Quotes Funny Random

[Donut]

[01:34] GRUNTS.yoko_shader: r u a glazed donut
[01:34] GRUNTS.yoko_shader: =o
[01:35] GRUNTS.yoko_shader: or r u one of those types that are covered in that powder stuff and has that jelly inside it
[01:35] Donut: you know its 1:30 in the morning
[01:35] Donut: dont you
[01:35] GRUNTS.yoko_shader: yes =D
[01:36] GRUNTS.yoko_shader: wait
[01:36] GRUNTS.yoko_shader: no sir
[01:36] GRUNTS.yoko_shader: its 1:36
[01:36] Donut: oh good
[01:36] Donut: even later
[01:36] Donut: so why
[01:36] Donut: have you come knocking at my door
[01:36] Donut: at 1:36 in the morning
[01:36] GRUNTS.yoko_shader: i needed some donuts
[01:37] Donut: typically door to door salesmen try to keep their potential customers happy by knocking on the door at a more reasonable hour, say, when the sun isnt shining on the opposite side of the earth
[01:37] GRUNTS.yoko_shader: wat if i use a flashlight
[01:38] GRUNTS.yoko_shader: do i get donuts then?
[01:38] Donut: GET OFF MY LAWN YOU HIPPY
[01:38] GRUNTS.yoko_shader: D=
[01:38] * GRUNTS.yoko_shader starts crying and runs away
[01:38] * Donut closes door

i didnt even know this guy was on my friends list

[ExAm]

[22:38] Ollie: "i remember seeing a car load of dudes at a stop light, yelling at a woman who was also at the red light with me

i guess they were trying to subvert the whole "dudes yelling crude shit from cars" thing

so they were like "HEY, HEY, WHAT'S YOUR MAJOR?"

"uh... english?"

"NICE. I RESPECT THAT. I'D LIKE TO TAKE YOU TO A CAFE, DISCUSS LITERATURE."
"YEAH YOU SEEM LIKE AN INTELLIGENT GIRL WITH GOOD FASHION SENSE"
"I'D INTRODUCE YOU TO MY MOTHER"

then they drove off

she was bewildered

i couldn't breath"

.

[ICEE]

^

That is gold.

[Dwood]

You know what I dont even want to go llamas a jerk hes mean to me. I dont wanta be a part of your stupid praties anyways

1. Praties

Irish word for potato.
No more I'll be diggin praties

I've never liked potatoes. I'm not confident that they're entirely human

They're not human at all, they're vegetable.

Tell that to Terri Schiavo. You jerk.

[RyanFlocka]

The ban of a lot of older members.

lol

[ICEE]

[Ganon]

ganon: im looking at some threads
ganon: especially off topic
ganon: these people are fucking retarded
(AoG) Rook: modacity: the forum

http://forums.combatexpertsclan.com/

[Llama Juice]

indeed.

Also a few days after that

20.45032

Make more fun of my wife beater... Ill kick you ass

dont beat you're wief!!!!!

yeah all the cool kids are locking women in tents in their backyards instead

Tell that to Jaycee Lee Dugard. You Jerk.

[Dwood]

There is so much genius on battle.net forams.

http://us.battle.net/sc2/en/forum/to...4941769?page=1

But alas dear reader, the Supply Depot had no hands with which to write.

There's a problem with your logic: zerglings don't have hands either.

They have claws.

What about mutalisks?

Dictated to zerglings.

Utterly amazing:

Tragic, enthralling, riveting...

It's stories like these that exemplify the true, incredible meaning to things we take for granted. The story in itself possesses such a powerful underlying message that one may need to wipe the encroaching tear slowly swelling in the corners of their eyes; this is perfection.

Most stories could start with a simple "Once upon a time," or so, but literary master Saturday is beyond such trifles.

But

What is this?! A but! Instantly our mindset is changed; we are in no simple story. This is not a fairy tale for some animatronic barnyard animal to recite, this epic masterpiece promotes instantaneous danger! Our very souls are shaken by the possibility of what could happen next to such a pessimistic beginning.

alas dear reader,

A simple establishment of pathos will pave way for the hard hitting logos to come by the end of the story. We are no pawns to our author, Saturday, but we are peers. We are his 'dear readers'. Just as the author has been taken for a journey by his discovery, we are too ensnared in the rapture of his voice. As we must continue this quest with the great mind who has presented such an observation, our reading (our dear reading, that is) must continue.

the Supply Depot

We are nearly halfway through the story before the main character is even introduced. However, our author has managed to pull us along all this time without us even questioning: "What is happening? Who are we concerned with?" The groundbreaking arrival of this character leaves an innumerable amount of questions to be answered. Who is this supply depot? What does he have in store for us? What is the truth behind this object's existence?

has no hands with which to write.

The truth. The cold, abysmal reality that is the Supply Depot. He has no free will, he is trapped to be a free thinker in a harsh, unforgiving world. This single Supply Depot is the embodiment of all that we have come to realize is wrong in the world. Why is the voice that cries the loudest so quickly silenced? Why must our superiors limit such an already tantalizing existence with an additional hardship? What is the true representation of a man: one who unwittingly accepts the world around him or the mute with the great soul of rebellion stirring in his veins?

Writing like this has become unknown to the world. I suggest that we all give our Oversized-Cat Marine, Saturday, the credit he truly deserves.

[Pooky]

I said this to Sever over Live, and he demanded that I post it here.

There was a nice quote that described that somewhere. I don't remember what it was, perhaps you do.

Ironically, I don't actually remember what he said to provoke that response.