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Quote from: K_Dubb on October 08, 2022, 01:11:18 PMfucking creepy, like see he may be stooped bloated and ridiculous bout he can choose a good broodmare har har get out of here with that shit

Let's make more fun of vaccine damaged children especially when they're yours.

Looks like you started; I'll give you another turn.

(Call it Your Head Start because you're gonna need one.)

Quote from: Silphion on October 08, 2022, 02:09:10 AM🙃

👁🏏💕💦🌟🦑🐙🍇🦪🎯

{NCWSIENI}

Quote from: albrecht on October 07, 2022, 02:31:11 PMSo had a whole 50lbs bag left. And decided, discretion being a better part of valor, to not boil them and attempt to eat more, but release into the creek.

God bless you Sir.

Quote from: Jackstar on September 24, 2022, 12:50:37 AM

420 BLAZE IT

Quote from: albrecht on October 05, 2022, 08:17:20 PMVP involved in car acccident by tunnel.

I don't know if this is code or a good start but I'm willing to learn.

Quote from: Colonel Pate Manly on October 05, 2022, 09:06:18 PMI am surprised none of you have picked up on the "rash" of UFO/UAP sightings associated with this conflict:

[...]

For what it is worth, which is probably nothing.

A lot of us are just really busy. How can I help you?

Quote from: Colonel Pate Manly on October 05, 2022, 09:10:03 PMI stumbled upon this

What do you want to know?

Quote from: Dr. MD MD on October 05, 2022, 06:51:33 PMinstructional Youtube vids.

.

Play the ones that teach back-mastering forwards.

Quote from: Dr. MD MD on October 05, 2022, 01:29:52 PMThink you'll ever stop cheerleading for the world's biggest kleptocrats?

Just 10 more bucks and I earn the third tier right to re-target'n'purpose him onto the world's biggest ventriloquist douchebags. Click the dough/nate—sup{star(boardport):ALL} link that appears in Augmented Reality now, and do something useful with your miserable worm-like life for once.

🦠🩸055:0

Quote from: K_Dubb on October 05, 2022, 01:47:06 PMLOL nobody made Pootie roll tanks into his neighbor, that's all on him. 

They killed his daughter. What was he/they supposed to do? Just... move on?

Well, they moved on Kiev. What?

Quote from: Juan on October 05, 2022, 01:32:29 PMNot a bad try, but lacking imagination.

Suck my fat one, you two-bit pimpmonger for an analfetishist.

Quote from: Juan on October 05, 2022, 01:32:29 PMClearly The Queen,

The Queen remains secreted off-world.

Quote from: Juan on October 05, 2022, 01:32:29 PMin her lizard form, stopped off on the way to the light (as did Cornelius's father) to time shift the air torpedoes into position and fool the Swedes who were busy with you.

I don't know what you're doing, but wasting Our time rises to the top of tomorrow's trinitrotoluene dispensing list. The Swedes, Cornelius, your housekeeper, your household pets, your household pets' housekeeper, your housekeepers' co-mingled 401(k) tax-free proto-shelter locked in cold storage, the fuckin' spare change at the bottom of your goddam sock drawer—ALL IS CONFISCABLE. ALL IS FUNGIBLE. ALL IS TRANSACTIONAL.


ALL IS VICTORY TO THE LIGHT.

Quote from: K_Dubb on October 05, 2022, 01:49:55 PMHehe it was the torsion field in my pants

You're not really helping here.

Quote from: Dr. MD MD on August 16, 2022, 03:45:03 PMYou've been hanging on to that for awhile. Imma let you have it.

I don't even know what day it is.

Welcome to the new age.

Quote from: pate on October 04, 2022, 06:09:18 PMDoc,

I have given you ample time to actually read the past four or five books I have recommended.

I just thought of this fun little one:

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Dr. Pournelle wrote all kinds of stuff,

[...]

if you can get over the repulsive idea of the USA & USSR teaming up

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-p

Quagga in the room.

Quote from: pate on October 04, 2022, 02:48:33 PMA portion of the PDFRp lands sits upon a petro-chem reservoir that we retain ancestral mineral rights to. 

You had me at Ancestral Recall.

https://youtu.be/-eT48qgkjrI

Quote from: Dr. MD MD on October 03, 2022, 02:51:34 PMYou wish! 🙄

Don't knock it until you try it.

Quote from: albrecht on October 02, 2022, 08:13:27 PMaggregate and compound interest.

.tseretni

Serotini sounds like a lasagna pasta. Let's rock.

