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butthole kitten and the boys
Though the initial Alvin and the Chipmunks album did not sell well and was condemned by the ASPCA, it did prove Ross Bagdasarian's theory that rodents could mimic human speech through the targeted application of high voltage. Though critics often explain away Bagdasarian's results as the result of clever sound editing, over a hundred hours of documentary film footage has recently been uncovered proving that the sounds produced were recorded live and were unaltered, though clearly looped for obvious reasons. The recording process was arduous, with over thirty squirrels perishing in the effort to record the long "e" sound in the chorus (oo ee oo ah ah) of "The Witch Doctor" alone.
The dark side of Alvin and the Chipmunks does not end there, of course. "Alvin and the Chipmunks: Chipwrecked" borrows heavily from Jonathan Aibel's short story "Gulag Rape Barge," the basic plot elements of which are so unspeakably vile that they cannot be printed even here for risk of this site being shut down as obscene.
should have been "framed loosely on" rather than "borrows heavily from." Fuck it. autisssssm.
Oh my, I really don't see how people make AA art like this, it seems to hard!
I see that it's snowing so I figure it's a good day to for hike through the forest. Somehow my dog actually finds me but does not bother to make it known that he is behind me for ten minutes. Then he shook the snow off his back. The sudden sound of his ears flapping in the dead quiet of the forest that I had been experiencing for the last 30 minutes scared the living shit of me.
Asshole dog.
>>11
Wait, did you just post the same thing on two different websites? Not complaining though, I liked your story. I wish it snowed where I live.
>>12
What is the other site? I want to look for subtle differences.
>>6 this song is nicer (●´∀｀●)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EK_LN3XEcnw&ob=av3e
>>13
SAoVQ. The only difference is the italic ``finds me'' on the dqn one.
>>15
Thank you, I overlooked this. It must mean something then.
"finds me" - "find me"? Maybe he is in trouble and can't call for help himself?
>>17
Being both a dokyun and VIPPER, he is undoubtedly well-versed in the practice of weaving together COOL FREE WINTER WEAR using only snow and twigs. It's safe to assume that, though he may be lost, he is not necessarily in danger, and will most likely find his way home within the day. And anyway, this is a learning experience from which he may scarcely fail to benefit from.
The golden triangle of VIP, DQN, and LOUNGE --
When will Espeon tell me that she loves me?! I want a sweet, beautiful girl to hold in my arms! I want to love and be loved. The hands of God alone may create and destroy. Man, the Artist, can only reframe. My cat is sleeping on my feet. But my arms, in their rest, hold only pillows.
I drew a picture of Espeon (the Poke) and I have it taped to the wall beside my bed. Every night before I go to sleep I kiss it. If I feel lonely, I pet it like a real cat. I'm not crazy. I'm not fucking crazy.
When will Espeon tell me that she loves me?! I want a sweet, beautiful girl to hold in my arms! I want to love and be loved. The hands of God alone may create and destroy. Man, the Artist, can only reframe. My cat is sleeping on my feet. But my arms, in their rest, within every orifice hold only pillows. I drew a picture of Espeon and I'm not crazy. I'm not fucking crazy. Get out of my head, I am not a number. I am a free man! Let me be fabulous through the ends of time and space. Get off my ``back''. You're not my mother. Man enters the world as he leaves it, alone. It's my destiny to live life alone. Espeon, I long for you. Some day I will make the trip to Mother I have it taped to the wall beside my bed. Every night before I(the Poke) go to sleep I kiss it. If I feel lonely, I pet it like a real cat. Russia. I will cross the icy Bering Strait in this boat I made by hand. The matters of love have never been simple. Flair, baby. My body is a temple. Emacs my electric chalkboard and more my electric bible. My brain an electric playground. A proud 0037. Get out of my head, Shii. Otaku named Tokiko "Nameless" book reading youkai, ironically with a name The truth of being cummed inside Spread pleasure deep It's HERE
Whose eyes are these looking back at me? These hands are cold, they are a dead man's hands. There's nothing like a leper. On the left, the index is longer; on the right, the ring. We are who we will be and have been. The timeline is a lie. There only is the present. We ARE humans, being. We live and live on.
Espeon should post a picture of herself. I, for one, wouldn't mind a sort of mini-waifu alongside Haruhi whom we could all have immediate recourse to.
Oh how I love chocolate milk...
>>1 i know what song you are referencing and I wish to subcribe to your newsletter.
I mean last.fm
>>26,26,26 is a triple baka!
My VC is "how"
This perplexes me immensely. I'm not sure how to answer it.
>>26
Lol, wut?
In his downtime, of which there was a great deal due to the wonders of modern technology, Mike had edited several sections and added much more to his copy of the Emergency Procedures binder. Obviously the first step was to remove the warning to DO NOT ALTER THIS DOCUMENT. Every potential disaster had been covered from Airplane Crash to Zombie Apocalypse in his custom edition. As he flipped through it and found he had woefully neglected to provide an updated index, the thing that struck him most about his present situation was that the police department had hold music on their 9-1-1 line. Cowering beneath his desk, he asked himself "Jesus fuck, is that Brittney Spears?" It was just in time for the operator to hear it.
There was disgusted silence for a second as though this were the eighth hostage situation she had to deal with before ten in the morning. "Hi, Mike? And you're sure this is no one that works there?"
Exasperated, he half yelled and whispered, "What the fuck? Where is the SWAT team? He's killing people!" To prove a point, there were several gunshots followed by screaming in the distance. All that stood between him and the killer tearing up the office was a sturdy door, utterly nullified in its purpose by a glass panel right next to it that went from floor to ceiling. If they kicked it out, anyone could just let themselves in from the outside.
"Right. Mike, has he made any demands?"
"What? I'm not going out to ask!"
"You didn't hear anything?"
Mike laughed nervously, mostly because he had replaced the Air Disaster page of the emergency procedures with the image macro of a very fat black woman captioned They be all like, you need pants to fly along with a checklist that included (3.) Search for survivors (unless pictured above). "I don't fucking know. He was screaming about someone named leon or peon or some shit. Why is no one here yet?!"
"I'm going to have to put you on hold..." the operator said, and before he could insist she wait, the phone begged him to hit me baby, one more time...
"Goddamned cocksucker", Mike whispered, flipping past Anthrax, Band, Anthrax, Biological agent, Apocalypse, 2012, Apocalypse, Traditional, Bomb, Atomic, Bomb, Stink, Bomb Threat... There were more gunshots, more screaming, more yelling.
He heard it clearly this time: Where the fuck is Espeon? You tell that fucker GREY is here!
Gun-wielding maniac would be somewhere after Disco, The Return of and Elephant Rampage...
(THE END)