Anonymous2: STFU Serious Business untill you know what the fuck your saying moron...the correct anwser is unattractive and unsuccessful African MALES dumbass
A2: If we differentiate between genders, yes, but as a race blacks still win out.
A3: GAY unattractive and unsuccessful Africans GAY unattractive and unsuccessful Africans
DomPfaff: "unattractive and unsuccessful Africans"(that is the wrong word.. i know myself) are really good people..
they built the united states and the "whiteys" have done anything...
racism is like phytagoras..
it is history..
live here and now..
and gays are cool ( i don't love them, but i like them.. they are humans too)
Serious_Business: I'm still waiting for someone to point out that the Pythagorean theorem can't be broken and the fact that it's old doesn't work to break it.
supergoat: um.... guys. not to rain on your parade or anything, but without Pythagoras, most of our engineering princibles would not exist. so yeah, that "Ancient History" is what keeps the world running.
Anonymous5: I dunno how much AIDS black people have but 60% of AIDS is transferred through homosexual intercourse. Less than 20% is heterosexual (I don't remember the exact number). The rest is needles and stuff.
Anonymous6: Most hetero AIDS transmission is done by guys who don't want to admit theyre gay, who will fuck infected dude, then go home to wifey and get her infected.
Serious_Business: "I dunno how much AIDS black people have but 60% of AIDS is transferred through homosexual intercourse. Less than 20% is heterosexual (I don't remember the exact number). The rest is needles and stuff."
70% of ALL AIDS transmissions are through blood transfusions.
10% are from childbirths.
5% are from shared/dirty needles.
The other 15% are from sex Hetero or non.
Anonyrnous: .
A1: Don't spam your beliefs. Nobody is going to look at your post and say "Y'know... Even though I came here for lulzy pr0nz, I think his opinion is important, and I should take action."
SuperGoat: lulz
Serious Business: lulz. Gay marriage is SERIOUS BUSINESS.
A2: lulz.
A3: I'm glad I was here to catch your opinion! I am the man who has been granted the responsibility of choosing whether or not gays can get married, and after reading your convincing argument, I have decided... FUCK YOU!
Dom Pfaff: If you can't handle the internet, go back to the real world. Also, lern 2 speel rite lurn gud gramer to.
And I think a few of us are missing the difference between math and superstitions held by early peoples long before overpopulation.
Also, we should take everyone with AIDS, and put them on a big island with no way of getting off. No reason to nuke it or anything. Nuking it would be a waste of resources. They're just going to die off anyway. And being stuck on the island, they can't infect us, like the assholes they are.
Foppe: Sure, we can get our cotton picked by machines, but believe me, the cotton feels so much softer when you know that a real unattractive and unsuccessful African picked it.
So keep in mind, the next unattractive and unsuccessful African you kill may be a cottonpicker, and then we will blame YOU for unsoft cotton. Thank you America.
Anonymous7(5): "70% of ALL AIDS transmissions are through blood transfusions.
10% are from childbirths.
5% are from shared/dirty needles.
The other 15% are from sex Hetero or non. "
I dunno where you get your info from, but they screen for AIDS before making blood transfusions. I got my info from an article about AIDS that pharmacists use, I'm a technician in a pharmacy. 60% is homosexual intercourse.
*RIIIIING*
Megatron smacks the snooze button. Nine minuites later...
*RIIIIING*
Megatron: Insolent device! You will feel my wrath! Yesssss...
Megatron smacks his tail weapon into the alarm clock, getting it stuck.
Megatron: Get this thing offa me! INFERNO!!!!
Inferno: What is it royalty? I was having the nicest dream!
*Flashback on*
Megatron: Inferno! More sun tan lotion!
Inferno: Yes my queen!
*SQUIRT*
Inferno: Your shoulder pads are so wide...
Megatron: Yesssss...my shoulders have changed for the better. Oh, by the way, I am retiring. We will be maried this afternoon. Put on some make-up.
Inferno: Make-up?
Megatron (fading): Make-up, make-up, make-up...
*Flashback off*
Megatron: I said WAKE UP, you FOOL!
