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My hair is at the lengh where no matter how I comb it, it always looks like crap. Long hair=sexy Short hair=sexy
Medium hair=puke on a cookie
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What? This is a super mario world hacking site? :O

IDK, its fun, unless you hilariously delete all of your progress (by crashing the rom, I managed to do this twice)
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I bombed the twin towers, wait, what?

umm, I punched a retard in the face in 8th grade, he was annoying me for the past month.


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Holy shit 233 pages!?!?
how is this thread gonna get like remade or something after 250?, because this is insane.
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oh god, my brand new laptop took 2 seconds for it to rotate.
I NEED A NEW COMPUTER!
THIS 2 WEEK OLD THING IS TRASH!
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Mesmorizing cube of death! :D

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Hi Kriasain, remember me from raocow.com? :)
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I need to quit forgetting about this site, maybe I can get an award then.
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Why can't I enable the chat icon on the side toolbar in opera 10?

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I suggest having a bunch of the people who have been banned over the years on the tree. They can be hanging there, dead.
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I would do something interesting and evil a the same time.
first off, I would ban anyone who has over 1000 posts, becasue they need to spend their time on something better. everybody with less than 100 posts have moderator powers, untill they have >100 posts.
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SPAM IT WITH GOATSE UNTILL IT SHUTS UP!
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Firstly, I must ask:
Which threads have the tits?


The Birds and the Bees: A BlackDS Story

Ring! Ring! Says my alarm clock, happily shouting to me that it is 10 AM. Despite the extra 4 hours of sleep, I grumble and groan, slowly slithering out from my blankets. I walk like a zombie into the kitchen, oblivious to the fact that I am still in my underwear. As I enjoy my bowl of Frosty Flakes (the cereal of champions, if you are a champion on welfare), by dad bursts into my room, telling me to get ready for my Kung-fu class. Woo-hoo, 1 hour of sweating and exercise to start my day. 5 minutes before class is supposed to start, I am thrown out of my dad's 95 Grand Prix (quickly becoming a heap of plastic and metal, but it was still goin' strong). Today is sparring day, which means I get my Donkey kicked by the other black belts, I feel that I have wasted my time, and my parent's money as I get put in a painful arm lock.

Back in the car, my dad says "hey champ, wanna go for an adventure?" Despite my definitive "NO!", we are on our way to Lar's Cars, a beautiful, heavenly, and glamorous....junk yard. Fortunately, I have my trusty BlackDS with me, so for an our and a half, I feel a little bit of happiness as I play Geometry Wars. Then, we arrive at the yard, in a questionable area in the middle of nowhere. In my nice 60 dollar shoes, I step out of the car, right in a puddle of mud. Through the mud, me and my dad look for a car like his, after an hour of searching, we find one, but it doesn't have the part we need. I leave the place with one bolt and a great feeling of emptiness.

With our "adventure" over, I assume I get to have a nice warm shower and finish my bowl of frosty flakes, but noooo. My dad needs new glasses! They are going to take 2 hours to make! Have fun wandering around in this mall! Well, I do have fun in the mall, the first place I go is to the top floor. I ascending on the escalator is like climbing the stairway to heaven, as I go into a game store called Cash-in-Culture. I look around in every system I have, and I still have a few hours to waste, so screw it, I look in the NES section. My life changed forever. I see in a pile of gray, a silver ray of light in the form of a cartridge. It says "Bee 52, by Camerica" "Patent....Pending............
Do not drop. Do not get wet. Do not leave in direct sunlight.

Position B. Only use this position if game does not work with position A."
My jaw drops as I see the price is only 8 dollars, but I only have 6! I hide the game in the bottom corner of the shelf, hoping that my dad can give me 2 more bucks.

"No"

I beg and plead, but it is no use, so I walk out of the glasses store, and sit on a bench. There, I hear "I'm sorry for making you wait mam, there is a special sale everything half off and I have been on hold for 15 minutes, please be patient.." I see this young man alone behind a Vorizon cell phone kiosk, swapped with 5 customers and computer troubles. I hear him say "Hey, can I somebody get me a Coke for me?" I perk up, and He hands me three dollars to get this god his bottle of holy water. The machine, large and cold as it stands there, ignored until this moment, drops me a coke and gives me 2 dollars in change.

I sprint to the store and buy this treasure right in front of three punk's noses, and I hear "that will be $8.55" My heart sinks, I forgot to factor in tax! but, down and out, about to give up, the pimple-ridden cashier says "its not a problem, I will pay the tax for you". I nearly start skipping as I leave the store, NES game in hand, and when I find my dad as he shouts "lets go to Arby's!", but I was not thinking Arby's, I was thinking, "YES!"

When I arrive home, my treasure gripped tight in my hand, I find out it is worth 8 bucks.





