[QUOTE=bisousbisous;47060223]This guy is no different than Pewdiepie with his screaming bullshit[/QUOTE]
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-ObB_S_qZo[/media]
Guess he got sick from all the free pizzas for his cancer so he is now trying ramen
[QUOTE=Scratch.;47060374]The difference is one actually has a mental condition[/QUOTE]
I'm not sure how to take this comment :v: Are you talking about Franku's IRL epilepsy? That doesn't make him retarded imo.
I admit the show is retarded as hell and i don't like all of it, but it manages to be outrageously funny sometimes. Like now.
[QUOTE=bisousbisous;47060223]This guy is no different than Pewdiepie with his screaming bullshit[/QUOTE]
pp screams into the ears
franku screams into the soul
This is what franku-sama is all about
This was in the comments
[quote]Imagine. You're 23, 5' 2" and 500 pounds overweight. Everyone tells you to kill yourself because you're a weaboo piece of shit with a room covered in school girl pillows and dolls. Your father has disowned you after visiting you once and your mother killed herself when she found out what you had become. The only way you survive is by running at japanese girls and getting them to drop their money so you can buy even more anime dolls and body pillows, your only forms of sustenance are ramen, sewer trash, and whatever alcohol you can find to slowly kill yourself one dysfunctional brain cell at a time. You've lived like this ever since you got kicked out of college on your first day as a transfer student in Japan. Any friends you had have left you and refuse to a acknowledge your existence or that they knew you in the first place. Eventually one day the local police arrive at your hovel of a home under a bridge to find your collection of disgusting weaboo trash and burn it all to the ground. It angers your decayed mind so much that you begin to try to perform Naruto hand signs to kill the police, they see you and taze your ass until you black out and empty your bowels on to the street. You wake up several days later in the police station with a straight jacket rapped around you and chained to the wall to prevent your unconscious overweight body from falling on and killing two of the other inmates in the cell. You thrash at first until one of the officers comes in and threatens to taze you again. At that point you shut up and sit there and examine the other two inmates in the cell. One of them is an old man with a skirt on, from what you could remember from last week he was arrested on the news for shuffling down the street without any pants chasing anyone under the age of 40 with his shriveled and dried up penis. The skirt must have been lended to him from the stations lost and found. The other guy in the cell was wearing a black body suit and was curled up on the bench asleep like a dog. You ask the old man who the other guy was but he just stares at you and then where you think the other guy is and says that there's no one there. Your disgusting weaboo mind figures the old guy is crazy and can't see straight and attempt to fall asleep. 8 hours later you wake up to the emergency dim red lights and to see all the bars in the cell bent to odd proportions and the cell door mangled and flung through a window. The chains constricting you to the wall have been torn out as well as a good 5-6 inch section of concrete that held the chains in place. You begin to shuffle your way off the bench without falling over with you 800 pounds of fat. After ten minutes of scooting and shuffling you manage to get off the bench but you're still strapped into the jacket. Figuring someone must be around you venture outside the cell to nearly slip over and die. You look down to see a puddle of dark liquid trailing off into the next room, since there aren't any other rooms to go into and ignoring every instinct in your disgusting handicapped body you decide to follow the trail of what you now think is blood into the next room to find row after row of chairs, desks, blinds, and other office materials all flung into one massive pile in the center of the room. Through the dim light you can see objects attached to the chairs and desks but fearing that they're mutilated corpses you slowly inch your way around the very edge of the room while looking for an exit. Over the beating of your 10 pound heart, and sloshing of the pools of sweat soaking your clothes and straight jacket you can hear a distant cry that stops you dead in your tracks. Through the dim light you can see a dark object climbing the pile of dislodged office supplies and mutilated corpses. Being the filthy weaboo that you are you try to run but slip on what looks like the arm of the old man that was