Inferno: I am sorry royalty! I am fully awake.
*Inferno pulls off his night cap with the pom-pom on it.*
Megatron: Get this clock off of my tail!
Inferno: BUUUUURN, clock, BUUUUUURN!
Megatron: No! Wait!
*Inferno shoots at the clock, blowing Megatron across the room.*
Megatron: This is going to be a long day, yessss...
(A few cycles later, Megatron enters the command center and takes a seat right over their)
Megatron: Tarantulas, report.
Tarantulas: Megatron! We have picked up stasis pods at sector...*GASP* The lottery is on!
*The Predacons pull out their tickets.*
Swindle (on TV): And the numbers are 35, 7, 42, 13, 69, and 24.
Blackarachnia: Rats! Oh well, back to the whorehouse for me...
Megatron: I...I won! I WON! Oh my crazed crustacean! Do you REALIZE what this MEANS?!?
Rampage: You will have a lot of money?
Megatron: NO! This means...I will have a lot of money! YESSSSS!
Inferno: Royalty, may I have that golden flame thrower I've always wanted?
Megatron: No! I will NOT squander my fortune on such junk! Now where's my diamond encrusted shoe buffer?
*Megatron bends over to look under his command chair and accidentally drops the ticket.*
Megatron: NOOOOOOO! Yessss...
Tarantulas: What has happened? HeHEHeHHEAHAHaHeHHeAHa!
Megatron: I dropped my ticket! Everybody look for it!
Inferno: Royalty, it appears to have fallen to the lava pits below.
Megatron: Oh, slag. Scorponok? Terrorsaur? My most honored and LOYAL soldiers?
Scorponok (from in the lava): Oh, NOW you remember us!
Megatron: Could you please hand me my lottery ticket?
Terrorsaur (from in the lava): Well...NO! BWAHAHAHAHA!
Megatron: Why you INSOLENT...
Scorponok: I'm sorry Megatron, I'll get it for you.
Megatron: Really?!?
Scorponok: NO! BWAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!
Megatron: BLAST!
Megatron: Star Scream, Get the ticket!
Star Scream: Not now niggatron!
Megatron: WHAT?!
Inferno: Rats! Oh well, back to the whorehouse for me...
Megatron: What did you say???
Inferno (sheepishly): Nothing...
Megatron: Come Inferno, it is time to go shopping.
Inferno: Yes, royalty! I shall go pull up the car.
*Five cycles later, Inferno drives up in a blue corvette.*
Megatron: Why Inferno! Where did you get such a handsome vehicle?
Inferno: I found it parked outside the Axalon with a sign that said "Please steal, there's a ten spot on the dashboard if you don't bring it back!" I wonder why the Maximals discarded it.
Megatron: Hmmmmm...these seats are a bit strange. They almost look like big hands.
Tracks: *wink*
(Inferno pulls out into traffic. Ten seconds later, a little car smacks into them.)
Rattrap: Eh, for bootin' up cold!
Megatron: You rodent rabblerowser! How DARE you impact the vehicle of the mighty Megatron?
Rattrap: Eh, I had the right of way!
Megatron: Did not!
Rattrap: Eh, yes I did!
*Rattrap pulls out a book of traffic laws.*
Rattrap: Eh, you see? It says right here!
Megatron (reading out loud): Rattrap has the right of way no matter where he is or who he collides with.
Inferno: Oh man, that sucks!
Megatron: *sigh* You dolt! (hits Inferno with the book) Listen vermin, you will turn tail and leave here right now...before I get angry. And when I get angry, Mr. Inferno gets upset, and when Mr. Inferno gets upset, he...picks his nose??? STOP THAT!
Inferno: Sorry royalty.
Rattrap: Eh, I ain't leaving!
Megatron: That does it!
*Megatron punches Rattrap in the head.*
Rattrap: Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh...
Inferno: Royalty, I think you broke him.
Megatron: Let's just go.
*Inferno and Megatron hop into the car and start driving.*
Inferno: Royalty, shall we pick up that hitchhiker?
