would not allow any cooperation without a price. After all, Daddy Cool
is a JEW and SAoVQ is fags. The price VIPPER demand is gay sex involving trace amounts of scat and 4chan memes.
It's an evil circle. Daddy Cool's brilliant plan to deprive Jews from their jew gold, for which he invented VIPcoins. But it backfired. Anxious VIPPERS weren't the Jews. In desperation they had to commit petty crimes just to be able to pay him enough. As the days of secretly exchanging VIPcoins for gold and then receiving them back as a "gift", hebrewness of Daddy Cool grew and grew, turning him into a Jew...
...Into the biggest Jew the world ever seen.
His black heart craved for the pure essence of
an abrupt change of topic. Meanwhile, on a fishing vessel in the North Sea,
all engines stopped for reasons that could only be explained by
there being a problem with the engine in some way.
"Keikaku doori," said Beady Eyes, who had never previously displayed any talent for foreign languages.
Smug Fathead leaped dramatically into the scene, having spotted his nemesis, Beady Eyes. "You!" he shouted.
.The engine had a problem.
It was numb, dumb and full of cum.
Just like this novel!
But that was besides the point. We had engine problems and we needed a solution. Since Beady Eyes and Smug Fathead were too busy having gay sailor sex, the only one we could call on to fix this problem was
nobody because the engine got sucked into a spacial vortex sending it off to somewhere in Gensokyo after catching on fire and exploding, killing everything around it with the force of a nuclear bomb because I said so.
The end!
of >>461's ridiculous input. Anyway, as we were saying, the only one we could call on to fix this problem was
dead because they died since they were killed.
The end!
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VC: courshable
Um, there was an unknown island in the the middle of the
Laser kingdom.
penis
Was considered a delicacy among the native Faget tribe.
One member of the tribe, known as
PenPen,
whose sis was IsIs,
the wretched penis harlot.
Mexican PenPen screamed
There was a flash of lightning and a roar of thunder!
PenPen was a gundam.
Well, maybe more of a Gundam fan. As much as a penguin could be, anyway. "Wark wark," he quacked excitedly. Those Gundam Wing doujin he'd ordered had finally arrived in the mail.
Suddenly, an enraged 50 metre tall radioactive
cat who referred to itself as "Espeon"
sang the song of sorrow,
"Wark," warked PenPen sadly, meaning (in Penguinese) "Almost five hundred posts and we're still talking about Beady Eyes and dick jokes? Jesus wept."
Then, Espeon took PenPen's Gundam doujin and his Ika Musume fig because Espeon is a hairy butt
Densha Otoko.
Was the only fig Espeon refused to take, for reasons unknown. Some say it's because
he ran out of hands, but we all know the true reason is that
he wasn't able to come up with a "fig leaf" to cover up such a request. While he was lost in thought, PenPen stole back the doujin and gave it to his male housemate, whom he felt needed to "man up" (the idiom in Penguinese is, oddly, identical) and surely nothing's more masculine than Heero Yuy's speeches before battle.
Meanwhile, many miles beneath the surface of the planet Mars...
...lived a merry little mole named Mike. He was his time browsing DQN. Then he noticed the thread that would forever change his life. That thread's name was...
( ﾟ -ﾟ) Post unhappy things...
The thread that became less and less lighthearted and more and more depressive. Without Post Happy Things thread to balance it out that thread started to spread its disease all other the board, slowly turning its inhabitants into misanthropes and sociopaths.
Mike himself became a troubled person which
forced him to strengthen his resolve and delve deeper into the painful thing called depression. After experiencing his own little life disappointment, he was ready to step through it's doors and drive himself insane with facing all of his painful memories and regrets to strengthen himself, but only found himself getting weaker and weaker. He tried with all his might to find some sort of strength that depression held, but kept getting weaker and kept destroying his own mentality.
Mike became a pathological liar and lied to everybody to keep this a secret to himself and only to himself because that's the only one who he truly trusted. The whole "merry" thing is nothing more than a charade, but he didn't mind since it only affected him.
One day, when Mike was busy playing a game on his PC
he heard a tiny voice calling out to him somewhere in his subterranean tunnel system. It sounded far, and he
couldn't really be bothered to go and investigate. It turns out the voice was actually
a product of his schizophrenic mind. He had been in the tunnels so long that his mind was starting to become unstable. As we know, this could only mean
one of a few things!
But we'll come back to that later. Anyway, the point of this whole story about Mike the depressed Martian mole was to illustrate the
widespread alienation that exists, in the year 5000, when man is spreading himself across the solar system,
and eating pizza. But that's not the point. The real point to all of this was
to fill in time before the upcoming 500 GET. And, if you'll cast your gaze back to the previous GETs, you'll
probably start complaining that GETs aren't what they used to be in your day, until you get distracted by some young whippersnapper kicking your cane away. Anyway, why
wouldn't some asshole make a couple of consequent posts to steal the GET and
waste it on some personal fetish? Well, the answer is simply
penis.
Violent anal sex
Suddenly, the terminator appeared out of nowhere.
Spouting the line "Oh yes!" every 3 seconds. His search for Sarah Connor had begun!
Before we get into the Terminator and why he was seeking out Sarah Connor, we must go back to when he was just a wee robot. You see...
