• Off-Topic Discussion V.6 - Operation Top Toast (With butter) Edition
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Mhm Ice cream
[QUOTE=KommradKommisar;27123876]I got a girlfriend :buddy:[/QUOTE] Yay! :buddy:
The Internet is broke
[QUOTE=Rex_Rex;27132107]The Internet is broke[/QUOTE] What.
One month and 13 more day till something amazing happens :c00lbert:
[QUOTE=Shadowcat123;27132267]One month and 13 more day till something amazing happens :c00lbert:[/QUOTE] What?
[QUOTE=aliendrone123;27132451]What?[/QUOTE] What?
[QUOTE=Thereddragon;27132623]What?[/QUOTE] What?
What
[QUOTE=Shadowcat123;27132633]What?[/QUOTE] your brithday
[QUOTE=Xron;27132687]your brithday[/QUOTE] [IMG]http://i.imgur.com/ZLmdl.png[/IMG]
That image is awesome and always will be.
[QUOTE=ReconUnit;27132755]That image is awesome and always will be.[/QUOTE] [IMG]http://i.imgur.com/ZLmdl.png[/img]
I want a pet like that.
[QUOTE=Xron;27133008]I want a pet like that.[/QUOTE] [img]http://i.imgur.com/ZLmdl.png[/img]
Space tiger is best tiger.
[quote=aliendrone123]Space tiger is best tiger. [/quote] [img]http://i.imgur.com/ZLmdl.png[/img]
Put a tophat on it
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lITBGjNEp08[/media]
do any of you guys have Gran Turismo 5?
Got back into your old account I see Slice.
[code]You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi! Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying. You: You wake up in a PUDDLE OF BLOOD. You shakily stand and look to your left. On the ground you see a MUTILATED CORPSE. The room you are in is RATHER BARREN, containing little furniture. TWO CLOSED WINDOWS are in the wall to your left. You seem to be UNABLE TO RECALL how you got here, or what you have done for the last few hours. In fact, you can't remember anything you've done. You suddenly don't know anything. All you can remember is your FIRST NAME: ____. Stranger: MR You: YOUR NAME IS MR? You: REALLY? You: THAT'S LAME DUDE. Stranger: First name, MR Stranger: Middle name, period. Stranger: Last name Stranger: T You: Okay cool. You: But you don't remember the .T Stranger: Yeah, I know. Stranger: This sucks. Stranger: So my name is Mr You: YOUR NAME IS "MR", you are alone and amnesiac with a corpse. Suddenly you hear SIRENS in the distance. What do you do? Stranger: Drink a can of Drank extreme relaxation beverage (www.drankbeverage.com) You: You seem to be unable to find and CANNED BEVERAGES in the room, particularly this swill called DRANK that you seem to remember LOVING. Or advertising, at least. You: You try opening the door, but it's STUCK. Stranger: But how will I slow my roll? Stranger: WHY DID I TRY OPENING THE DOOR THAT IS STUPID. You: Your ROLL is admittedly rather QUICK PACED. Unfortunately you can do nothing about it whilst STUCK in this room. Stranger: Well, I've got these giant manly arms. Stranger: BUT. Stranger: I should find a notepad and paper and write down as much detail about this crime scene first. Stranger: IS THERE ANY PAPER? Stranger: Check my pockets. Do I have a pen? You: You are also unable to find any suitable writing materials, however you, being CLEVER AS YOU ARE, use the BLOOD and the BARREN WALLS to write down the basic facts of what seems to have happened. You: What you noted: ONE (1) MUTILATED CORPSE Stranger: NO THAT'D MAKE ME LOOK WEIRD Stranger: CLEAN THE WALLS OFF Stranger: NO WAIT FUCK You: In the middle of your ESCAPADE, Stranger: THEN IT LOOKS LIKE I WAS TRYING TO HIDE EVIDENCE You: You realize THIS IS STUPID Stranger: I wig the fuck out. You: You try to CLEAN THE BLOOD, but you SMEAR IT A LITTLE> You: Suddenly you WIG OUT. You: Minutes later, you CALM YOURSELF. You: What now? Stranger: Use my manly man Mr. T arms to break down that door. Stranger: Someone needs to report this crime and I need a telephone. You: You admire your BURLY ARMS and ogle the JAMMED DOOR. You: Seconds later, you stand in the doorway on top of SPLINTERED WOOD. You: You survey the room you have entered. You: It seems to be a LIVING ROOM. A small couch and TV sit in the corner. You: A PHONE is on the wall next to a KITCHEN AREA. Stranger: Must find fridge. Need Drank. You: You ignore the PHONE for the time being and approach the REFRIDGERATOR. Stranger: Refrigerator, even. You: Opening it, you find nothing but ROTTEN T-BONE STEAKS and TWO SIX-PACKS OF DIET COKE. Stranger: UGH You: YOU MENTALLY