care little for the petty squables amongst the other clans and consider themselves beyond such wasteful passtimes. For you to be an Assamite means that you have a very low empathy for others but a very high emotional resilience. Things don't get to you as easily as others and you tend not to notice that they don't. You strive to gain power, recognition and immortality but death to you is by means a dishonor or an end. Death is only the beginning... Take Which Vampire the Masquerade Clan Are You? at HelloQuizzy |
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| 07:10am 14/09/2008 |
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mood:  Caffinated
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Caffeine fucking rocks man, it fucking rocks, and i'm not just saying that because it is my sphere of influence as a demi-god |
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| 06:33am 15/05/2008 |
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sooooo been like forever since i did anything with this... anyone seeing this thing, if so mabey leave a comment or something |
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| 07:58am 08/03/2008 |
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My score on The Body Personality Test: Wind Dancer
(You scored 69% Vata, 57% Pitta, 57% Kapha!) http://panther.is3.okcimg.com/users/164/682/16568394923202412421/mt451756940.jpg You are the Wind Dancer, driven by the Vata dosha.
You are joyful, lively, alert, quick to learn, self-confident, and have light, sound sleep, smooth skin, regular bowels, and light movement.
To maintain a healthy vata dosha, favor warm food and drink, sweet, sour, and salty tastes, You should favor hot, oily food, small and frequent meals, and rich foods. You should typically avoid cold foods and chilled drinks, as well as pungent, astringent, and bitter tastes. Avoid cold, light, and dry foods, infrequent meals, and excessive dieting.
If you wish to develop a more jittery outlook in life, consider eating more bitter foods. For a more warm, charismatic outlook in life, consider eating spicy foods. And finally, for a more tranquil outlook in life, consider eating sweeter foods. Link: The Body Personality Test View My Profile: (OkCupid Free Online Dating) |
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| 07:03am 12/02/2008 |
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Your Score: The Carefree Villain You scored -6 Sane, -6 Global, and 1 Content You are insane, with a personal agenda, and a contented outlook on life. You are the Carefree Villain!
Hey there, crazy, you having fun? It looks like you're having fun. You are into villainy strictly because that's what makes you happy. My recommendation is that you find that special someone with the same needs as yourself, and the two of you can go on killing sprees together!
Just stay away from the Mad Misanthrope: s/he may be as crazy as you, and have the same goals, but their bitter outlook will only bring you down. The two of you just might end up killing each other. And I don't want you dead.
The Next-Door Assassin--the sane version of you--would definitely kill you, either to protect their identity, or cuz you drove them crazy. Try making friends with the Crazycakes!, or stick to hanging out with people like yourself.
You have many admirers, very few enemies (just some family members of your victims you forgot to kill), one or two minions who think you're fantastic, and probably a lover (or two). You don't really have the patience for advisers or any authority figures. My advice is to stay away from the local police force. You are most likely to be gunned down by them with your lover in a car chase.
See all the categories:
The Mad Misanthrope
The Carefree Villain
The Mad Scientist
Crazycakes!
The Vengeful
The Next-Door Assassin
The Jaded Villain
The Altruist
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| obligatory gencon post |
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| 03:40am 20/08/2007 |
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gencon was most fun, got into lots of trouble the first night(in character) when i flew around, but thats all good now, the second night, nothing really super-special awesome happened, but saturday was a fun day, got into some fun random stuffs with peoples about some bread i had had, she had asked me why i had had bread and was asking stuff about the bread, all that was figured out in this conversation was that i did indeed have bread, and i also got into a 4-way in game changeling changeling vampire vampire, specifically eshu, sidhe, ravnos, malkavian good times
also my character is slowly degrading into having a warped view of the world (see fucked up happy insane rather than, violent psychopath insane) |
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| 06:48am 21/07/2007 |
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is there anyone out there who actually reads this thing and hasn't seen my tattoo, if so would any who fit that description care to see it |
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| best potential simpsons final eppisode ever |
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| 09:17pm 09/07/2007 |
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Act 1: Homer needs a set of golf clubs for the big annual Springfield Power Plant Golf Weekend. Usually, he "borrows" everything he needs from Ned Flanders, but Ned & his children are at a Bible Camp for the weekend. Homer figures that he will just take Ned's clubs from his home. At night, dressed as the classic burglar, he breaks into the Flanders home, and gets the clubs. Unbeknownst to him, his burglar costume has a gun in it. While getting the golf clubs, the gun falls out. After the Flanders return, Rod finds Homer's gun and says "Look! I'm just like Moses parting the Red Sea!" The camera pans out to a birds' eye view of the Flanders residence, and we hear a gunshot: Rod has accidentally killed Todd. Cut to commercial.
Act 2: Flanders returns home and sees Rod holding the gun standing near the corpse of Todd. "Daddy, what's the red water coming out of Todd's tummy?" he says. Flanders goes absolutely bonkers: "First Maude, now Todd? What did I darn diddily ding dong do, God?? Please send me a gosh darn-diddily-arn sign!" The doorbell rings. Homer is at the door holding the golf clubs. "Hey Flanders. Here's your golf clubs. Hey, is that my gun? I was wondering where that went." Flanders: "YOU broke into my house? That's YOUR gun? It's YOUR fault that Todd is dead!" Homer: "Wha?" Flanders: "Rod must've found this gun in the house. You must've left it here when you took the clubs! If you didn't darn dang doodily break into my house Rod wouldn't have shot dang doodily Todd!" Homer: "I'm not seeing the connection. Hey is that Todd? Somebody call an ambulance!!" Flanders: "I already have, Homer." "Oh okay. Thanks again for the clubs." Homer leaves. Flanders falls to the ground and yells "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" Cut to Todd's funeral. Flanders is slowly losing his mind. He keeps repating under his breath "Must. Kill. Homer." Marge tries to comfort him but he is falling deeper into insanity. When he returns home he sees that the gun is still there. Picking it up, he starts laughing maniacally. We hear Homer yelling from his bedroom "Hey Flanders! Cut it out!" Cut to commercial.
Act 3. It is late at night. Ned Flanders arrives at the Simpson home looking disheveled and crazy. He knocks the door. Homer comes down sleepily and answers it. Homer: "If you're here about those golf clubs, I already returned them to you." Flanders: "Hello, neighborino. No, I'm not here for the clubs. I'm here to kill diddily ill you. Remember this?" He shows Homer the gun. Homer shrieks and shuts the door. He runs upstairs. "Marge, wake up!! Flanders is here to kill me!!" Marge, half asleep says "Wha? Go back to sleep Homey." "If Marge can't help me, then the boy will!" Homer runs to Bart's room and tries to shakes Bart awake. "Boy, you gotta help me. Flanders is gonna kill me!" Bart doesn't wake up. Homer tries the same thing with Lisa, and then realizes why his family won't wake up. "The potato salad! Of course! It always knocks them out." Flanders is banging on the door this whole time, and the door finally breaks, falling to the ground. A crazed Ned Flanders enters the Simpson home. "Herrrreeeee's Flanders!" he says. Homer does his trademark shriek, which reveals his hiding spot: behind a potted plant. "It's time for you to die." says Flanders, pointing the gun at Homer. "Hey, is that Jesus?" says Homer. "Where?!?!" says Flanders turning around. "Yoink!" Homer grabs the gun. Ned takes off all his clothes and runs out the door shrieking. "Hmm. I guess that's the end of that," he says. Homer goes up stairs and goes back to sleep. The camera pans out to the neighborhood, and we see a naked, crazed Ned Flanders running around. Credits roll. |
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| 01:20am 27/05/2007 |
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poptarts are good
also i'm completly naked, thats about it |
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