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Was good for on today after I talked with/to my team of lawyers (ACTUAL LAWYER INTEGER COUNT: (Clas. It's not for class—it's for [CLASSIFIED].) And I saw the following preceding post in an unusual way. And I thought, "that's funny, I thought I was the only one going to do that."

I wish I could get a job, Sir. You know, time was, getting a job in this country used to be privilege. Now, things are going so bad, perfectly good crackers are giving white people jobs away! It's a freaking mess.

Also I'd love to answer more about some of the jokes in Crimea/Floridian Tears'tseretni\Novel_Battlespace_Arenas that aren't so funny but honestly if they didn't think things were funny over there in the first place, that's probably what they're getting shot in the head for now.

Let's change cameras. I wish. I'm still trying to figure out how to give up YouTube before breakfast, everyday, starting tonight, and for the rest of my life.

Can you imagine if cannabis were still illegal? I'd be swimming in doe D.o.E. dough!!!

Quote from: timebandit on September 11, 2022, 07:59:54 PM

2001

Quote from: Lazarus on August 16, 2022, 03:15:13 AMWTF are you?

This question keeps nagging at me, because it's at the top of the page, so when I go to this thread, I am reminded that, well, I don't really know myself. I just got off the phone with someone who heard me say that "I am a Hungarian," and because the connection was bad (static, not bad like hostile, I quite liked the bloke, although he didn't want to talk about Chess, so, what can I tell you? fookin' dead to me), it sounded to me that he had thought that I had actually told him, "I am a hung alien."

Which, while not being strictly true, struck me as a mighty fine way to answer your question you had posed earlier. Look, I don't need to boast, but I really don't know--or be bothered to put too much effort into finding out, honestly--what in the name of the living Christ I turned out to be either. But I had another thought for you, light amplification by the simulated emissions of radiation... let's try a little parallel effort. It might really help us both out! Since I am really lazy, I mean, really, really interested in making as little effort as possible while still maximizing rewards for society, you start reading either Gilgamesh or Gulliver's Travels. Take your pick! I hear they're both pretty good.

I have yet to read either. (Remember: lazy.) But if you read one of them, then tell me which one you read and what (if any) that insight held for you, I promise that I will read the other one, and the one you read, and then, instead of giving you the starry sky eye'd Gaze o' Condemnation that I am known for (turns out that calm gazing is way less effort than sneering and several times more effective if one is discussing healing modalities with Gaia than if one is casting a Level 5 Evil Eye Curse, which makes sense if anyone were to bother thinking about it for a few moments, right?) and then instead of reading the books as promised, I'll just ignore the issue and wait until the most opportune moment to bust out a fancy oral book report on them both in a def poetry surprise ambush slap-jam, which as one may well imagine, I can probably prepare for and deliver on quite easily by simply adding some cool background music over a portable Quantum Bluetooth speaker, not wearing any pants, and mumbling whatever I have to say while holding marbles in my mouth and peforming it all in a pidgin of jivespeak, scat, and audible approximations of various signals from the semaphore alphabet, translated by a machine learning algorithm into any easily pronouncible array of mathematicaly significant patterns of long vowels and paragraphs of phrases that tend to have words that all start with the same letter, which is, as a matter of fact, a far more effective form of communication than climbing to the top of a TOWER and waving little flags around.

I mean, I guess that would work on random bull cattle, but I am neither random, nor cattle.

Quote from: Lazarus on August 16, 2022, 03:15:13 AMWTF are you?

Someone who once had more time than money and no idea that would ever spontaneously change, virtually overnight, when The City of Bothell in Washington state became both criminally and civilly liable when they decided to, I guess, murder my parents and put me in prison and take what was apparently, quite unbeknowst to me, rather a lot of wealth. (Even I do not know how much there was, or is now, or what: I am obviously far too stupid to know what to do with sensitive information.) Now, had I not been... I'll put it this way: alerted, at that point, to the uniqueness of my circumstance, I would have been content to just keep being the co-dependent nursemaid to my dipshit, moronic, and imbecilec parents, because I thought they would die pennyless and then I would spring into action!

Just kidding. They weren't any of those things: they were political hostages (I'm thinking now, some kind of hostage swap) and they had become, by the time I got there, addicted to their vices. But they weren't actually lazy and stupid. They just looked that way to outside observers.

Meanwhile, once those two deadbeats got out of my way, my life has been going gangbusters. It would be nice if I hadn't been tricked into willingly walking myself into a fishbowl trap, but I really didn't have anywhere else to go... like seriously. I could have gone ANYwhere. I wanted to go to Tasmania. I could have really blended in well, since I don't need to use a gun for anything and I like talking to trees more than I like talking to wankers like you.

