]]>WoW is a tax on the stupid.
If women want equality, they should try being equal. Put on some muscle, learn spatial reasoning, and try using logic once in a while.
Back to the Future was rubbish.
If you're going to kill an animal to eat it, what's wrong with enjoying yourself while you do it?
Swastikas shouldn't be offensive. After all, they were just co-opted from other cultures where it's a symbol of good luck.
I find Suicide Girls incredibly attractive.
Grunge was never good.
Riding a motorcycle is just a shortcut to organ donation
For all intensive purposes I could care less
If you trick a girl into having sex with you under the pretense that you're a supernatural being, it's not really rape.
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If you've never been inside a Waffle House, they are as close to hell as you are likely to find. They smell like
stale cigarettes and desperation. If woman aborted children in the booths the place couldn't be more depressing. They
are filthy hives of disease. In fact, every time a biological outbreak occurs near a Waffle House, the CDC raze the
building just to be sure.
I stumbled through the entrance doors and tried to find the bathrooms. I make it to the Mens room and burst in.
Unfortunately, there is a fat redneck in the ONE stall in the entire Mens room. Apparently Waffle House will serve you
burned coffee by the gallon, pounds of greasy bacon, and plates FILLED with pancakes, but not give you 2 places to shit
in one building.
Nothing was stopping this shit however. I pulled down my pants and went to the urinal. There I was with my ass
pointed at a urinal, both my hands pressed up against the thin, steel privacy walls. The beginning was disgusting. One
long, high fart followed by the pressure of a crushed garden hose far past it's pressure rating. Shit literally
EXPLODED out of me, striking not just the standing porcelain of the urinal, but the wall behind it as well AND both of
the privacy walls. I must have had an arc of shit of about 115 degrees from my anus. The smell was proof of their not
being a god, for surely no just creator would inflict such an odor without provocation. It smelled of sulfur and hate,
and possibly the unique bouquet that only rotting, overly ripe, overly sweet fruits can produce. After about 20 seconds
of this hell on earth, there was complete silence.
Suddenly, the hillbilly in the stall started coughing, then gagging. The sound of his metal belt buckle clattering
against the floor as he desperately pulls up his pants and the sounds of a hurried flush are heard before he rockets
out of the stall. He has his hand against the left side of his face, whether to avoid making eye contact or to somehow
screen out the horrors of my miasma of shit, I still have no idea.
I couldn't really be bothered with a more thorough investigation of his actions, however, because as soon as he
opened the stall door, large, golf ball sized demons erupted from my anus. Truly, the second level of Hell was trying
to force its way to Earth from my colon. Pain like I had never experienced before tore my breath away as a dozen
shitballs pinged off the urinal and onto the floor, to roll around and form a minefield for my trapped bathroom
companion. I was sobbing as he reached the door and tried desperately to push it open. His frantic attempts to escape
culminated when he tried to LITERALLY kick the door open. When he reared back and lifted his leg, he slipped on the
liquid filth that infests all Waffle House bathrooms; a mix of week old piss, sweat, grease, and wasted ejaculate. The
sudden jolt mixed with landing hard onto a few shitballs broke his will, and he started vomiting and crying.
Finally my shit was nearing its end, as a long pillar of shit that hung from my ass to just below my knee broke off
and hit the floor with a thud. The Waffle House manager chose this time to appear, no longer able to ignore the cries
of what the patrons assumed to be a rape/murder/suicide. I hobbled to the towel dispenser and cleaned off as best I
could with my legs shaking like a new born fawn.
I took off my pants and underwear, which were ruined, and left the Waffle House with my head held low as the smell
of shit had cut through even the most vile smells a Waffle House could produce, and left nearly all the customers in a
gagging, seizing fit as they rushed for the door.
December 30th 2010, 3:08 pm American Eastern Standard Time.
Fags.
]]>Rather than have him roll back the changes, which are keeping hoardes of nasty chinks at bay even as we speak, I have decided to start afresh and migrate over to PunBB, which is a lot more reliable and was coded by people who aren't dumb and which isn't illegally obtained like the old forums were.
Migrating all of the old data over from vBulletin is basically impossible so I'm not going to bother trying, so that means you'll have to re-register your usernames and post all of your dumb shit again.
For now there won't be any category-specific forums, just post whatever you like wherever you like, and we'll see how long it takes for you all to make a mess of things.
Don't take this opportunity (LOOKING AT YOU NOW ROBBIE) to register someone else's user name and start shit-posting, because it will just irritate me.
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