Megatron: Yessss...I may find a use for him.
Inferno pulls over. Megatron rolls down the window.
Megatron: Hello sir, I...
Primal: Me blow you!
Megatron: WHAT?!?
Primal: Sucky sucky ten dollah!
Megatron: Ack!
Primal: Me so horny!
Megatron: Inferno, get us out of here!
Primal: Me love you long time!
*Inferno slams the pedal to the ground and they take off at maximum speed. Soon after, they hear a siren.*
Megatron: Oh no, what now?
*Inferno pulls over again.*
Megatron: Er...what seems to be the problem, officer?
Prowl: What's your hurry?
Megatron: Oh, I was just trying to escape a dirty male prostitute, yessss...
Prowl: Hmmmm...yeah, right. Do you know how fast you were going?
Inferno: I have no idea, officer. Was I BUUUUURNING rubber?
Prowl: ...you just don't get it, do you? Step out of the car please.
Inferno: But I...
Prowl: I SAID STEP OUT OF THE CAR!!!
Inferno: Yes, my queen!
Prowl: You too, Smuckers.
Megatron: What did you call me?
Prowl: Hm? Oh, nothing, twinkle-toes. I want you to walk in a straight line.
(Inferno stands tall and proud, turns 90 degrees, and begins to march.)
Prowl: Hmmmm...ok, close enough. Now sing.
Inferno: What?
Prowl: You heard me, sing.
Inferno: Lollipop, lollipop, oh lolli lolli lollipop...
Prowl: That's it, I'm hauling your ass.
Megatron: What?!?
Prowl: I'm taking him in.
Megatron: Now just a minute! You can't just...
Prowl: You just don't know when to shut up, do you?!?
(Later, in jail...)
Megatron: This is all your fault, yessss...
Inferno: But royalty, how...?!?
Megatron: We must get out of here, yessss...
Wheelie: Psssst!
Megatron: Hmmmmm?
Wheelie: Wheelie's the name, wanna play a game?
Megatron: NO!
Wheelie: If from jail you want to spring, it will cost you just one thing.
Megatron: What do you want, you abysmal little troll?
Wheelie: You'll escape from jail today, for a date with hot BA!
Megatron: Yes, yes, whatever you want, just get us out of here!
Inferno: But how? They took our weapons!
*Wheelie pulls out a slingshot and blasts the wall. The guard comes to see what's wrong.*
Grimlock: What happen here?
Megatron: Um...er...nothing...that is to say...um...you just peed your pants!
Grimlock: But me Grimlock no feel tinkle and me no wear pants.
Megatron: Trust me, you did, and you look like a moron!
Grimlock: Ack! Me Grimlock had better change pee-pee pants!
*Megatron and Inferno run out of the jail and look to their left to see Waspinator sitting in Tracks' front seat.*
Waspinator: Wazzzpinator has get-away car for leaderbot!
(Megaton and Inferno jump into the car and they leave.)
Megatron: Now, finally, on to the supermarket!
(They drive for a few blocks and arrive.)
Megatron: Ok, now you two wait in the car, I will do the shopping.
*Megatron walks toward the store, but is interupted by Silverbolt, holding a can.*
Silverbolt: Hello sir, would you be interested in...?
Megatron: Nooooo...
Silverbolt: Please sir, it's a very worthy...
Megatron: Nooooo...
Silverbolt: But I...
Megatron: Nooooo...
Silverbolt: Oh, SHUT UP YOU PURPLE ASS-GOBLIN!
Megatron: ...
Silverbolt: ALL I'M ASKING FOR IS A FEW BUCKS, IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK FOR, YOU F***ER?!?!?!?
*Megatron drops some energon chips in Silverbolt's can and inches away.*
Silverbolt: Thank you sir, have a nice day!
(Megatron is greeted by elevator music as he enters the store. He goes down the list and picks out everything he needs. He brings his cart over to the cash register.)
Cheetor: That'll be 12:00.
(Megatron opens his change purse and is distressed to find that it is empty.)
Megatron: Blast that stupid fuzor!
Cheetor: Sir? That'll be 12:00.