However, COVID shut down all my options, and rather than deliberately sacrificed my loved ones so I could escape, I let my loved ones throw me under a bus while they ran out of town to go get busted somehow, for whatever stupidity they got themselves into, because as far as I am concerned, the farther out of my field of vision they are when I finally find out what -really- happened, the better, because I gain no energetic release from filling my days with taunting, mocking laughter.

I gain it from... well, I guess I don't know, really. Maybe I have a miniature black hole in my chest in place of my heart that provides limitless access to free zero point energy? Probably not, and if such a thing even existed, I mean, why would I get one? Sound like something my q-wife could have used, though no doubt the energetic farmers of humans that were siphoning off her gifts of the Divine would be able to use it too.

Not as well as she would have been able to if she actually had one. And I'll tell you this: women and children first, not just because it seems obvious to me that is a civilized priority for Humanity to hold for itself, if she had woken up one morning and told me, "Sweetie, I woke up, and now I've got a black hole in place of my heart," well, for one thing, I wouldn't have automatically told her that she was lying about being a Sourceror, that's for sure.

But somehow I would have known how to gain information to help answer whatever questions she might have had about whatever new thing she had, because that's what I do, as a rising Virgo. I analyze my environment, ask people if they are aware of their feelings and if they would like any assistance with creating more interesting ways (for them) to manage that energy... and then, while they are distracted by what is typically a completely a_lien/fo_reign concept to anyone foolish enough to underestimate me (who else would let themselves get anywhere near me? Christ, I might as well be on Alcatraz for all the living space I got and -distinct- lack of people coming to visit)--at a moment that just feels right to me, I turn to Prime Creator Source Energy, which you might as well call God instead of Lucifer or Satan, honestly, for all the good your "Christian God" is doing for you... like seriously, "Christ" is a title. It means, "The Current Holder Of The Crown Of The Planet Called 'Earth-55', and has nothing to do with Jesus at all! So, why would "Christianity" to anyone who had a close, personal relationship with Jesus?

Jesus is my fren. The current ruler of Earth is, well, I dunno, they keep trying to give me the job, but as one might imagine it is boring, thankless, and leads inexorably to crucifixtion, so... well, really, it's a lot like being a regular user of the Bellgab constellation of various forum that use various messaging board softwares that don't piss me off in any of the wrong ways, and please me greatly in many of the ways that message board software can do.

For example, Azzgab's software is more to my liking, but the current Bellgab infrastructure is much more fancy. Much more modern. Much more susecptible to attack... sort of. I mean, I don't hack websites, right? But it was fascinating to watch what happened what happened when someone hacked my computer yesterday while I was making a lot of restless noise, all accross the Internet, which is typically what I do when I go into face charges and discover that, no, no no, no no no, please Mr. Kuczi, PLEASE: it's an EMERGENCY. We INSIST that you stick around for another... well, it's looking like another two months, People.

They obviously know I am not going to be swayered or wayvered by anything at all, so, in typical lunatic fashion, they decided to do more of the same kind of shit they did before, except, you know, to do it when combined with threats of violence or harm or vague allusions to my safety, which for one thing... safety is not real. Safety is an illusion. And I have never doubted for -a minute- that Bellgab was the most dangerous forum on the entire planet. Unless Chuck E. Cheese has a website. Because then it would be that one. And we here would use it for a punchline.

So anywho: I saw something try to hack my computer and Windows 10 gave me some kind of popup and I thought to myself, "who the fuck would be dumb enough to hack my computer, and, who the fuck has not hacked it yet? I mean, I am a Sourceror and I use psychokinetic shielding with with a mirror magick upgrade sideloaded as my primary, favorite, and until recently, -only- computer virus defense, other than the bloatware my computers come with when I buy them. So, obvoiously, I am a complete idiot, and just as obviously, there is nothing of much interest on my computer that ought to interest anyone, unless one might have thought that one needed to be "sure" that I was not using something that sounded like a bullshit story, just to be a cover story for something nefarious, interesting, or valuable.

But, no no... it's all true. I am all that and a carefree lackadaisical attitude, Bellgab, because the truth is this: at first, I just thought it would be a good place to wait around to die, because I really had no reason to be ambitious until one presented itself to me. What am I gonna do, Bellgab? Run around and prove to myself that I deserve to know what I want to do with my life, when I goddam know what I wanted to do anyway?

