Make Me Laugh

[QUOTE="NecroKvltMuffin"]

There is no spoon.

blooddemon666

that's the cheat for infinite mana in warcraft 3 :o

You Lie!

Is that actually?

Air force humor:

The horse bred highlands are lovely this time of year though that's just what Mick Jagger told me, I've never been, though I did go there last year to buy some mustard. It was the the Fourth of July and my hot dog was terribly dry you see, so I thought "what the hell", so I boarded a plane and went over to the horse bred highlights, but when I got there a moose rammed it's golden lemon into my skull, so I said "lol wut" and the moose got scared and ran away. It was then I realized HE HAD THE MUSTARD! So I chased after him and jumped on his back. Suddenly Patrick Stewart came out of the moose's shoulder and politely told me that the mustard belonged to them, but I really wanted something my hot dog, so I said Kirk was a better captain and Patrick started crying. I then punched his face and mustard started pouring out of his ears. I put some on my hot dog and jumped off the moose into a lake made of lotion (it was only later that I discovered the lake was actually made of bulls!). I swam out and boarded a plane again and head back to my home. When I got there I enjoyed my hot dog. The elf that lives in the paint chips on the floor kept asking me for a bite, but I worked to hard to give it up to some walrus worshiping elf!

Teh rand0mz!

Darth_Tyrev

Nausea heartburn indigestion, upset stomach, diarrhea!

Cherry pepto-bismal!

y kiki sneaky between the cheakyEricN113

Wakka wakka wakka

Wakka wakka wakka

Film-Guy

[QUOTE="Film-Guy"]

Wakka wakka wakka

ligerz76

Quack!

[QUOTE="ligerz76"][QUOTE="Film-Guy"]

Wakka wakka wakka

Film-Guy

Quack!

Once upon a time there was a magical nipple...blazinpuertoroc

And it lived in finland, where it rains bricks and the streets are made from jagged metal!

[QUOTE="blazinpuertoroc"]Once upon a time there was a magical nipple...Film-Guy

And it lived in finland, where it rains bricks and the streets are made from jagged metal!

[QUOTE="Film-Guy"]

[QUOTE="blazinpuertoroc"]Once upon a time there was a magical nipple...ligerz76

And it lived in finland, where it rains bricks and the streets are made from jagged metal!

you dont understand the true meaning of sakakakakakakkakakaakakakak. You have to be one with the tomatoe man, you must devour the soul of a 95 year old virgin from the land of squelch! SQUELCH I SAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Look at it! This is your true father and cousin and creator, it will create matter from spanish rice by exploding! Dont you see?

hey TC, you look good in a dress.... you look better on my floor!sovereign_22

Oh snap! Somebody got Ron Pauld!

VLOOP VLOOP VLOOP!

[QUOTE="sovereign_22"]hey TC, you look good in a dress.... you look better on my floor!Film-Guy

Oh snap! Somebody got Ron Pauld!

[QUOTE="Film-Guy"]

[QUOTE="sovereign_22"]hey TC, you look good in a dress.... you look better on my floor!sovereign_22

Oh snap! Somebody got Ron Pauld!

Don't go there, you dont have a map! I thought my love with elvis would last, but he left me in a yugoslavian orphanage buried under a mountain of eskimos. Alas my heart is broken by his bitter carrot of servitude I will gain back the onion of forgiveness no matter how many children I have to eat!

Don't go there, you dont have a map! I thought my love with elvis would last, but he left me in a yugoslavian orphanage buried under a mountain of eskimos. Alas my heart is broken by his bitter carrot of servitude I will gain back the onion of forgiveness no matter how many children I have to eat!

ligerz76

Don't go there, you dont have a map! I thought my love with elvis would last, but he left me in a yugoslavian orphanage buried under a mountain of eskimos. Alas my heart is broken by his bitter carrot of servitude I will gain back the onion of forgiveness no matter how many children I have to eat!

ligerz76

Don't go there, you dont have a map! I thought my love with elvis would last, but he left me in a yugoslavian orphanage buried under a mountain of eskimos. Alas my heart is broken by his bitter carrot of servitude I will gain back the onion of forgiveness no matter how many children I have to eat!

I hope you are not bleeding chocolate lettuce, it can clot nearby clotheslines. You have no idea how tasty shoes are do you? You have to cook them in a pot made out of dry skin cells from the cranium of Michael Jackson so it will boil just right and will not scald your blueberry handcuffs. Just make sure you watch out for Madonna, she tends to dress up as verious desserts and roll around in maple syrup. That can be dangerous, except when its taco tuesday, then the the real magic can begin!

do u have a lovely bunch of coconutschicken_slasher

[QUOTE="ligerz76"]

Film-Guy

Don't go there, you dont have a map! I thought my love with elvis would last, but he left me in a yugoslavian orphanage buried under a mountain of eskimos. Alas my heart is broken by his bitter carrot of servitude I will gain back the onion of forgiveness no matter how many children I have to eat!

