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I know some funny guys will mess up with this thread, but seriously, describe yourself in a paragraph.
radioh3ad said:Very well, where do I begin? ... There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
radioh3ad said:My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian woman named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
crazy_cavalier said:is cleeeaan!!! *raises hands up in air*.
(one million points to anyone who knows what i'm referring to...)
crazy_cavalier said:is cleeeaan!!! *raises hands up in air*.
(one million points to anyone who knows what i'm referring to...)
psycheout said:Hey do I know you, jet-setter? Perhaps we met at one of those ridiculously pretentious, doyenne debutante balls.
crazy_cavalier said:is cleeeaan!!! *raises hands up in air*.
(one million points to anyone who knows what i'm referring to...)
radioh3ad said:Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian woman named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
Who says that you have to start relying on yourself in the "real word" ?!?bwells46 said:These threads are lame. Can't people be creative enough to write their own secondary essays? What are you going to do in the real world when you have to start relying on yourself?
gerido said:Bobby Lee from MAD tv refering to the van he was washing for a shoot after realizing he was missing work while imitading the 24 series.
radioh3ad said:Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian woman named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
SpeedRacer said:HAHAHHAHAHAH oh man that movie is HILARIOUS...so funny
radioh3ad said:Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian woman named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
haha yeah...spoken by DR. Evil.is that austin powers? ;]
OH. MY. GOD.haha yeah...spoken by DR. Evil.
haha yeah...spoken by DR. Evil.
haha yeah...spoken by DR. Evil.
i agreeAt least we know that a first-time poster was possibly using the search function rather than posting a "HELP ME! PLEASE!" post.
Searching for what? This thread is devoid of anything helpful.At least we know that a first-time poster was possibly using the search function rather than posting a "HELP ME! PLEASE!" post.
austin powers quotes.Searching for what? This thread is devoid of anything helpful.