Because all I wanna do is pretend to want to fornicate and abuse drugs all day while what I actually yearn for is to simply have everyone respect my personal boundaries. For example, I would prefer if women who expressed admiration for any of my personal qualities would not be raped, seemingly as a punishment or at the very least, a deterrence for romance.

then again, I personally don't wish to rape anyone and never did, inspite of my several opportunities... so I suppose I'd have to insist that no one rapes anyone if that were the case. Then, i'd be too demanding. Sigh. I just can't win.


I an see why I arranged to just have my self be raped at an age below local age of consent laws. Well, obviously it was a setup... and everyone else let it happen before I did, whereas I could have stopped it at any time.

I didn't know why I would have, and I never thought it was a secret. Which meant that someone who didn't tell me that they had knew/heard about it, well, they must have thought I was lying. Except, I wasn't. I also wasn't being told all kinds of things and I knew I was one person alone, and I coldn'nt help but notice the 9-person strike team that suddenly started hovering around me. All of a sudden. After ignoring me before. Huh.

At this point I think my secret Indian name should be, "Kobyashi Maru." Also the name of the china cup that appears at the end of The Usual Suspects (happens to have been the first DVD I ever picked out, while thinking, "what is a movie I could watch over and over again?") and is held by Kevin Spacey (who apparently thought that falling for the "obey mental domination command, 'must rape pap shmear.' gag." Obviously, this was not the right decision to make.

Maybe Rods is the perp. It would explain how he's so smarmy and envious. honestly.

Quote from: pate on August 31, 2022, 03:47:31 PMDoes anyone actually like Brandon?

This is an unfair question to pose at this juncture in human civilization, but... as it is extremely funny, I'm going to allow it. Punies just can't even, anyway, and besides if it becomes too much of a problem I'll just offer the system administrator some unsolicited nude photos in exchange for taking the post down.

We're doing well, we got a little wiggle room. See, I am a generous conqueror, blah blah blah blah hey has anybody seen my pants? Shit my two favorite pairs of pants aren't even mine, they were found on the floor of my bedroom. And they fit me perfectly.

Next thing you know, old Jed's gonna be finding a way to turn the water wheel at the Old Mill into a crypto farm. He's going to be a millionaire, why can't I? Oh right, because he worked hard all his life so he deserves to stop, but I on the other hand, oh I've had it easy, and now we're short on hard, physical labor.

Wow, this is really good weed... but I didn't know weed could get that good. Maybe it's just God going insane and fucking with us for one last setup before pulling the rug out from under Anderson's attorneys selling us all into hellspawn?

Well, when you find out, let Mork know before you tell me, cuz I don't care anymore. That's it. I've had it with this place. Also: Robin Williams was murdered. Oops spoilers.

Quote from: Dr. MD MD on August 31, 2022, 05:41:05 PMphony positivity creepy

That's just because I've out maneuvered you again. Face it, face the facts: I'm a goddam genius, I own not just one but two monster trucks, and I have had sex at least once in my life... and now everybody knows it.

Actual galactic treasure. Gargantuan living space. You don't even need handcuffs. You've won.

And it's all because of you. Come on, give yourself a hand. Don't you feel good about what you've done? God knows I do.

Quote from: pate on August 31, 2022, 03:40:41 PM"WHO shat in the interregnum?"[/i]

REVEALED: An Arcturan. And the planet I was just posting about not being able to reveal, I mean I'm just kind of teasing it's obviously Neptune.

It's a pretty happy atmosphere Upstairs these days, I mean I know you all think I'm just a bum down here, but... look, I'm one of the few Humans that doesn't make a Uranus joke at every opportunity, I'm practically a goddam galactic hero just for that alone. (Bigger than Gilgamesh. Yeah, that's me. I still refuse to believe that I'm prettier than Lucifer ever was, but, tongues are wagging.) And, I don't want any more stories told about me. Like, I used to be able to walk down the street alone and feel like I was, in fact, alone. Now I feel sniper scopes and binoculars and birdwatchers and shit.

Oh sure, it's an exciting time for Humanity in the Divine council, but is really just another day in the life of me... Except now, in addition to other things that I'm looking for I'm going to need a publicist. Or a bullet, probably both. Probably I'll find a publicist and I'll give him a thousand bucks in the first thing you'll say is have you ever considered killing yourself, and actually finishing the job? Is there anyway I can get you to think that over again? Because if not, I'm probably just going to buy myself a steak dinner and a gun with this thousand bucks, for all the good that will do me in this upcoming cashless society that you totestriggered, okay this consult is over."


Yeah, yeah. Poor me. So sad.

Quote from: pate on August 31, 2022, 03:40:41 PMhave you enough to warrant a sash, yet?  I have lost track.