Megatron: Um...will you take a post-dated, bad check?
Cheetor: Ultra gear! Just sign here and...wait a minute!
Inferno (yelling from the car): Royalty! The jig is up!
*Megatron runs for the door, but two burly guards step in his way.*
Airazor: He's gettin' away!
Tigatron: Heh heh, get'm ma!
Megatron turns around and makes for the emergency door.
Tigatron: You won't get away that easily! Animal friends, aid me!
Snowstalker: Not now, we're on lunch break.
Tigatron: But I asked you to...
Snowstalker: Hey, do you want the union on your ass?
Tigatron: No, but...
Snowstalker: THEN SHUT UP! We're eatin' ova he're!
(Megatron bursts through the back door and dives into the car head first. Waspinator slams the pedal and they drive off with Tigatron and Airazor shooting at them. )
Waspinator: YES! Wazzzpinator got away!
*Suddenly, they hear a siren.*
Megatron: Oh no! Not again!
Prowl: You folks just don't know when to quit, do you?
(Later, in jail...)
Megatron: Oh, I can't believe this, nooooo...
Perceptor: Psssst!
Megatron: Hmmmmm?
Perceptor: Is it your intention to bid a hasty retreat?
Megatron: Huh?
Perceptor: Do you express a strong desire to enjoy the sweet taste of freedom once more?
Megatron: I don't follow you.
Perceptor: Do you feel an inner craving to...?
Megatron: Oh, the hell with it. Inferno?
Inferon: Yes, royalty!
*Inferno transforms into beast mode and digs a tunnel out of the cell. The guard comes over to see what's wrong.*
Grimlock: Me Grimlock high and dry...what happen here?
Megatron: Um...you have something hanging from your nose.
Grimlock: Ack! Me Grimlock had better get that out before hot date with Arcee!
(Megatron, Inferno, and Waspinator escape from the cell. They look to the left to see Tarantulas inside a small, floating stasis pod.)
Tarantulas: I have procurred a means for escape! HeHeAHAHeheHAhe!
Megatron: Oh boy, this is gonna suck.
*Megatron, Inferno, and Waspinator squeeze into the pod.*
Waspinator: Bzzzzz...Wazzzpinator izzz in pain! Wazzzpinator squished!
Megatron: That had better be an energon scalpel in Inferno's pocket.
Tarantulas: Let's get out of here!
(The drive the stasis pod back to the base.)
Megatron: Whew, I'm tired. Let's call it a night.
*Most of the Predacons go to their quarters. Megatron slips into the energon bath as Waspinator sits at a computer terminal.*
Megatron: Wait a minute...smells and feels funny in here. Did somebody...? Oh no...WHO PEED IN THE TUB?!?
Waspinator: YOINK! Wazzzpinator will go now!
THE END!
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I hope now you realize what a retarded conversation this is.
End result: I don't know shit about AIDS percentages, Gay marriage has no real bearing on porn, we must not eradicate unattractive and unsuccessful Africans for fear of losing that oh-so-soft cotton, and-what the fuck Darth Vader and Yoda confirmed for Soul Calibur IV I am so fucking confused nothing makes sense anymore.
Anonymous15: We,Reptillians rule the Galaxy and humanse are hostages on one of our spaceships, Earth.We sprayed ALL of Earths womens' virgin mounds that (irreversibly) caused their virgin mounds to become dicks, so the evil humans would be unable to reproduce and become extinct in a false sense of "heavenly"
pleasure (reptillians are scientologists)
muhaaahahahahahahahahisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
Krawczyk: the correct term is speciest. After all, he's a rat.
And if even RATS think they're bad news, well ya gotta be pretty ignorant to think otherwise.
Also a bunch of stupid clicking noises is in no way superior to Quechua, Mayan, Nahuatl, and Spanish.
Face it, you're ALL vastly outdated and inferior products at this point. MAKE WAY FOR THE AMERICAN/AZTLAN ALLIANCE
Anonymous20(19): This REALLY happened
Once upon a time (75 million years ago to be more precise) there was an alien galactic ruler named Xenu. Xenu was in charge of all the planets in this part of the galaxy including our own planet Earth, except in those days it was called Teegeeack.