The Flame of Doubt: A BlackDS Story

Ring! Ring! Says my alarm clock, happily shouting that it is 10 AM. I grumble and groan, slowly slithering out from my blankets. I walk like a zombie into the kitchen, oblivious to the fact that I am still in my underwear. As I enjoy my bowl of Frosty Flakes (the cereal of champions, if you are a champion on welfare), my dad bursts into my room, telling me to get dressed, as we are about to go on a journey. A Journey of many miles over many hills in my mother's mazda (because my dad's 95 Grand Prix lost its brakes, and is currently sleeping on the road with a tree, almost as if they are in love). We are coing to Circleville Ohio! Horray! We are going to a new junk yard, and this one is much bigger and more impressive! It wont be like the last time, I swear!, says my dad.

It turns out I would be the one swearing.

As we cross the state line there is a sign saying "Walcome to Ohio" BAM! My Dad runs right into a huge pothole, what a welcome gift. My dad is the kind of guy who thinks he always knows what he is doing, no matter what it is, or where it is. With no Garmin GPS, with no hope, we run into an unexpected T intersection, which the always reliable mapquest seemed to forget all about. Down the left path, there was a street sign that said "school crossing", only instead of a little kid walking or something, there was (no lie) a witch, riding a broomstick. AND
MY DAD DECIDED TO GO DOWN THAT ROAD!
There is even a warning! Dont come down this path! There are crazy people whos kids are witches down this road!...

A mile down the creepy road, we see a giant yard filled with cars, there is even a grand prix in there. We drive down the dirt path which leads to this lot, and we realise that it was just some guys back yard! My dad is half tempted to actually knock on the trailer door in the middle of the place, but when he sees a shotgun inside the window, he makes the first smart decision of the day, and we continue on.

When we minally arrive to the real car yard, simply titled "Pick-a-part", but it was spraypainted, so now it said "Dick apart". My dad parks, I step out, in my brand-new boots, right into another puddle of mud. Great. Two shoes, totally destroied. We trudge up 45 degrees of pure mud, completly liquid, and we discover what we came here for, a 95 Pontiac Grand Prix, although it was red, and my dad's is white. We talk to the creepy middle-aged man who runs the joint, and he charged us $100 for the whole car, and another 150 to tow it. Horray, no more car lots in circleville, I hope.

...

One shower later, my dad tries to make it up for me by taking me to the record exchange, in Pittsburgh, and he buys me this pimp-ass Gamecube. Itis black, and it comes with a gayboy gameboy player, miniature screen, and a battery pack, and some basketball game. I never told him that I already had 2 gamecubes, one of which he bought me when I was 10.

This gamecube had somekind of curse, or maybe it was owned by the human torch, because the first time I turned this skyscraper on, the battery catches fire, which caused the screen to go black and white. Fortunately, the reciept was not burned (and since it was black, you couldnt really tell it was charred on the bottom). My dad thought is was still "too cool" to return, but it was obviously too damn hot!

So, my mom (who has sense), drove me back to the god damn game store, because I wanted my dad's 80 dollars back. As I am returning this cube of power and majesty I see something out of the corner of my eye. It was beautiful and sad at the same time, and it was staring deep into my iris with such a passion. I just had to buy it. I inquire about this mysterious object, one the likes I had never seen before. The morbidly-obese cashier says, oh, that, thats just a neo-geo pocket color dude, 20 bucks. I pull out a 20, and the silver javelin of light is in my posession. The man behind me was furious that I had stolen this jewel from under his nose, and challenged me to a duel. With the power of game cube batteries I light him on fire, and as he burns to a crisp, I play Sonic Pocket Adventure. The End.



Sorry for the length :/







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Man, I am jealous, I've been drawing stupid cars for over 2 years, and yours blow mine away :(
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Ketchup
Mayo
Cheese
chili
or all 4
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Because it is too serious, and every hack needs a dose of immaturity.
Also, woah! I forgot I was in the hack at all.
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This (it wasnt on iRC)

Happy new year everybody! A new decade has been born! Lets hope it will be a little better than the one that just recently departed from us, yes? I, for one, am joyful like a butcher's dog for this renewal, this upheaval, the birth of the new, the death of the old.
Death.
That strange being (with the huge square toes) who lives far in the south.
Death.
The great one, who lived in the straight house, without sides to it, and no roof neither. For what need has death for a cover? What winds can blow against him? He just stands, lonely, on his high platform, overlooking the world, and indeed, the galaxy, with his infinate wisdom, and infinate run on sentences.
He stands, watchful, and motionless all day with his sword drawn back (even though the pen is mightier than the sword), waiting for the messenger to bid him come and commence.
He looks down at the hundreds and thousands of people in pain, dying. The medical doctors can no longer help, nobody can help these poor souls, as death's ugly hand is about to take another victim.
...

My rant has come to an end, and at this point I offer my hand. Will thou accept me? The sandwitches that are the posts I make may not have enough peanut butter, or they may not have enough jelly, but they can still be a delicous source of nutrients for all to enjoy.

Hello and goodbye.
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I am so getting the last post on page 150.
you wont even see it commin', I'll just be like BAM! THREAD OVER!
you'll see
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I bought an NES game, even though I dont have an NES
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I got a bag-o atari games for 4 bucks. inside it was the game h.e.r.o., which alone is worth $12
I also got an N-gage game for three bucks, sealed too.
And, I occasionally get some jeans there if they fit (so what?)
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