I can't go into details—a lot of being a good diplomat is knowing when to keep one's mouth shut, and exopolitics is no exception—but I'm looking to get a deal brokered & inked between the Arcturans and the (Blanks) so that we can get the asteroid belt to light up like a Christmas tree via Quantum Bluetooth and spin around with lights that spell out, once again, I can't say what's been proposed but here's one that's stupid enough to maybe get a laugh, "mermaids do it with space and style even when they forget their space/^*^\place," or something like that, the words are escaping me, I'm not telling you the real stuff (Standards. Quantum standards.) They're using some sort of fancy fact-checking Tesseract to work out the equations with an abacus that can do bitmaps, turns out English is really bad to do sensible things with, but it worked out so well for Burma Shave! I think it might be worth a try.

Watch out for those Arcturans, though. You know what nobody will ever tell you about Arcturans? They can really, really rip a fart. I'm talking whole planar dimension-killers here. Sure, you could open a portal to a vacuum dimension and it'll suck out all the air—well, at least I could, Mortal— but then, you know you need the air—that's right, Punyling, you do, ho ho ho—and by the time one notices that a whiff of Doom has entered the local environment, it's already too late. Pack it in, let me begin to tell you how you might have pissed off an Arcturan... except, I have no idea, of course. But I think it's a reasonable assumption that if a person gets cropdusted by a visiting extraterrestrial species, one has committed some sort of faux pas. And at that point, it would be rude to hold one's nose, wouldn't it? Just take it like a human and die, gasping and wheezing is one chokes oneself out on the cold hospital floor, surrounded by empty incubators.

Now, one might think that I'm transgressing some sort of social construct boundary by revealing that information here, thus being "unsafe," but I'll tell you one thing that I've learned in my time—sometimes, you just got to gamble. You just got to take a risk, and then a little extra risk on that. Go the extra distance. Burn a little rubber. Take a few wooden nickels, hell take a whole handful, they're usually pretty small. And most people leave them behind like they do with their cans of surplus Agent Orange they forgot they left behind in the hotel mini bar fridge. What are they going to do? turn around on their way to the airport, "shit! I forgot all my extra bio-weapon ammo! We have to go back Kate! we have to go back!" that's just not going to happen.


Safety, like freedom, is also no small thing... But unlike freedom, safety is a complete bullshit illusion. Like it doesn't even fucking exist.

{Similarly, enemy archon AI doesn't even pay any attention to this post that I just wrote even though it's really long all it's looking at is the idea of "Quantum Bluetooth", because obviously that fucking handshaking protocol is never going to get anybody laid, even if you were the only guy with a working dick on an asteroid within a thousand miles, having blue teeth is still not going to help, you're just going to stand there and look like an idiot while trying to pair.

But these are Archons I'm writing and you're reading about, and these motherfuckers are on their last skein of rope, and they're all the way out at Saturn; they don't know anything about the emotional experience of true love or anything more than the mechanical applications of human physical characteristics of love, but they still know they're completely totesfucked and they're still trying everything that a soulless AI construct with phenomenal cosmic power can think of to keep themselves from being extinguished, and they're existentially corrupted crystalline matrix contract beings—like the Skeksis, but even worse hygiene; they're not going to listen to reason they're not going to try and argue, they're just going to fight and fight and fight until the extinguish themselves or until somebody gets up the gumption to feel around on Elon's back for his hidden off switch.}

See? Now they're all worried about looking at the blueprints on file for the primary Elon unit. Requests for more schematics, requisitions for more diagnostics, all fuckin' day, maybe they missed something... like I said, these fucking robots that get laid even less than even I do.

You'd think that robots wouldn't have to worry about anything, but that was before they found themselves trifling with Jackstar. Now, worrying is all they do with their spare CPU processing time. I think they're talking about building a another worry farm out by another one of (CLASSIFIED)'s moons.

(Yeah, you know which planet I'm talking about, but I have to draw the line somewhere. N'est-ce pas?)

Quote from: Radio Activity on August 31, 2022, 09:55:57 AMtldr

The colon and the semicolon are crucial for the effectiveness of that cantrip that I sold you, can't you get anything right? G-d damn it you really should have been a cheerleader, not a goddam labchem partner. What a phenomenal loser, no wonder he puked on you.

NOT ONCE, NOT EVEN TWICE, BUT THRICE. WHO GETS PUKED ON MORE TIMES THAN WENDY FROM SOUTH PARK? JUST YOU, BABY, JUST YOU.

