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| Guest Posts: n/a | Joseph Stalin was in the audience at a reenactment of D-Day at the Microwaved Sausage Sprouts Theatre, when suddenly, something CRAZY!!!11 occured. A giant piece of broccoli accompanied by a car insurance salesman jumped through the window, to where Mr. Stalin was sitting. "What is this nonsense?!" said Stalin. "Mr. Joseph Stalin, I presume. Come with us, or the audience will get severly sniffed!" spoke the insurance salesman. "I could care less of these foolish audience members, seeing as they are all made of cardboard from Nigeria!" "GHGARR ALRJLKF IO!!" replied giant broccoli. "Oh no! A true injustice to the 3nd Ammendment! I will have to implode and melt into a puddle of choclate pudding so pigeons can eat me. Run Broccoli! Get away before you implode also!" screamed the insurance salesman. The broccoli ran as fast as it could out of the theatre, at an amazingly high speed of -64 miles per hour. Mr. Stalin overhearing the conversation, ran out the back door all action movie like while the whole theatre exploded. "This day is CRAZY!!11 and annoying." said Stalin to himself. The broccoli threw a rock at Mr. Stalin's back before he could notice. Mr. Stalin rubbed his back and quickly turned around. "YUO KEELD MY SISTR!!11 NOWZ I WIL STKAL U AND KIL U WIT MY ROX OF DO0M UNLEZZ U GTE ME TEH BILL GATEZ WINDOWZ XYZ THAT HAZ NEVR BEEN RELESED!!1" said the broccoli. "Never shall I--" Mr. Stalin was cut off to the sound of his middle finger on his left hand breaking. "SE MAI POWARZ!!?!?!?!" "Gah! Fine, you bastard vegetable. I'll preform your task, and expect you to leave my hand's bones alone." Mr. Stalin stole a tricycle and rode down the street, asking for tips on where to find it. No help could be found. Mr. Stalin continued to the hobo area.. |
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| Junior Member Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Montreal Posts: 492 Thanks: 0 Thanked 0 Times in 0 Posts | An OG about Stalin. How disturbing. |
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| Member Join Date: Nov 2002 Location: Crapville Posts: 1,400 Thanks: 0 Thanked 0 Times in 0 Posts | STALIN: Excuse me you poor Trashcan, what is 2 times 2 I MEAN where is Windows XYZ? TRASHCAN: FRIOM OVERUM TOOREM DRIUM FAWUM DATUM STROGUM (It is behind me, you silly Bastid) STALIN: excuse me sire, but I don't speak Smellanese, you smelly fool TRASHCAN: SERUM TOTUM MAPHUM GROSHUM SAFAFAFUM!?!?!?!?!?1/1/ (Why don't you know Smellanese) Stalin kicks the trashcan and takes out his torch, melting the trashcan TRASHCAN: MLOFUM! MLOFUM! TIGUM MLOFUM!!!1 (It hurts! It hurts! Oh God it hurts!) Then Stalin is slapped by a Leprechaun LEPRECHAUN: OOOH YA WEE LADDIE! NEVER MESS WITH THE POWER OF THE LUCK- Suddenly, the trashcan eats the Leprechaun TRASHCAN: TERUM DATSHUM NOTUM FLALUM! (Tasty little midget) STALIN: Shut up Fatty Fat FATTY fat fatty fatty. God, you're like an extrememly fat Jaba the Hut TRASHCAN: NOTHUM DIERUM STAINUM ROWUM CROTCHUM (I'm Not that Fat. Screw You, Dirty Human) The Trashcan punches Stalin, and then rolls away crying. All of a sudden, a mechanical pencil stabs Stalin in his right eye. STALIN: OWWWWWW PENCIL: EAT **** YOU *** **** ****** *** **** *** ****** *** **** ***** **** **** **** ******* ***** *** **** *** ******* *** **** **** STALIN: YOU SHALL EAT TUNA FOR THAT! So the mechanical pencil goes to the local deli and orders a tuna salad on rye Then, Stalin sees the Windows XYZ, but... (woot, this is my 1337 post [img]smile.gif[/img] ) [ November 28, 2003, 02:08 AM: Message edited by: Matthiu5 ] |
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| Member Join Date: Nov 2002 Location: Crapville Posts: 1,400 Thanks: 0 Thanked 0 Times in 0 Posts | No one likey Stalin? |
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| Guest Posts: n/a | I'll continue it later when I am not lazy and have time. |
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| Junior Member Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: Washington Posts: 132 Thanks: 0 Thanked 0 Times in 0 Posts | It seems that captain underpants stole it from the evil clutches of THE GUY! Meanwhile, Hitler was playing PSuX with his friends, Saddam and Michael Jackson, when he started to get an itch. And the more he scratched it, the more it grew, until it became a rash. "OH NO" Yelled Hitler, and with his final breath, he bombed the north pole, for he is a racist. I like pie. George Bush recieved the murderous freaks gameboy and played it constantly. Once again, I know nothing of politics. Screw microsoft. |
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| Guest Posts: n/a | Then George Bush's red phone started ringing. Bush: Hello Mario500: Hello Bush this is Mario500 the creator of Life and Adventures of Miyamoto. Bush: Who? Mario500: I'm the god of Og's dammit! Now listen and listen good. The OGmachine has reported fluxuations of sillines in the general region of this OG. Bush: Huh what's an OG? Mario500: Just shut up and do what I tell you. I'm sending the cuss word hating pirates to the white house. They will deliver to you The Blade of Lion's Eye, the most serious and unfunny weapon in the universe. Bush: Mommy... Mario500: Once you have this weapon use it to destroy anything and everything that even has a trace amount of silliness. You will accept this mission. Bush: Mommy... All of a sudden there is a knock at the white house door. Bush: Oh no that must be those pirate things. Bush hides underneath his bed and dials for the secret service on his cell phone. The white house door opens and in walks JOSEPH STALIN?! Stalin: Excuse me does anyone here know anything about computers? |
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