I wish I'm gonna try it with the next rabbit I get
You'll try it when it's already dead....
me and my gf fucking lost so fucking hard
It completely depends on how erect I am
You'll have a good cavity for that fat cock to slide into at least. Mmm...
Was in no way referring to mine pal.
I didn't make it you fuck, just saved it. Says Polen in the comic so that's what I used for the file name fella.
Is it just me or would this dude have crashed into the parked car had it not been for the moving one?
And why not just fucking save and post it?
So.you like "The IT Crowd" tv series? I love it.
That's too bad. Oh well, doesn't make it any less funny for me.
im fucking rekt and i just lost 2 your reaction so have some OC nigga
You don't do gloryholes because you're afraid that you'll throw up on a cock, or get throw up on your cock?
Because I'm afraid someone like pic related would be on the other side, doing the sucking and biting my dick.
Gonna give you the benefit of the doubt and think you meant to post another picture instead of that jizzin' dick.
That's what I fucking thought!
That picture just makes me want to dump my robogirls folder.
But that isn't what this thread is about buddy.
>artillery shells related
I most certainly am not. How dare you suggest that he favored KFC over other, finer fried chicken establishments? Like perhaps Popeye's, or...I don't know, fucking help me out w/ some other chicken places, people.
Probably because you're a heterosexual male with a working libido.
Just a hunch tho...
reverse image search found it fast
> I eat right (most of the time) and I exercise (an inordinate amount), but it does little, thanks to a struggle with polycystic ovarian syndrome and a failing thyroid gland.
But you wouldn't really. It's cool man, it's fun to fantasize sometimes.
You probably lost because you aren't really an activist. Come on anon!
reading this while on the shitter.
also have asscrackatoa, not from tacos, but nonetheless...
neighbour banged on door asking if everything is alright.
fell off toilet from laughing.
No problem friend.
Could do me a favor and elaborate on why your neighbor would be the one to check on you while your in the restroom?
He goes through all that shit. Finds the cause of all of it, gets to the "end" of his long and arduous journey, and his first move as a comfortable free man reunited with his family is to fuck up the life of the stupid kid who started it all...
I'm all for poetic justice but this isn't justice... Kind of a shitty end.
Yeah, kind of one of those stories that's better for the journey as apposed to the destination.
apartment house, heard me through the walls or shit.
was farting real long & loud in a small bathrooms bowl, getting resonances.
if it wasn't for the smell i must say it was a quite refreshing experience hearing the walls bounce off that brrrrrrrp.
had to laugh loud, parts to my fart sounds, parts to /b/, that made him question my sanity, i'd say.
I am actually a bit disappointed it didn't rip off.
oh joey, why do you always have the perfect reaction to things
Are those...things... human?
This is comedy gold.
Turn your headphone down as this tard screams really loud.
Lol he kanye motherfucker
on another note, I remember when I was a newfag and couldn't even stand to watch this, and world automatically pause it and leave.
Now I stayed long enough just to see if the guy cums. Kinda disappointed he didn't.
There's a lot going on here, so let's start off with who I assume is the main character, the guy in the red spandex pants.
I'm going to call him Powers Picklesausage, because his legs look like a jar of pickled sausages.
Powers Picklesausage did not enter a tournament of the world's best fighters. He is not a part of an underground fight club. At no point is he even aware he's physically accosting another person. No -- Powers Picklesausage moves from one shady abandoned warehouse to another in pursuit of a fly, grabbing at it with furious clenched fists moving at the speed of kill. The trail of dead he inadvertently leaves in his wake is immense and tragic.
Powers Picklesausage is kind of an idiot, really. A Mr. Magoo-type who is entirely unaware of the mayhem he's causing. As the box art indicates, Powers Picklesausage happens upon an underground fetish orgy run by a secret society hellbent on taking over America. Powers Picklesausage is the wrench thrown into their plans. One by one, the secret society of fetish weirdos attempt to attack Powers Picklesausage, thinking he's a government operative. Their efforts are to no avail. Powers Picklesausage is just too quick, just too strong, just too focused on catching that wily fly. Every time a fetish weirdo in chains and shorts so small you absolutely know his balls are hanging out of the bottom -- like the guy on the box art, whose balls should be dangling out of his short-shorts and rag-dolling in the air from the momentum of the punch -- whenever one of those guys steps up to fight, the fly makes a move that forces Powers Picklesausage to react with a perfectly placed punch or block.
To better visualize Powers Picklesausage's fighting style, imagine this: a bear doing Muay Thai while trying to navigate through a dark hallway. And then there's a fly.
Things go on like this for about 40 hours of gameplay, until we get to the climactic final battle: Powers Picklesausage vs. an army of fetish weirdos.
Fetish weirdos with ball gags. Fetish weirdos in ass-less chaps. Fetish weirdos stuffed with butt plugs that are ornately feathered, making them look like beautiful peacocks. Fetish weirdos who look totally normal but really like getting peed on. They all descend on Powers Picklesausage for one massive fight. Here's the twist: the fight takes place in a garbage dump, the headquarters for the secret evil fetish orgy cult of world domination. Where there's trash, there are flies. And where there are flies, there's Powers Picklesausage. As the fight begins, the fly calls upon his fly brethren to aid him in his battle against this meaty, sausage-legged idiot who won't leave him alone. His fists are a blur. There are so many flies to grab, so much fury with which he must grab them.
One by one, he grabs the flies. In his palm, squish. Palm, squish. Palm, squish. Finally, it ends. His palms stained black from fly guts. His knuckles red from the blood of the fetish army he's only now aware he's slain. What? Bu- but ... how? When he snaps out of his fly trance, he sees the death he's caused. He cries so much. He's really quite a sensitive man. He wouldn't harm a fly. Metaphorically.
>how did the scare crow win the race... cos he was outstanding in the field
holy shit. that laugh
That's good to hear! I bet they find you a laugh riot! I'm gonna go find a random SNES game box and see what I can do with it! Mine won't be as good as yours but I can try ;)! I think you should go into stand up comedy cos I think if you did that routine you'd have people falling over in the aisles! "Uh-oh, call the paramedics, it's the legendary copypasta guy again!" LOL
>fellows are having a good time
>i want to laugh at them
>i realized they are experiencing something i no longer can
welp. sleeping with a nightlight now.
that comment made me laugh more than the clip
Also I think Carlos Mencia is funny so I find your 'insults' flattering
The laugh is just a highlight
>It's cause it's YouTube, there's trolls okay? There's trolls on Youtube.
>Eugene makes controversial videos, you just informing people about how to do things
>It's YouTube dumbass, there's trolls