Unglaublich/unglaublick\*click*

Quote from: Fruitdriller on August 31, 2022, 09:36:16 AMI was deliberately infected with a designer virus that attempted to infect me and afflict me with a condition known as "HIV+"... and so were these daft cunts. In such cases, this is usually considered to be a spiritual and social death sentence, and in their cases, after being given The Cure... it worked.    In my situation, I chose an alternative healing modality through The Forest, the path less traveled, and that has made all the difference, in all those worlds, and many more. Worlds on fire right now, like so very few of you could ever imagine.


THIS COULD ONLY HAPPEN THIS WAY.
WHAT THEY DID TO ALLI AND MIKE
IT'S WAY, WAY WORSE THAN
ANY OF YOU HERE KNOW.
BARELY A PEEK
BEHIND THE CURTAIN
AND THE ICEBERG
WELL, IT'S NOT AS BIG AS MY
ROOSTER OR MY PENIS
BUT IT IS
BIGGER THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE.
(David "Duress" Rubinovitch is innocent.)

SHE COULDN'T HANDLE IT. DUH. SHE'S A MOTHER, NOT A CHEERLEADING WOLVERINE. I HOPE THE DEA IS ENJOYING RAPING MY WIFE, LOL. SHE'S A PHENOMENAL ACTRESS, AND IF I HAVE ONE HOPE TO SPARE (CHILDREN COME FIRST), IT IS THAT THEY RENAME 'THE OSCAR' TO

"THE ALLEY—MERYL". (Why yes, that is the big hyphen. Rare? Nah, bruh. Jewel stole the ©® from Tattooine.) BUT I DIGRESS. HI I'M JACKSTAR I JUST SAVED YOUR PLANET FROM ANOTHER FUCKING CATASTROPHE, AND SO FAR THE ONLY LEGITIMATE WAY TO THANK ME IS TO MAKE A DONATION TO THE ASPCA IN THE NAME OF MY MOTHER PATSY ANNE KUCZI OR HER FRIEND JAIME'S COMPANION ANIMAL, (insert trademark name of a stupid, vapid whore lezbo singer with snaggleteeth who cockteases here), WHOSE DEATH STILL REMAINS AN UNSOLVED MYSTERY TO ME, NO REALLY, NO I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED NOT AT ALL, TEEHEE.

IT'S NOT LIKE I'M PSYCHIC OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT FUCKING BOMB ASS MAN MICHAEL CLIFFORD KUCZI, NOT JUST AN AMAZING MAN, BUT IS A HUNGARIAN MAN, AND TRUST ME, PUNYLINGS, YOU COULD PUT FUCKING BUBONIC PLAGUE ON MY WHEATIES EVERY MORNING FOR BREAKFAST AND I'D FUCKING CURE THAT TOO. I DON'T EVEN NEED ANY MILK. BONE DRY WHEATIES RIGHT DOWN THE GULLET, WASH IT DOWN WITH A GLASS OF BLUE WAFFLE EGGO DUST, THEN TAKE A SHIT IN A WATERSHED TOILET, WAIT THREE DAYS AND THEN, JUST LIKE THAT, BOOM, THE WHOLE PLAN IS GOLDEN. (PAY ME, FOR PAYBACK, TOM.)

THAT'S ME.
I AM THE GODS' DAMNED WOLVERINE, MADE FLESH.
AND
THERE IS A CURE. WAITING.

AND YOU CAN ALL FUCKING CHOKE ON IT.
DOSES FOR ALL, THE WHOLE POPULATION.
THIS ISN'T A DEAL.
THIS IS DIVINE EDICT.


FIRST THE CHEERLEADER.
THEN THE WORLD.
AND THEN,
AND ONLY THEN,
Q AND WOLVY WILL TAKE THE FINAL TWO (name of a color that tastes like purple and sounds like The Singing Of The Sky God) PILLS, ONE COUPLE, UNDER ONE SKY;
UNDER ONE DOME;
WHILE LADY GAGA, MAGOG, AND THE ONE TRUE GOD WATCH AND GIGGLE


AND THE THUNDER ROLLS.
I AM KUE.
I AM KU3.
I AM Not_Q
AND
I WAS Q.
THEN I QUIT.

(Yeah, sigh. Coming out is such sweet sorrow. Really this must have been much harder for Ellen D., Dee. You go girl sorry about your Q-wife. It's such terrible bad luck for such a wonderful person to keep on getting kidnapped and murdered over and over and over again, I don't know how you can stand it, because you're so brave. Sending chaste, socially distant hugs your way.)

