Cretler

He got questions 16 and 17 wrong. Everyone knows that fossils were buried by God himself in order to test the faith of his followers.

It was clearly the ghosts of ConfusedCactus and Magickus that brought it down.

Why anyone would give an 11 year old a loaded gun is beyond me.

I'm sure with enough lines and circles, I can connect the boston bombers to a mentally retarded giraffe.

Mah boi, the kids who need it are simply satanists disguised as innocent children. It's all part of the devil's plan to take away our hard-earned christian money.

It makes sense to have a mandatory prayer because: - Prayers ward off demons and homosexuals, who could influence and corrupt America's children. - If we can teach kids that prayers are the answer to all bad things, then the next generation will just pray instead of rebel when the government inevitably turns into a dictatorship. - It's a well known fact that most priests are pedophiles, so drawing kids closer to church is a fairly strategic move.

What are you getting done while masturbating to Miley Cyrus?

Wait... mesa = Black Mesa First word in the post has three letters. Post is promoting a rebellion. Selling keys for 2.33 refined... Half Life 2: Episode 3 confirmed.

I once prayed to God that no one would die at my fifth grade school play. It worked, there was only a few minor burn wounds on some students.

Name: Cretler. Position: High Magus Known for: Training Giraffes, starting shipping wars, and reading to blind children. Links: My Wikipedia page.

I think the problem here is that we're assuming that people being chased off the forums by creepy threads is the reason why they're not posting, and not because they just don't care about this forum as much as others do.

Welcome to this community. I am Cretler, Patron saint of subSpuf and always a pleasure to be around.

So... what exactly was wrong with the current system that we had?

Good news- they finally caught him, alive.

I'm surprise that this has gone on for 15 hours.

Well, Boston's pretty much in lockdown.

There's a lot of deep philosophy behind the science of porn.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FcxGrDNupNo

In order to somewhat brighten the mood as this thread resembles my friend's reaction to Two Girls One cup, if you look at all the blast footage, there are plenty of people rushing towards the aid of the injured. It's important to note that, as it proves that there are plenty of people that do care about others. I also would've pointed out the slight irony of someone named "Sploison" who created the thread, but I think that wouldn't be appropriate in this situation.

Let's hope this is all there is to it.

This is most definitely me.

They need a sequel for Walking Dead: Survival Instinct.

And now to present you with an exclusive sneak peak of my MAGNUM OPUS. Prologue Gray clouds hovered over the clean but empty apartment building. No noises were to be heard, not even the obnoxious elevator ding, or all the old ladies complaining about hip-hop. A lack of happiness instantly filled Raul “Rammite” Ramirez as he walked into room 451, the home of one of his fellow co-workers. He noticed several cops investigating the damaged furniture, believing it to be a simple robbery. But Rammite was not convinced. His co-worker contained nothing worth stealing in his apartment. “No, it was a kidnapping” he thought in his head. They both worked at a secret agency, dedicated to eliminating threats outside in the world. No one, not even the cops, know about this organization, for it is cleverly hidden. For now, Rammite posed as a private detective. “So what have we got here?” he asked one of the officers. “Most likely a robbery, but we haven’t got a clue as to what was stolen here.”Rammite was further convinced of his deduction. “Do you know whose apartment this is?” the officer responded “Goes by the name of Eugene Waltenbarry. He’s just a gigolo, so I have no idea why anyone would decide to rob him. He hasn’t even shown up since this robbery.” At this point, Rammite knew something was wrong. “It’s definitely a kidnapping, but why Gigolo? Who would want to kidnap him?” The only logical conclusion he could reach is that this kidnapper knows about the agency, and is an immediate threat to the agency. He quickly reached the ground floor and went inside is car, a 1970 Corvette. As he turned on the engine, a voice resembling that of Adam Sandler echoed throughout the car. “Greetings sir. Care to pick a destination?” said the Corvette. “Head to SPUFquarters, we have to warn them.”

My story will have kangaroos in it. Does your story have kangaroos?