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Post by Lord of Hordes on Mar 5, 2008 16:05:37 GMT -5
"Hey Daddy, can you help me get my toaster sticks out?"
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Post by RobertM on Mar 5, 2008 16:21:33 GMT -5
Lol, LoH is a dad. Owned.
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Post by Lord of Hordes on Mar 5, 2008 16:27:56 GMT -5
I'm going over to Hailey's....wait, HANNA'S HOME! SWEEEET! I'm going over to Hanna's...bye dad!
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Post by 123prince on Mar 6, 2008 15:08:09 GMT -5
Lulz, Fathership owns!
"DEREK, GETCHO ASS UP THESE STEPS! NAO!
COMING MOM!"
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Post by RobertM on Mar 7, 2008 20:05:15 GMT -5
Fuck You.
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Post by Piccolo on Mar 7, 2008 22:33:36 GMT -5
We're whalers on the moon,
We carry a harpoon.
But there ain't no whales
So we tell tall tales
And sing our whaling tune.
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Post by Piccolo on Mar 7, 2008 22:34:33 GMT -5
Bender: Well, I'll shoot her with my railgun* when she comes,
Yes, I'll shoot her with my railgun* when she comes.
Yes, I'll shoot her with my railgun*, oh I'll shoot her with my railgun,
Yes, I'll shoot her with my railgun* when she comes, when she comes.
I'll be blasting all the humans in the world,
I'll be blasting all the humans in the world,
I'll be blasting all the humans, I'll be blasting all the humans,
I'll be blasting all the humans in the world, in the world.
*Upon listening to it closer, I believe that Bender actually says 'raygun' not 'railgun'
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Post by Piccolo on Mar 7, 2008 22:36:48 GMT -5
Beelzebot: Cigars are evil, you won't miss 'em.
We'll find ways to simulate that smell.
What a sorry fella, rolled up and smoked like a panatella.
Here on level one of Robot Hell.
Gambling's wrong and so is cheating,
so is forging phony IOU's.
Let's let lady luck decide
what type of torture's justified.
I'm pit boss here on level two.
Ooh! Deep-fryed robot!
Bender: Just tell me why.
Beelzebot: Please read this fifty-five page warrant.
Bender: There must be robots worse than I.
Beelzebot: We checked around, there really aren't.
Bender: Then please let me explain;
My crimes were merely boyish pranks.
Beelzebot: You stole from boy scouts, nuns, and banks!
Bender: Aw, don't blame me, blame my upbringing.
Beelzebot: Please stop sinning while I'm singing!
Beelzebot: Selling bootleg tapes is wrong.
Musicians need that income to survive.
Beastie Boys: Hey Bender gonna make some noise
With your hard drive scratched by the Beastie Boys.
That's whatcha, whatcha, whatcha get on level five.
Fry: I don't feel well.
Leela: It's up to us to rescue him.
Fry: Maybe he likes it here in hell.
Leela: It's us who tempted him to sin.
Fry: Maybe he's back at the motel.
Leela: Come on Fry, don't be scared,
I'm sure at least one of us will be spared.
So just sit back, enjoy the ride.
Fry: My ass has blisters from the slide.
Beelzebot: Fencing diamonds, fixing cockfights,
Publishing indecent magazines.
You'll pay for every crime,
Knee-deep in electric slime.
You'll suffer 'till the end of time,
Enduring tortures, most of which rhyme.
Trapped forever here in Robot Hell!
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Post by Piccolo on Mar 7, 2008 22:38:14 GMT -5
I also hear myself laughing and shouting at my computer 'PH34R MAH SPAMZ0RZ GEHEHEMUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I IZ A STONED EBBBBBBIIIIIIILLLLLLLLL BRIGHTWING BAT!'
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Post by Piccolo on Mar 7, 2008 22:52:34 GMT -5
in a whispered voice to his cell phone my brother said this: 'Are you going to put it into my asspussy and force me not to cum again? I loved that!'
by the way, I forgot to mention, you may not want to read that if you get disgusted as easily as I do by hearing that!
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