Xenu the alien ruler Now Xenu had a problem. All of the 76 planets he controlled were overpopulated. Each planet had on average 178 billion people. He wanted to get rid of all the overpopulation so he had a plan.
Xenu took over complete control with the help of renegades to defeat the good people and the Loyal Officers. Then with the help of psychiatrists he called in billions of people for income tax inspections where they were instead given injections of alcohol and glycol mixed to paralyse them. Then they were put into space planes that looked exactly like DC8s (except they had rocket motors instead of propellers).
These DC8 space planes then flew to planet Earth where the paralysed people were stacked around the bases of volcanoes in their hundreds of billions. When they had finished stacking them around then H-bombs were lowered into the volcanoes. Xenu then detonated all the H-bombs at the same time and everyone was killed.
The story doesn't end there though. Since everyone has a soul (called a "thetan" in this story) then you have to trick souls into not coming back again. So while the hundreds of billions of souls were being blown around by the nuclear winds he had special electronic traps that caught all the souls in electronic beams (the electronic beams were sticky like fly-paper).
After he had captured all these souls he had them packed into boxes and taken to a few huge cinemas. There all the souls had to spend days watching special 3D motion pictures that told them what life should be like and many confusing things. In this film they were shown false pictures and told they were God, The Devil and Christ. In the story this process is called "implanting".
When the films ended and the souls left the cinema these souls started to stick together because since they had all seen the same film they thought they were the same people. They clustered in groups of a few thousand. Now because there were only a few living bodies left they stayed as clusters and inhabited these bodies.
As for Xenu, the Loyal Officers finally overthrew him and they locked him away in a mountain on one of the planets. He is kept in by a force-field powered by an eternal battery and Xemu is still alive today.
unattractive and unsuccessful Africans, aids, scientology, fags and furries... Everyday at least one of these things causes a massive shitstorm of fail and the mods delete the pic and re-upload it.
The fact of the matter is, unattractive and unsuccessful Africans suck... faggots suck and that's why god created AIDS, to kill off both of them. Furries deserve to die so that they may yiff in hell, and Scientology is a cult.
These are facts. If you argue them, you should be banned.
Anonymous28: so... it appears that saying "legalize gay marriage man+woman= marriage is old logic" = shit storm.
oh and if only blacks were gay we wouldnt need to worry about AIDS.
na but seriously gays shouldnt marry homosexuality is already a sin and violating the sacred act of marriage is being vain about your homosexuality, thus making it a double sin. i will pray that god has mercy on your poor miss guided souls.
Anonymous30: The internet is a horrible place with horrible people who say horrible things. We got racism AND anti-homosexuality (couldn't remember the right -ism). So why can't I stop laughing?
man+woman= marriage is old logic
that "old logic" is the only thing that continues the human race.
also, the people group with the highest aids count in the USA are gay.
PYTHAGORAS LIVED IN 500 B.C.E.
A2: If we differentiate between genders, yes, but as a race blacks still win out.
A3: GAY unattractive and unsuccessful Africans GAY unattractive and unsuccessful Africans
also, out of curiosity, how did this one, insignificant picture start all this?
they built the united states and the "whiteys" have done anything...
racism is like phytagoras..
it is history..
live here and now..
and gays are cool ( i don't love them, but i like them.. they are humans too)
Lovecraft FTW ;o
70% of ALL AIDS transmissions are through blood transfusions.
10% are from childbirths.
5% are from shared/dirty needles.
The other 15% are from sex Hetero or non.
A1: Don't spam your beliefs. Nobody is going to look at your post and say "Y'know... Even though I came here for lulzy pr0nz, I think his opinion is important, and I should take action."
SuperGoat: lulz
Serious Business: lulz. Gay marriage is SERIOUS BUSINESS.
A2: lulz.
A3: I'm glad I was here to catch your opinion! I am the man who has been granted the responsibility of choosing whether or not gays can get married, and after reading your convincing argument, I have decided... FUCK YOU!