in the cell and break your spine. Still being able to control your eyes but not your now limp 800 pound body you stare in horror as the black figure approaches you muttering to itself. It closes on you and despite the lack of light at the edge of the room you can tell that it was the other thing in the cell that the old man could not see. You try to make out its face but only wish you hadn't as you realize it has four blood red eyes and four jaws that unhook and flex at their own will. It stops right in front of you and shrieks, "Orewa Ochinchin Ga Daisuki Nandayo!" It then eat the straight jacket right off of you as a man walks through the front door dressed in a blue shirt and a bag full what looks like red wasabi. He stops right next to the creature asking, "Are you sure that this is the one?" the thing just opens and closes its mandibles violently shaking its head in approval. "Alright if you say so meng." the guy in the blue shirt kneels down and give the red wasabi to the black thing just to have it tear it out of his hands and eat it. Thinking that this is the end of your life you look back on your life and wonder at what point it was that your life became as fucked up and tragic as that of a weaboo. You remember it was because you never had a role model in life and turned to japanese cartoons about school girls with giant tits, and then drugs to get over the crippling mental retardation you began to suffer from watching them. The creature finish its horrifying process of eating the red wasabi and began to look as if it were gagging. It then crawls up to your face and holds your jaw open as it pukes up the now almost rainbow colored wasabi into your mouth. Surprisingly it isn't spicy in the least, making you believe it must be something else. However as the rather bland taste of the material travels down your gullet and into your stomach the most painful bladder movement you have ever experienced since eating Taco Bell begins to happen. Despite having been paralyzed your massive body starts convulsing on the floor as you shit your pants. This goes on for what you assume is 20 to 30 minutes before you body stays still and you look down to see that you're once disgusting body is thinner than ever and that there's a white pasty substance that you assume is fat covering the floor in a ten foot radius. You absorb as much of this as possible before you black out again. You wake up ten days later with no memories of being the disgusting 800 pound weaboo you once were. You only have memories of being Prometheus, the speedo wearing ripped as hell beach god.•[/quote]
I wonder how much unused footage he has after making these videos. Like imagine the archive of takes where they crack up, or screw up. Kinda wish there was a way to go through it all, cause the behind the scenes must be insane.
[QUOTE=Morbo!!!;47062430]This was in the comments[/QUOTE]
Dude what the fuck...
[QUOTE=YourBreakfsat;47063883][url=https://twitter.com/FilthyFrank/status/562285476510699522]NSFW[/url][/QUOTE]
Let's get some pussy tonight
this is shocking
if you google "Ramen", the video is at the top of the news lmao
[IMG]https://pbs.twimg.com/media/B84mUjRIgAAe12X.png[/IMG]
I swear this thread is just becoming twitter reposts now
This is even better at 2x speed, espically when he starts eating.
[QUOTE=YourBreakfsat;47063883][url=https://twitter.com/FilthyFrank/status/562285476510699522]NSFW[/url][/QUOTE]
lol look at the background and see what it contains.
Oh fucking sick I don't get nauseated at anything but this was just ew ew ew.
SO DAMN FILTHY.
[QUOTE=YourBreakfsat;47063883][url=https://twitter.com/FilthyFrank/status/562285476510699522]NSFW[/url][/QUOTE]
brb launching another anti-furry crusade
[QUOTE=Scratch.;47060374]The difference is one actually has a mental condition[/QUOTE]
What did Papa Franku have again? I forgot (aka probably read it somewhere but it didnt get through like always)
[QUOTE=Recurracy;47066202]What did Papa Franku have again? I forgot (aka probably read it somewhere but it didnt get through like always)[/QUOTE]
cerebrally-localized AIDS
he has cancer. b0ss
He hasn't publicisized what his actual condition is, just that it's something that gives him seizures and means he doesn't want to be under stress.
this made me want some goddamn soup
I laugh every time I hear 'Francis of the Filth' for some reason.
[QUOTE=Eric95;47066354]He hasn't publicisized what his actual condition is, just that it's something that gives him seizures and means he doesn't want to be under stress.[/QUOTE]
[video=youtube;Z9MZE_XzPKM]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z9MZE_XzPKM[/video]
He's actually 20 :v:
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