Blightmare

Alright, thank you.

Feel the fury of my banana phone.

Trying to find a way to kill an hour.

It was an image so horrible, so foul, that I should be ashamed for posting it.

kinda-semi-true story.

-image removed-

That popped up in a MLP search.

So I noticed a while back that a filter was put in place so you can't search too much too fast, but I just noticed that it also affects page changing for existing searches. Like, say, I search something, have to wait a bit, go to page 2, wait a while, go to page 3, etc. Not very convenient. :/

Is this supposed to happen or is this a bug?

Question to discuss:

Explain the 8th dimension in your own words.

Stranger 1: um

Stranger 1: i don't know

Stranger 1: i'm wet

Stranger 2: Well then, get out of the rain, John. Honestly. -SH

Stranger 2 has disconnected

Takes a while to get anything when posing nerdy topics but a few make me laugh.

I can't remember what happened in September...

1084

Later man, hope to see you again soon.

not much going on on the ol interwebz right now. :/

Poor koach is never gonna live that down.

1082

The Club - Renard

1080p, baby.

Banned because I've never had that problem.

Mindfuck.

Jokes don't die easy - Renard

my eyes, they ache.

<3

Was a pain to get the face right considering I had to change her from mad to mischievous looking. :S

whew....

I think I'm gonna take a break from vectors for a couple centuries...

Just took a little time to write a letter...

 

Dear Dad,

 

I hope you get plenty of satisfaction from being able to tell your fifteen year-old son he’s a lying asshole because he didn’t get the grade he’d expected on his Spanish Midterm. I hope your heart flutters and a smile spreads across your face every time you hear about how he cried himself to sleep every night. I hope your eyes brighten at the thought of him carrying out every day not caring if he lives or dies, passes or fails, laughs or weeps. I hope the sight of his blood strewn across the walls of his room, puddled around his head, trickling from his mouth, makes you giddy like a schoolgirl. And most of all, I hope you laugh at his funeral, spit on his face, and dance on his grave. I want these things for you for two reasons: the first because it would be nice to know my passing lifted a burden from someone’s shoulders, the second because it would prove me right. It would make you an awful, soulless man filled with evil and hate.

 

Love,

Your Son, Zach

This... scares me...

this thread is now a circle.

and death by chicken nuggets.

Chocolate fudge cake with chocolate milk.

CHOCOLATE OVERLOAD!!!!!!!!

I can feel time slowing down as I speed up.

This is how it goes

Welcome one and all to the show

We're wired up

fired up

fucking ready to go

In the back of the parking lot outside of the bar

Twenty deep

twenty feet from the boulevard

Black hoodies

Black caps

Black label in glasses

Previewing the new shit before the masses

'Cause the first thing I need when I've got a new beat

Is to see how it sounds

echoing off the street

I just take it for a spin

Pop the CD in

Slide it up to ten and get that rearview shaking

Then play it again so there's no mistaking

San Andreas the block

Get this bitch earthquaking live

Oh

ready for it here we go

We got the whole block rocking in stereo

We're taking control

letting everybody know

And if you feel it

let me hear everybody go

You're not ready

I got plenty cuts for twenty months dropped steadily

Plenty tracks to empty on your wack pedigree

I'm backed heavily while you're back peddling

Forget the chitchat on me homie

kick back

I'm on that shit that can get your homie bitch-slapped

So zip your lip back

listen and watch

We got the whole block rockin' off the way the beat knocks

You don't have to warn the people on the corner

they know

That if you're standing on that corner then you're getting that show

World premiering you're hearing that Machine Shop flow

San Andreas the block

Get this bitch earthquaking like