A 1970 Corvette

Why can't I rep yoooou

I second "Gods of Bread" as our team name. Think of the glorious puns! "Looks like you're about to be... toasted." "Rye some more." "Leaven so soon?" "Prepare to get rolled."

I can see the headlines now. "CRAZED GUNMAN SHOOTS MULTIPLE TOURISTS, SAYS HE MIXED THEM UP WITH TERRORIST"

Fix'd http-~~-//www.youtube.com/watch?v=KyvZ04KKhFY

"Even though we were late to the party, we were still the life of it."

They're not people. :pinkiegasm:

Well, since Jersey Shore is gone, obviously another show has to take its place.

is this the only news site north koreans are allowed to go to

>Gets on inhouse
>Around 20 minutes loses connection
>Loses spot for next game

http://www.youtube.com/user/Blank0TheEpic Discuss.

I don't really like the color of the link. Maybe if it was green I'd enjoy it a bit more but otherwise nice.

Mannly tears were shed.

So Rammite's into necrophilia?

That would be terrible, Rammite just bought you a new gift if you catch my drift. :pinkiegasm:

No. Du
lJay hate-broke up with me. Now we're just good enemies.

Should I feel bad for laughing?

Because that's just what we've always wanted-your love.

Poor, foolish Dueljay. Do you realize what yoou have done to yourself? You entered Birthday Bot's lair, and he will never make you leave. Birthday after Birthday will go by, and you will curse God that you have not yet starved to death. Out of sheer desperation, you will eat wiring and cogs that you find lieing around, in a desperate attempt to silence the mind-numbing pain of your empty stomach. You will lick the pools of oil and gasoline you find on the ground, desperately trying to quench the thirst that makes it impossible to fall asleep. Then you slowly start to decompose. How many years have passed since you entered you cannot know, as the pitch-black darkness of the lair does not give a way to tell the time. But even if you could, your mind has already detirioated to a droning tone of endless agony, leaving no room for other thoughts. As your skin rots off and the germs eat away at your organs, only the parts that time can't digest remain. Over the course of several decades, your eyes slowly melt in their sockets, your stomach bursts from accumulating gasses and decay and lets its acid flow freely through your system, and evenrually even your bones crumble lto dust. Then one day, your entire body has been replaced by metal and wiring. As the last living cells in your brain finally collapse into themselves, a final whimper for help escapes your lips. As they too get replaced by electrical nodes, you suddenly know what to do. Through the pitch-black darkness, you walk straight towards a narrow crack in the wall, and reach in with your arm. It returns to you, holding a Party Hat. As you put it on, a cold, metal voice echos through the cave. It takes you a few moments to realize, that they are your words: "1 member is celebrating their birthday on ##-##-##: -[sUBJECT NAME] (Age: [sUBJECT AGE]) Happy Birthday!"

Hey there, Ctuhhrt-
Chtutl-

Cthodl-

You...

How's it been?

I guess you could say without the prototypings the imps are just


bare bones

Hertz being anally anguished? Shocker.

I'm moving to Washington & starting a weed shop named the Huff & Puff. Smoke weed 'ery day.