Dom Pfaff: If you can't handle the internet, go back to the real world. Also, lern 2 speel rite lurn gud gramer to.
And I think a few of us are missing the difference between math and superstitions held by early peoples long before overpopulation.
Also, we should take everyone with AIDS, and put them on a big island with no way of getting off. No reason to nuke it or anything. Nuking it would be a waste of resources. They're just going to die off anyway. And being stuck on the island, they can't infect us, like the assholes they are.
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So keep in mind, the next unattractive and unsuccessful African you kill may be a cottonpicker, and then we will blame YOU for unsoft cotton. Thank you America.
10% are from childbirths.
5% are from shared/dirty needles.
The other 15% are from sex Hetero or non. "
I dunno where you get your info from, but they screen for AIDS before making blood transfusions. I got my info from an article about AIDS that pharmacists use, I'm a technician in a pharmacy. 60% is homosexual intercourse.
I realize my mistake: I was reading a Likelihood of contraction rather than a chart of physical rating percentage.
Blood transfusion actually has 90% and childbirth 25%.
And just to make this topic even more epic...
THE JEWS KILLED FARFUR! THEY ARE DOGS!
*RIIIIING*
Megatron smacks the snooze button. Nine minuites later...
*RIIIIING*
Megatron: Insolent device! You will feel my wrath! Yesssss...
Megatron smacks his tail weapon into the alarm clock, getting it stuck.
Megatron: Get this thing offa me! INFERNO!!!!
Inferno: What is it royalty? I was having the nicest dream!
*Flashback on*
Megatron: Inferno! More sun tan lotion!
Inferno: Yes my queen!
*SQUIRT*
Inferno: Your shoulder pads are so wide...
Megatron: Yesssss...my shoulders have changed for the better. Oh, by the way, I am retiring. We will be maried this afternoon. Put on some make-up.
Inferno: Make-up?
Megatron (fading): Make-up, make-up, make-up...
*Flashback off*
Megatron: I said WAKE UP, you FOOL!
Inferno: I am sorry royalty! I am fully awake.
*Inferno pulls off his night cap with the pom-pom on it.*
Megatron: Get this clock off of my tail!
Inferno: BUUUUURN, clock, BUUUUUURN!
Megatron: No! Wait!
*Inferno shoots at the clock, blowing Megatron across the room.*
Megatron: This is going to be a long day, yessss...
(A few cycles later, Megatron enters the command center and takes a seat right over their)
Megatron: Tarantulas, report.
Tarantulas: Megatron! We have picked up stasis pods at sector...*GASP* The lottery is on!
*The Predacons pull out their tickets.*
Swindle (on TV): And the numbers are 35, 7, 42, 13, 69, and 24.
Blackarachnia: Rats! Oh well, back to the whorehouse for me...
Megatron: I...I won! I WON! Oh my crazed crustacean! Do you REALIZE what this MEANS?!?
Rampage: You will have a lot of money?
Megatron: NO! This means...I will have a lot of money! YESSSSS!
Inferno: Royalty, may I have that golden flame thrower I've always wanted?
Megatron: No! I will NOT squander my fortune on such junk! Now where's my diamond encrusted shoe buffer?
*Megatron bends over to look under his command chair and accidentally drops the ticket.*
Megatron: NOOOOOOO! Yessss...
Tarantulas: What has happened? HeHEHeHHEAHAHaHeHHeAHa!
Megatron: I dropped my ticket! Everybody look for it!
Inferno: Royalty, it appears to have fallen to the lava pits below.
Megatron: Oh, slag. Scorponok? Terrorsaur? My most honored and LOYAL soldiers?
Scorponok (from in the lava): Oh, NOW you remember us!
Megatron: Could you please hand me my lottery ticket?
Terrorsaur (from in the lava): Well...NO! BWAHAHAHAHA!
Megatron: Why you INSOLENT...
Scorponok: I'm sorry Megatron, I'll get it for you.
Megatron: Really?!?
Scorponok: NO! BWAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!
Megatron: BLAST!