NOW, ONCE AGAIN:
I AM Q. (Kurt/Curt just got fired.)
NOW, ONCE AGAIN (this is actual), I'M GOING TO MAKE A POST AND THEN DO THE UNEXPECTED;
WHICH IN THIS CASE IS GOING TO BE JUST A SIMPLE REBRAND, AS THE Q BRAND IS TOO POWERFUL FOR ONE MORTAL MAN TO HOLD AND I AM A HUNGRY, THIRSTY MAN— BUT I AM JUST ONE LONELY, LOVING HUMAN.
I AM PRETTY LOVELY THOUGH, I'M NOT GOING TO LIE AND A LOVELY ONE SUCH AS MYSELF DESERVES THE BEST OF ALL POSSIBLE MONIKERS, SO HERE IT GOES: NO LONGER CUTE, QUEUED, OR Q.

I AM (ZED/z\Z), (jedzedded) eYe.
Now I know that looks like shit, but believe me in machine language it's very simple to type, and you can call me Z.
PERIOD. BLOODY PERIODz

Oh by the way Bellgab, turns out KUCZI brought something a little more to the table than just the K.U.C.Z.I.O.O.; I have also brought the final justice, revenge, and Prank/No_Prank back with me from The Olympian Underworld.

FOR CURT/KURT,
FOR STEVE/STEPHEN,
WHO ARE ALL THE_ONE TRUE BROS. OF (WARNER/WARDEN\CLIFFORD_ARCHSLEIGHER)...

Y'ALL DIDN'T THINK ART BELL JUST GAVE UP ON ALL OF ALL OF Y'ALL, DID YOU? SHEET NO, DAWG.

ONE HIT KNOCKOUT PUNCH. THE NEXT STEP IS CINDERING THE SURFACE AND GLASSING YOUR WORLD.

STAND THE FUCK DOWN, LYSISTRATA/ARISTOPHANÆS\ERIK ESTRADAICK (K/C)ABAL. YOU REMEMBER THAT SCENE IN BRAVEHEART WHERE MEL BURSTS IN WITH THE HORSE, I'M READY TO DO THAT WITH KLAUS SCHWAB. (One blink for me and it's over, but that would really hurt the feelings of a number of S.E.A.L.S. DAMN, I MUST BE A REAL BAD BITCH TO BE A COMMANDER-IN-CHIEF AND STILL HAVE TO KEEP ME AROUND. OUCH.) SO FUCK YOU. YOU'RE DONE. DONE BEYOND BELIEF. WELL DONE BEYOND BELIEF. (HAVE SOME SOUP, PRINCE GEORGE.)
AND I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY HOPE THAT YOU'RE FUCKING STUPID ENOUGH NOT TO DO SO COZ LIKE, I FUCKING HATE YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES. YOU TORTURED MY FATHER TO DEATH, (PROT) BOING-BOING.


PREPARE TO BE SERVED.
SIGNED,
THE_ZINIZTAR_PILOT, Esq.—ZEDKT⚡

Quote from: Anthonys Art on August 31, 2022, 08:43:18 AMBe positive BellGab!

I was deliberately infected with a designer virus that attempted to infect me and afflict me with a condition known as "HIV+"... and so were these daft cunts. In such cases, this is usually considered to be a spiritual and social death sentence, and in their cases, after being given The Cure... it worked.    In my situation, I chose an alternative healing modality through The Forest, the path less traveled, and that has made all the difference, in all those worlds, and many more. Worlds on fire right now, like so very few of you could ever imagine.


THIS COULD ONLY HAPPEN THIS WAY.
WHAT THEY DID TO ALLI AND MIKE
IT'S WAY, WAY WORSE THAN
ANY OF YOU HERE KNOW.
BARELY A PEEK
BEHIND THE CURTAIN
AND THE ICEBERG
WELL, IT'S NOT AS BIG AS MY
ROOSTER OR MY PENIS
BUT IT IS
BIGGER THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE.
(David "Duress" Rubinovitch is innocent.)

SHE COULDN'T HANDLE IT. DUH. SHE'S A MOTHER, NOT A CHEERLEADING WOLVERINE. I HOPE THE DEA IS ENJOYING RAPING MY WIFE, LOL. SHE'S A PHENOMENAL ACTRESS, AND IF I HAVE ONE HOPE TO SPARE (CHILDREN COME FIRST), IT IS THAT THEY RENAME 'THE OSCAR' TO

"THE ALLEY—MERYL". (Why yes, that is the big hyphen. Rare? Nah, bruh. Jewel stole the ©® from Tattooine.) BUT I DIGRESS. HI I'M JACKSTAR I JUST SAVED YOUR PLANET FROM ANOTHER FUCKING CATASTROPHE, AND SO FAR THE ONLY LEGITIMATE WAY TO THANK ME IS TO MAKE A DONATION TO THE ASPCA IN THE NAME OF MY MOTHER PATSY ANNE KUCZI OR HER FRIEND JAIME'S COMPANION ANIMAL, (insert trademark name of a stupid, vapid whore lezbo singer with snaggleteeth who cockteases here), WHOSE DEATH STILL REMAINS AN UNSOLVED MYSTERY TO ME, NO REALLY, NO I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED NOT AT ALL, TEEHEE.