BATTER YOURSELF FOR THE MISSPELLING OF REFRIGERATOR. Stranger: THAT STUFF WON'T SLOW MY ROLL Stranger: IT DOESN'T HAVE ANY OF THOSE WONDERFUL INGREDIENTS Stranger: LIKE MELATONIN, VALERIAN ROOT Stranger: OR ROSE HIPS FRUIT! You: Seeing this DISGUSTING SWILL does nothing but INCREASE THE VELOCITY OF YOUR ROLL. You: You shut the REFRIGERATOR and turn around. Stranger: Get to the phone. You: You walk back to the entrance of the KITCHEN AREA. You pick up the phone and ready yourself to dial a number. Stranger: Uh. Stranger: DO I REMEMBER ANY OF MY BUDDIES? You: You seem to remember having SOME FRIENDS that SHARE YOUR INTERESTS, such as the CONSUMPTION OF DRANK, and maintaining LARGE MUSCLES. You: But you cannot currently recall the numbers at which to contact them. Stranger: Wow. I need a fuckin' phone book. Stranger: WAIT You: You look around for a PHONE BOOK. You find nothing but a NOTEPAD on the counter. Inscribed upon it-- You: You wait. Stranger: I can phone 1-877-DRANK02! You: You have SUDDENLY RECALLED the number of the support line for your FAVORITE BEVERAGE. You: You quickly dial it in. Stranger: Oh god I hope it's business hours. You: "WE'RE SORRY, YOU HAVE REACHED US PAST BUSINESS HOURS. PLEASE TRY CONTACTING US AGAIN BETWEEN THE HOURS OF 8 AM TO 6 PM MONDAYS THROUGH SATURDAYS." Stranger: Damn. You: AGGRAVATED at your FAILURE TO CONTACT WITHIN BUSINESS HOURS, your ROLL REVS UP A BIT. Stranger: OKAY. Stranger: Read that notepad. You: You return to the NOTEPAD. Inscribed upon it are NUMEROUS MATHEMATICAL EQUATIONS AND CALCULATIONS. Stranger: NOT INTELLECTUALISM, NO You: Searching through the jumble of numbers, you find a TELEPHONE NUMBER. You: 314-1025 Stranger: What kind of doofus just phones up random numbers? Stranger: Stuff that notepad down my cargo pants. You: You decide not to be a DOOFUS and do not call the number. You shove the NOTEPAD into one of the MANY POCKETS in your CARGO PANTS. Stranger: Check the cupboards for snackage. You: You kneel behind the counter and open the CABINETS. You find NUMEROUS RAT TRAPS that are LOADED TO THE BRIM with CHEESE. You: A bag of FRITOS sit in the corner of one. Stranger: WHAT KIND OF HORRIBLE PLACE IS THIS Stranger: I'M OUTTA HERE You: You decide to LEAVE this POOR HOUSEHOLD. You: You walk back through the LIVING ROOM to the FRONT DOOR. Stranger: WAIT You: Opening it in a similar manner to the previous door without regard to the state of any locks, you enter a HALLWAY. Stranger: SAVE GAME Stranger: Oh wait what. You: You decide now is an auspicious time to SAVE YOUR GAME. You: But you don't know how to PERFORM THAT ACTION. You: You silently BERATE YOURSELF for being so FOOLISH. Stranger: Yelp like a chihuahua and defecate in the corner. Stranger: (GET IT HAHA) You: You would never consider such TOMFOOLERY! You: However... You: The CORNER... You: IT BECKONS! You: (I think we're sharing the same train of thought.) Stranger: I bet I could fit a TV in my cargo pants. You: You RE-ENTER the APARTMENT. You: You pick up the TELEVISION and put it in your previously mentioned CARGO PANTS MODUS CAPTCHALOGUE SYSTEM. You: Your many POCKETS carry ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING you require them to. You: The only DISADVANTAGE is remember WHICH POCKET the item was placed in. You: What next? Stranger: Explore that hallway! You: You once again EXIT THE APARTMENT. You: You are faced with a DECISION. You: You are in the middle of the HALLWAY. You: Do you explore to the RIGHT or the LEFT? Stranger: Look down each. Anything notable? You: You see a DARK DOORWAY at the end of the hallway to the LEFT, and GLEAMING DOORS OF SILVER to the RIGHT. Stranger: Dark doorway looks more ghetto. I'll sotally go there. I wonder where those doofy sirens were coming from? You: Turning to the LEFT, you contemplate the SIRENS you heard earlier. But then you focus more WIDELY on the SPECTRUM OF SOUND ASSAULTING YOUR EARDRUMS. You: You are of course in a HIGHLY POPULATED CITY, and the SIRENS are as common a sound as the MEN AND WOMEN SCREAMING AS THEY ARE ASSAULTED IN A SIMILAR MANNER AS THE SOUND WAVES TO YOUR EARS. You: You reach the aforementioned DARK DOORWAY. Technical error: server disconnected.[/code] DAMN YOU OMEGLE! DAMN YOU AND YOUR TECHNICAL ERRORS! :arghfist::saddowns:
[QUOTE=gtaftw;27133281]Put a tophat on it[/QUOTE] Tophats are lame as fuck. Please grow up.
