sup
ps: way to fucking be afk while i was at fatty-tan’s house >=(
hahaha. Fatty-tan ftw man. Fatty-tan for the fucking win.
Really though, I’d have expected a fucking sweet picture from dev, king of the interwebs. >:(
Yay Steve, another 5000 and you’ll have caused a Tenkay commotion.
Do we still hate each other? Since I think something happened and we don’t anymore.
Your crab has mended my heart.
(I forgot why I hated you…)
Za warudo? What’s that?
Massive special move from the game/manga “JoJo’s bizzare adventure”.
The DC JoJo game kicked ass, that one chick could summon vintage cars from the ground to hit people.
Its a whole fucking comic but it’s still awesome ^^ and DAMN 5,000 posts…so where are all the hot chicks in school girl outfits following you around and worshiping you like a cult? 
“Ode on a Grecian Urn” - John Keats
THOU still unravish’d bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fring’d legend haunts about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear’d,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal—yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unwearied,
For ever piping songs for ever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
For ever warm and still to be enjoy’d,
For ever panting, and for ever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy’d,
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.
Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead’st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
What little town by river or sea shore,
Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
Why thou art desolate, can e’er return.
O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! 45
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say’st,
“Beauty is truth, truth beauty,”—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
You have no idea how much I like this thread.
I’m <I>collecting</I> “random-stupid-comments-that-can-be-said-about-other-stupid-stuff-pictures” like these. 
I currently have about 200 of them, but on the other computer, which doesn’t have internet at the moment, so no pictures from me. 
sits back with a flamethrower
You know somebody’s gonna say it any moment now.
“And that is precisely the reason…”
… and when they do, we’ll have a barbeque.
Women. Always the violent solution in mind, eh?
For some reason, the avatar made me do it.
smacks forehead
Oh, but Mabat… it’s Halloween. I may let out my dark side more than usual then. :kissy:
… Men jag är rädd ;_;
For serious, not necessarily that horrifying, but that avatar still freaks me the hell out every time I see it. Where’d you even get the idea?
Man, I have this totally funny video but no way to post it. :\
ERm… Aye Ma’am!
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What is your Dream?