( ・-・) Butts. Butts butts butts butts butts butts.
[ ´ɯ`] And indeed, when you're just a wee li'l robot, you don't see much more than butts. Beep boop.
" said Robopa, shortly before being
reprogrammed to enjoy looking at butts more than anything. The perpetrator of this nefarious act could be none other than
( ´ω`) Hello kids!
That's right! The pedophile overlord Baron von Kidyydiddler was at it again! His latest scheme to rape supple kid butts could only be stopped by
Dr. Robotnik's
>>510
robot-clone of Sonic! Who would stop at anything to keep little children from being raped. When he faced Baron von Kidyydiddler he said
nothing at all. That was just how he rolled. The baron lost his
taste for fine cheeses
and his huge, grotesque
but gained a long lost power which gave him the ability to
hover on a noisy column of methane and poo fragments
which smells pretty nasty really.
I rode my motorbike out of there like a bat out of hell. I rode for hours, not looking back once. I'd not make a good pillar of salt. The sun rose and set several times, but drowsiness did not deter me. After my stomach could hold out no more, I pulled over at a small family diner.
I decided to seat myself across from a girl. A waitress came with a cup of coffee and offered me a menu, which I refused. "I'd just like a side of eggs and some toast, please." The waitress nodded and headed into the back room.
The girl across from me, stunningly handsome, flashed me a quick, nervous grin before she lost herself in a book. And having no book of my own, I found myself reading her. An honest face with baby blue eyes and convincing bangs of blonde. She couldn't have been more than 19 years old. Her pale skin, almost unhealthily so, was beautiful. It could have been my sleep deprivation talking, but she was the most stunning girl I'd ever laid eyes on.
My food came and I ate it. The girl continued to read, finishing her coffee as I lost myself in my daydreams. "Hey, what's your name?" She looked up. "Espeon," she said, with a thick accent. "Is Russian." I smiled. "Well, my name's Chuck, and it's nice to meet you." I offered her my hand, and she shook weakly. But her hand, while weak, was alive. Espeon. It had a nice ring to it.
"I'm so fresh, you can suck my nuts."
said ( ˃ ヮ˂), shortly before being
Before being shred into pieces by an awesome explosion.
"SHIT FUCKING TIT-BITCHES! NOT THAT FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT PRESSURE COOKER AGAIN!" Rei was visibly upset.
Suddenly, the entire continent of
Freedonia
, whose Eternal President is Richard M. Stallman,
was enslaved by an army of
children raised in schools which run proprietary software on all machines, who never said "please" or "thank you" after
merciful spanking
in the name of justice and all that is pure in a free and open-source society.
"Because," Stallman said, pausing to clear his throat: "Although you may pay taxes, that's really not the kind of free state we meant at all. You're guaranteed freedom, but freedom isn't free. My grandfather, Richard M. Stallman the First lost his life and paid for his freedom in blood, in the first Windows war. And with him bled the entire country. Think about that the next time someone tells you to install Gentoo - and consider accepting. Thank you for your time."
Meanwhile, the Mighty Dongoloid
(Stallman's long-lost brother, for those just joining us)
was planning a fanfare of patent trolling for the sole purpose of infuriating his admittedly pathetic, idealist sibling.
Do you think that's realistic?'' He asked the livestream on CNN.com as it buffered occasionally. Richard answered with a gentle nod, unaware that his own putrid flesh and black blood was among his audience. Where is the incentive? How do you satisfy man's desire to conquer if his primary option is to create? The world is not free, my naive little brother. Man, as an evolutionary imperative, must suffer even as he usurps. A society's force, the sheer temperature of its burning core, exists not by pressure nor volume alone, but a proportionate multiplication thereof. Its value, you see - its... ah, worth, one might say - decreases with volume, unless pressure compensates, and visa versa.''
He then proceeded to submit patents for the first and last fifty lines of every C header within the Linux kernel.
Meanwhile, in Edinburgh, the Cult of Undead Moé had begun a sacred ritual to revive the Great Sky Loli (who died back at >>217,218). Their leader,
St. Shii DCLXVI,
of Church WWW,
wad blessed with a humongous, throbbing
ego, because
it's a prerequisite of being a cult leader.
There was a sudden flash of light and a loud moaning noise - the ritual had been a success! The cult members
slowly began to take off their clothes and prepared the body of Dr. Robotnik. If all of them successfully came inside of his ass then their diabolical plan would come to fruition. Each of the cult members had their way with Robotnik's nether regions save one, but before the final cultist could call forth the warping, chaotic powers by violently raping Robotnik's ass
the narrator ran out of breath. Perhaps next time they should try omitting the endless run-on sentences from the ritual.
Meanwhile, other sinister plans were afoot at the
First Militant Church of Zardoz
, but these plans were entirely irrelevant because
they were dying out due to that "penis is evil" bit of their doctrine.
Back in Edinburgh, the Undead Great Sky Loli was about to commence her reign of terror, starting with
a tea party involving
Marie Antoinette and her sister
Ms. Cho (an illegitimate child, daughter of a ninja).
Many important topics were discussed, such as the appropriate number of frills and ribbons one's dress should have, and