I hope you are not bleeding chocolate lettuce, it can clot nearby clotheslines. You have no idea how tasty shoes are do you? You have to cook them in a pot made out of dry skin cells from the cranium of Michael Jackson so it will boil just right and will not scald your blueberry handcuffs. Just make sure you watch out for Madonna, she tends to dress up as verious desserts and roll around in maple syrup. That can be dangerous, except when its taco tuesday, then the the real magic can begin!

my coconuts are better than yours~

how hard r your coconuts?chicken_slasher

[QUOTE="Film-Guy"][QUOTE="ligerz76"]

ligerz76

Don't go there, you dont have a map! I thought my love with elvis would last, but he left me in a yugoslavian orphanage buried under a mountain of eskimos. Alas my heart is broken by his bitter carrot of servitude I will gain back the onion of forgiveness no matter how many children I have to eat!

I hope you are not bleeding chocolate lettuce, it can clot nearby clotheslines. You have no idea how tasty shoes are do you? You have to cook them in a pot made out of dry skin cells from the cranium of Michael Jackson so it will boil just right and will not scald your blueberry handcuffs. Just make sure you watch out for Madonna, she tends to dress up as verious desserts and roll around in maple syrup. That can be dangerous, except when its taco tuesday, then the the real magic can begin!

everyone shut up......just shut up....I can hear the pixies coming for me gonads, they like the cheddar ones. They even make clothes from them! I told Hamsfield to hide his pajamas but he wouldnt listen to me, he just made love to a sheep and flew away to jupiter. I dont understand why they dont just eat more honey, it would make them evolve into blastoise and keep the turnips too! Oh how low makind has fallen since the great burrito famine of 16912.

so your not a man anymore?

so your not a man anymore?

chicken_slasher

I am all that is man!

[QUOTE="ligerz76"][QUOTE="Film-Guy"][QUOTE="ligerz76"]

Film-Guy

Don't go there, you dont have a map! I thought my love with elvis would last, but he left me in a yugoslavian orphanage buried under a mountain of eskimos. Alas my heart is broken by his bitter carrot of servitude I will gain back the onion of forgiveness no matter how many children I have to eat!

I hope you are not bleeding chocolate lettuce, it can clot nearby clotheslines. You have no idea how tasty shoes are do you? You have to cook them in a pot made out of dry skin cells from the cranium of Michael Jackson so it will boil just right and will not scald your blueberry handcuffs. Just make sure you watch out for Madonna, she tends to dress up as verious desserts and roll around in maple syrup. That can be dangerous, except when its taco tuesday, then the the real magic can begin!

everyone shut up......just shut up....I can hear the pixies coming for me gonads, they like the cheddar ones. They even make clothes from them! I told Hamsfield to hide his pajamas but he wouldnt listen to me, he just made love to a sheep and flew away to jupiter. I dont understand why they dont just eat more honey, it would make them evolve into blastoise and keep the turnips too! Oh how low makind has fallen since the great burrito famine of 16912.

so your not a man anymore?

chicken_slasher

[QUOTE="chicken_slasher"]

so your not a man anymore?

ligerz76

You know whos genderless? A rock!

[QUOTE="ligerz76"][QUOTE="chicken_slasher"]

so your not a man anymore?

Film-Guy

You know whos genderless? A rock!

[QUOTE="Film-Guy"][QUOTE="ligerz76"][QUOTE="chicken_slasher"]

so your not a man anymore?

ligerz76

You know whos genderless? A rock!

Would you like to rub my kneecap?

[QUOTE="ligerz76"][QUOTE="Film-Guy"][QUOTE="ligerz76"][QUOTE="chicken_slasher"]

so your not a man anymore?

Film-Guy

You know whos genderless? A rock!

Would you like to rub my kneecap?

[QUOTE="Film-Guy"][QUOTE="ligerz76"][QUOTE="Film-Guy"][QUOTE="ligerz76"][QUOTE="chicken_slasher"]

so your not a man anymore?

ligerz76

You know whos genderless? A rock!

Would you like to rub my kneecap?

When I lived back in Finland, my father always told me not to pick fights with the dingos of the African rebellion, but I thought "they're just stupid dogs, screw them" so I went downstairs to Africa, and after I swam through the golden whales fish fields of melon grass I came upon a lion who was holding Jesus hostage. I didn't care he was holding Jesus hostage, however I needed to trick the lion into thinking I did so he would tell me where a dingo was. I did this, but the lion saw through my disguise. He let Jesus live and told me dingos lived over in the canyon behind the French Castle Eistendorfendoo. I climbed over the tall walls of the castle, avoiding the falling wooden ducks made of glass as I went. I finally reached the top and looked down into the canyon below. It was too steep to survive the fall, but then I remembered I was a deer, so I jumped and landed in the canyon. The first thing I saw was the infamous dancing cactus of Torontocalientosamous, but I paid little attention to it's juggling act for just beyond him were a pack of dingos. I went over to them and I said I would very much like to start a fight. The leader dingo took off his monocle and told me he would have a go at me, but only for his son. So, we had a very bloody fight, and in the end, I pulled out his heart and ate it quickly so it couldn't escape down the giant drain. The dead, heartless dingo bowed to me and told me I had won fairly. He then went on to say his son, a scorpion, would get revenge some day. I thanked him for the warning. I didn't want to walk all the way back to Finland, so I just asked David for a ride. He agreed and I climbed on his back and we flew back to Finland. Fourteen years later, during the French Canadian war, a scorpion stung me in my sleep and I melted into the wine bottle of love until I finally died several months later.

The end.