That's right.
Tits.
Editorial: HOLY SHIT LOOK AT THE SPIKES ON THAT PLANT THE BIRD IS STANDING ON HOLY SHIT ONE MISSTEP AND THAT FUCKER WILL BE IMPALES OHM YGFOGF
I don't do anything here.
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Bored as tits.
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Tits or GTFO! wait. You win this round... anonymous.
Clever bastard, I am.
Lil Wayne isn't clever, does that mean he can't be a bastard?
That makes him a super bastard.
I wonder if he has a costume.
I demand boobies.
No.
It's just a bunch of tits throwing fits.
I'd rather throw small children.
I'd rather throw armed nuclear grenades at small children.
To each his own.
You just don't have any sense of adventure. Have you even tried blowing up children with atomic grenades?
Can't say I've ever heard of atomic grenades.
Can we put the Tits in the box with you?
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it's titillating. How is one bored as tits? How does one get high off tits? Drunk off tits? speaking of which, is there a left?
The answer to all of those is 42.
You haven't even read "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy."
Bitch, how the fuck do you know?
You're sleeping in the kitchen tonight.
I will persistently demand boobies until it happens.
Or you could just bribe me off with some of that fucking amazing queso you make.
How did...
I'm calling the police.
So Sinitech called the police about his cyberstalkers. And it went something like this. "Hello, this is the police, what exactly is your emergency."
"'I'd like to report a stalker who I suspect has been spying on me."
"Okay, I will require some personal information, your where abouts... anything that will help us set this whole thing into order." So Sinitech answers all there questions. "Very good, we'll send some people over immediately."
"Alright thanks for the assistance."
"No... thank you, Sinitech." The other phone hangs up. Sinitech is sitting there the phone still in his hand a blaring disconnect tone illuminating from the phone. The gears in his head turning... How did he know my newgrounds account name?
Oh shi-
OHJOHOHOOH
If all the silicone in the world was replaced by queso, than people would die Stickman... PEOPLE WOULD DIE!!!
And that's my argument supporting replacing all the silicone in the world with all the queso in the world, and vice versa.
YOU SON OF A SHIT
Hacsev
me too.
Sinitech
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