Glitch12, i have the answer.
That SNES is a Super Famicom, basically the Japanese version of the snes. Which is awesome.
And it was a great flash i liked it.
Glitch12, i have the answer.
That SNES is a Super Famicom, basically the Japanese version of the snes. Which is awesome.
And it was a great flash i liked it.
Well I'm glad I accidently drew a real SNES. Thanks for the ten.
WTF?!
Mustard!?!
ROFL!
They Say.
That when you die, your brain stays alive playing back memories in some twisted acid-trip-mindfuck shit. And After about 10 minutes, it gets faint, and your mind starts to decay...until it fades to black, and your dead.
ROFL
IT'S FRYLOCK!
...i'm sad now...
BECAUSE PROFITEROLES DO NOT EXIST! *tear*
whut?
OMG AWESOME
DELTA SQUAD'S IN YOUR HOUSE, BITCH! You Hear that Shit?! You Grubby-ass-bitches are goin down! Like way down-dead down, so down you ain't gonna know which way is up! Your asses are gonna be cryin', to your skank ass queen, "Oh mommy, Don't let the bad man hurt us!" FUCK YOU! We gonna whoop ur momma's ass! WOOOO!
Does This look infected to you?
Delta Squad's in your house now, Bitch! Ya'll Grumbly-ass bitches are goin' down! Like way down-dead down...So Down that ya'll asses ain't gonna know which way's up!
Your Asses are gonna be cryin' to your skank-ass queen, "Oh, mommy, don't let the bad man hurt us!" FUCK YOU! We gonna whup your momma's ass! WOO!
GodDammit Marcus! Where's Maria!?! Auuhgh! :(
Dammit, mister! Blood Soaked with worm-blood...Like Hamtaro on Crack!
Remember, Johnny, Here at S-Mart, We always have Smart Shoppers! lawl...
Shop Smart, Shop S-Mart.
I'll take the remington.
Yay, Greatness at it's best.
I think I have aids. I mean, I went to Darfur last week and met a fellow named Kunta. We shared a few glasses of wine and a few laughs, when he suggested we partake in a vigorous bout of anal sex. At first I was appauled, but Kunta was steadfast in his task of deflowering my anal cherry. Kunta stood and beat his chest. What the wanted was all too clear, I could see the lust in his eyes. He pinned me down and whispered ancient African mantras into my ear. His beard tickled my ear as I listened to hushed and incoherent phrases. His breath smelled of fine wine and I vaguely recall smelling garlic. I repressed most of it, just a blur of unprotected anal intercourse and intravenous methamphetamine use.
I made you a cake!
Thaaannk youu!
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That's Igor Von N****r to you...
- I rap - I make beats - I swag - I surf - I fucked your bitch probably
Age 31, Male
Music Man
Fuck School..
My Room, probably.
Joined on 10/10/07