[QUOTE=DragonSpawn777;27142603][code]You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi! Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying. You: You wake up in a PUDDLE OF BLOOD. You shakily stand and look to your left. On the ground you see a MUTILATED CORPSE. The room you are in is RATHER BARREN, containing little furniture. TWO CLOSED WINDOWS are in the wall to your left. You seem to be UNABLE TO RECALL how you got here, or what you have done for the last few hours. In fact, you can't remember anything you've done. You suddenly don't know anything. All you can remember is your FIRST NAME: ____. Stranger: MR You: YOUR NAME IS MR? You: REALLY? You: THAT'S LAME DUDE. Stranger: First name, MR Stranger: Middle name, period. Stranger: Last name Stranger: T You: Okay cool. You: But you don't remember the .T Stranger: Yeah, I know. Stranger: This sucks. Stranger: So my name is Mr You: YOUR NAME IS "MR", you are alone and amnesiac with a corpse. Suddenly you hear SIRENS in the distance. What do you do? Stranger: Drink a can of Drank extreme relaxation beverage (www.drankbeverage.com) You: You seem to be unable to find and CANNED BEVERAGES in the room, particularly this swill called DRANK that you seem to remember LOVING. Or advertising, at least. You: You try opening the door, but it's STUCK. Stranger: But how will I slow my roll? Stranger: WHY DID I TRY OPENING THE DOOR THAT IS STUPID. You: Your ROLL is admittedly rather QUICK PACED. Unfortunately you can do nothing about it whilst STUCK in this room. Stranger: Well, I've got these giant manly arms. Stranger: BUT. Stranger: I should find a notepad and paper and write down as much detail about this crime scene first. Stranger: IS THERE ANY PAPER? Stranger: Check my pockets. Do I have a pen? You: You are also unable to find any suitable writing materials, however you, being CLEVER AS YOU ARE, use the BLOOD and the BARREN WALLS to write down the basic facts of what seems to have happened. You: What you noted: ONE (1) MUTILATED CORPSE Stranger: NO THAT'D MAKE ME LOOK WEIRD Stranger: CLEAN THE WALLS OFF Stranger: NO WAIT FUCK You: In the middle of your ESCAPADE, Stranger: THEN IT LOOKS LIKE I WAS TRYING TO HIDE EVIDENCE You: You realize THIS IS STUPID Stranger: I wig the fuck out. You: You try to CLEAN THE BLOOD, but you SMEAR IT A LITTLE> You: Suddenly you WIG OUT. You: Minutes later, you CALM YOURSELF. You: What now? Stranger: Use my manly man Mr. T arms to break down that door. Stranger: Someone needs to report this crime and I need a telephone. You: You admire your BURLY ARMS and ogle the JAMMED DOOR. You: Seconds later, you stand in the doorway on top of SPLINTERED WOOD. You: You survey the room you have entered. You: It seems to be a LIVING ROOM. A small couch and TV sit in the corner. You: A PHONE is on the wall next to a KITCHEN AREA. Stranger: Must find fridge. Need Drank. You: You ignore the PHONE for the time being and approach the REFRIDGERATOR. Stranger: Refrigerator, even. You: Opening it, you find nothing but ROTTEN T-BONE STEAKS and TWO SIX-PACKS OF DIET COKE. Stranger: UGH You: YOU MENTALLY BATTER YOURSELF FOR THE MISSPELLING OF REFRIGERATOR. Stranger: THAT STUFF WON'T SLOW MY ROLL Stranger: IT DOESN'T HAVE ANY OF THOSE WONDERFUL INGREDIENTS Stranger: LIKE MELATONIN, VALERIAN ROOT Stranger: OR ROSE HIPS FRUIT! You: Seeing this DISGUSTING SWILL does nothing but INCREASE THE VELOCITY OF YOUR ROLL. You: You shut the REFRIGERATOR and turn around. Stranger: Get to the phone. You: You walk back to the entrance of the KITCHEN AREA. You pick up the phone and ready yourself to dial a number. Stranger: Uh. Stranger: DO I REMEMBER ANY OF MY BUDDIES? You: You seem to remember having SOME FRIENDS that SHARE YOUR INTERESTS, such as the CONSUMPTION OF DRANK, and maintaining LARGE MUSCLES. You: But you cannot currently recall the numbers at which to contact them. Stranger: Wow. I need a fuckin' phone book. Stranger: WAIT You: You look around for a PHONE BOOK. You find nothing but a NOTEPAD on the counter. Inscribed upon it-- You: You wait. Stranger: I can phone 1-877-DRANK02! You: You have SUDDENLY RECALLED the number of the support line for your FAVORITE BEVERAGE. You: You quickly dial it in. Stranger: Oh god I hope it's business hours. You: "WE'RE SORRY, YOU HAVE REACHED US PAST BUSINESS HOURS. PLEASE TRY CONTACTING US AGAIN BETWEEN THE HOURS OF 8 AM TO 6 PM MONDAYS THROUGH SATURDAYS." Stranger: Damn. You: AGGRAVATED at your FAILURE TO CONTACT WITHIN BUSINESS HOURS, your ROLL REVS UP A BIT. Stranger: OKAY. Stranger: Read that notepad. You: You return to the NOTEPAD. Inscribed upon it are NUMEROUS MATHEMATICAL EQUATIONS AND CALCULATIONS. Stranger: NOT INTELLECTUALISM, NO You: Searching through the jumble of numbers, you find a TELEPHONE NUMBER. You: 314-1025 Stranger: What kind of doofus just phones up random numbers? Stranger: Stuff that notepad down my cargo pants. You: You decide not to be a DOOFUS and do not call the number. You shove the NOTEPAD into one of the MANY POCKETS in your CARGO PANTS. Stranger: Check the cupboards for snackage. You: You kneel behind the counter and open the CABINETS. You find NUMEROUS RAT TRAPS that are LOADED TO THE BRIM with CHEESE. You: A bag of FRITOS sit in the corner of one. Stranger: WHAT KIND OF HORRIBLE PLACE IS THIS Stranger: I'M OUTTA HERE You: You decide to LEAVE this POOR HOUSEHOLD. You: You walk back through the LIVING ROOM to the FRONT DOOR. Stranger: WAIT You: Opening it in a similar manner to the previous door without regard to the state of any locks, you enter a HALLWAY. Stranger: SAVE GAME Stranger: Oh wait what. You: You decide now is an auspicious time to SAVE YOUR GAME. You: But you don't know how to PERFORM THAT ACTION. You: You silently BERATE YOURSELF for being so FOOLISH. Stranger: Yelp like a chihuahua and defecate in the corner. Stranger: (GET IT HAHA) You: You would never consider such TOMFOOLERY! You: However... You: The CORNER... You: IT BECKONS! You: (I think we're sharing the same train of thought.) Stranger: I bet I could fit a TV in my cargo pants. You: You RE-ENTER the APARTMENT. You: You pick up the TELEVISION and put it in your previously mentioned CARGO PANTS MODUS CAPTCHALOGUE SYSTEM. You: Your many POCKETS carry ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING you require them to. You: The only DISADVANTAGE is remember WHICH POCKET the item was placed in. You: What next? Stranger: Explore that hallway! You: You once again EXIT THE APARTMENT. You: You are faced with a DECISION. You: You are in the middle of the HALLWAY. You: Do you explore to the RIGHT or the LEFT? Stranger: Look down each. Anything notable? You: You see a DARK DOORWAY at the end of the hallway to the LEFT, and GLEAMING DOORS OF SILVER to the RIGHT. Stranger: Dark doorway looks more ghetto. I'll sotally go there. I wonder where those doofy sirens were coming from? You: Turning to the LEFT, you contemplate the SIRENS you heard earlier. But then you focus more WIDELY on the SPECTRUM OF SOUND ASSAULTING YOUR EARDRUMS. You: You are of course in a HIGHLY POPULATED CITY, and the SIRENS are as common a sound as the MEN AND WOMEN SCREAMING AS THEY ARE ASSAULTED IN A SIMILAR MANNER AS THE SOUND WAVES TO YOUR EARS. You: You reach the aforementioned DARK DOORWAY. Technical error: server disconnected.[/code] DAMN YOU OMEGLE! DAMN YOU AND YOUR TECHNICAL ERRORS! :arghfist::saddowns:[/QUOTE] That was amazing. Good work :golfclap:
Yay for new avatar Now with 40% extra tophat
What is with all of the tophats on this website? It's getting REALLY annoying.
Top hats are like fez's Cool
Its a craze of trifons and gta's
But it's all over the website. I see tophats...... everywhere.....
[QUOTE=Toothpick;27151348]But it's all over the website. I see tophats...... everywhere.....[/QUOTE] Top hats.....
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