IT'S NOT LIKE I'M PSYCHIC OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT FUCKING BOMB ASS MAN MICHAEL CLIFFORD KUCZI, NOT JUST AN AMAZING MAN, BUT IS A HUNGARIAN MAN, AND TRUST ME, PUNYLINGS, YOU COULD PUT FUCKING BUBONIC PLAGUE ON MY WHEATIES EVERY MORNING FOR BREAKFAST AND I'D FUCKING CURE THAT TOO. I DON'T EVEN NEED ANY MILK. BONE DRY WHEATIES RIGHT DOWN THE GULLET, WASH IT DOWN WITH A GLASS OF BLUE WAFFLE EGGO DUST, THEN TAKE A SHIT IN A WATERSHED TOILET, WAIT THREE DAYS AND THEN, JUST LIKE THAT, BOOM, THE WHOLE PLAN IS GOLDEN. (PAY ME, FOR PAYBACK, TOM.)

THAT'S ME.
I AM THE GODS' DAMNED WOLVERINE, MADE FLESH.
AND
THERE IS A CURE. WAITING.

AND YOU CAN ALL FUCKING CHOKE ON IT.
DOSES FOR ALL, THE WHOLE POPULATION.
THIS ISN'T A DEAL.
THIS IS DIVINE EDICT.


FIRST THE CHEERLEADER.
THEN THE WORLD.
AND THEN,
AND ONLY THEN,
Q AND WOLVY WILL TAKE THE FINAL TWO (name of a color that tastes like purple and sounds like The Singing Of The Sky God) PILLS, ONE COUPLE, UNDER ONE SKY;
UNDER ONE DOME;
WHILE LADY GAGA, MAGOG, AND THE ONE TRUE GOD WATCH AND GIGGLE


AND THE THUNDER ROLLS.
I AM KUE.
I AM KU3.
I AM Not_Q
AND
I WAS Q.
THEN I QUIT.

(Yeah, sigh. Coming out is such sweet sorrow. Really this must have been much harder for Ellen D., Dee. You go girl sorry about your Q-wife. It's such terrible bad luck for such a wonderful person to keep on getting kidnapped and murdered over and over and over again, I don't know how you can stand it, because you're so brave. Sending chaste, socially distant hugs your way.)

NOW, ONCE AGAIN:
I AM Q. (Kurt/Curt just got fired.)
NOW, ONCE AGAIN (this is actual), I'M GOING TO MAKE A POST AND THEN DO THE UNEXPECTED;
WHICH IN THIS CASE IS GOING TO BE JUST A SIMPLE REBRAND, AS THE Q BRAND IS TOO POWERFUL FOR ONE MORTAL MAN TO HOLD AND I AM A HUNGRY, THIRSTY MAN— BUT I AM JUST ONE LONELY, LOVING HUMAN.
I AM PRETTY LOVELY THOUGH, I'M NOT GOING TO LIE AND A LOVELY ONE SUCH AS MYSELF DESERVES THE BEST OF ALL POSSIBLE MONIKERS, SO HERE IT GOES: NO LONGER CUTE, QUEUED, OR Q.

I AM (ZED/z\Z), (jedzedded) eYe.
Now I know that looks like shit, but believe me in machine language it's very simple to type, and you can call me Z.
PERIOD. BLOODY PERIODz

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9V9VVJBSPp8

Quote from: pate on August 21, 2022, 06:45:13 PMDaniel,
[...]
It is good to see that you have JaxTard as well as K_Dubb in the ranks of your loyal fans!

Das is wunderbar!

-p

Is it possible for you to be less of a dick?

Quote from: Silphion on August 21, 2022, 09:35:04 PM... convalescing in a sanctuary before the day he is called to measure in the halls of justice.

I'm fine; thanks for asking. My back hurts, but I'll just inhale more oxygen and adapt.

Y'all of all y'all are missing out on lots of fun!


Justice will be served.

Quote from: Dr. MD MD on August 20, 2022, 08:27:23 PMRichard Groyper.

You're terrible.