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Last posted Mar 17, 2024 at 07:45AM EDT. Added Jan 11, 2017 at 12:22PM EST
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Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of York,
And all the clouds that loured upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,
Our bruisèd arms hung up for monuments,
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barbèd steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady’s chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking glass;
I, that am rudely stamped and want love’s majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them--
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to see my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own deformity.

Okay. Why the fuck do I always get an automatic downvote everytime I post in a thread? Oh wait, I get it now.

Also, I hope this game never fucking ends.

TheLastMethBender wrote:

Pretty awful because you fools wont stop replying

Hey, fuck you, we can do this all day if we wanted to. Actually, why are we doing this? Oh wait, I terribly forgot why.

TheLastMethBender wrote:

All day? No mother fucker we can do this all fucking year

OH! DO YOU WANT TO TAKE THIS OUTSIDE, MOTHERFUCKER?!

I'mma just… post an entire song lyric here. I hope anyone doesn't mind.

Pick me up
Hose me down
I'm sorry boys, about the Dirty Night clowns
Earth does break the things that we make
Like model planes, and cuppy cakes

I can't clear
The leaves from here
They're too far under the brush this year

I can't clear
The leaves, from here
They're too far under the brush this year

Let them be buried, buried alive
In their suits
In their ties

Trees to shade the moves that they make
In their suits
In their ties

Let them be buried, buried alive
In their suits
In their ties

You're safe here, now you're in the clear
Now we'll eat soup, and apple pies

I can't clear
The leaves from here
They're too far under the brush this year

I can't clear
The leaves from here
They're too far under the brush this year

I, will never be
Dirt free

Up the stairs come find me
Come sneak up behind me
I'll be sleeping soundly
Like a baby

La da da da da da da da
La da da da da daa

La da da da da da da da
La da da da da daa

I can't clear
The leave from here
They're too far under the brush this year

Am I winnin' yet?

Last edited Jan 14, 2017 at 09:49AM EST

Angelirio wrote:

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly.

It's wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flys anyways because bees don't care what humans think is impossible.

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