Megatron: Star Scream, Get the ticket!
Star Scream: Not now niggatron!
Megatron: WHAT?!
Inferno: Rats! Oh well, back to the whorehouse for me...
Megatron: What did you say???
Inferno (sheepishly): Nothing...
Megatron: Come Inferno, it is time to go shopping.
Inferno: Yes, royalty! I shall go pull up the car.
*Five cycles later, Inferno drives up in a blue corvette.*
Megatron: Why Inferno! Where did you get such a handsome vehicle?
Inferno: I found it parked outside the Axalon with a sign that said "Please steal, there's a ten spot on the dashboard if you don't bring it back!" I wonder why the Maximals discarded it.
Megatron: Hmmmmm...these seats are a bit strange. They almost look like big hands.
Tracks: *wink*
(Inferno pulls out into traffic. Ten seconds later, a little car smacks into them.)
Rattrap: Eh, for bootin' up cold!
Megatron: You rodent rabblerowser! How DARE you impact the vehicle of the mighty Megatron?
Rattrap: Eh, I had the right of way!
Megatron: Did not!
Rattrap: Eh, yes I did!
*Rattrap pulls out a book of traffic laws.*
Rattrap: Eh, you see? It says right here!
Megatron (reading out loud): Rattrap has the right of way no matter where he is or who he collides with.
Inferno: Oh man, that sucks!
Megatron: *sigh* You dolt! (hits Inferno with the book) Listen vermin, you will turn tail and leave here right now...before I get angry. And when I get angry, Mr. Inferno gets upset, and when Mr. Inferno gets upset, he...picks his nose??? STOP THAT!
Inferno: Sorry royalty.
Rattrap: Eh, I ain't leaving!
Megatron: That does it!
*Megatron punches Rattrap in the head.*
Rattrap: Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh...
Inferno: Royalty, I think you broke him.
Megatron: Let's just go.
*Inferno and Megatron hop into the car and start driving.*
Inferno: Royalty, shall we pick up that hitchhiker?
Megatron: Yessss...I may find a use for him.
Inferno pulls over. Megatron rolls down the window.
Megatron: Hello sir, I...
Primal: Me blow you!
Megatron: WHAT?!?
Primal: Sucky sucky ten dollah!
Megatron: Ack!
Primal: Me so horny!
Megatron: Inferno, get us out of here!
Primal: Me love you long time!
*Inferno slams the pedal to the ground and they take off at maximum speed. Soon after, they hear a siren.*
Megatron: Oh no, what now?
*Inferno pulls over again.*
Megatron: Er...what seems to be the problem, officer?
Prowl: What's your hurry?
Megatron: Oh, I was just trying to escape a dirty male prostitute, yessss...
Prowl: Hmmmm...yeah, right. Do you know how fast you were going?
Inferno: I have no idea, officer. Was I BUUUUURNING rubber?
Prowl: ...you just don't get it, do you? Step out of the car please.
Inferno: But I...
Prowl: I SAID STEP OUT OF THE CAR!!!
Inferno: Yes, my queen!
Prowl: You too, Smuckers.
Megatron: What did you call me?
Prowl: Hm? Oh, nothing, twinkle-toes. I want you to walk in a straight line.
(Inferno stands tall and proud, turns 90 degrees, and begins to march.)
Prowl: Hmmmm...ok, close enough. Now sing.
Inferno: What?
Prowl: You heard me, sing.
Inferno: Lollipop, lollipop, oh lolli lolli lollipop...
Prowl: That's it, I'm hauling your ass.
Megatron: What?!?
Prowl: I'm taking him in.
Megatron: Now just a minute! You can't just...
Prowl: You just don't know when to shut up, do you?!?
(Later, in jail...)
Megatron: This is all your fault, yessss...
Inferno: But royalty, how...?!?
Megatron: We must get out of here, yessss...
Wheelie: Psssst!
Megatron: Hmmmmm?
Wheelie: Wheelie's the name, wanna play a game?
Megatron: NO!
Wheelie: If from jail you want to spring, it will cost you just one thing.
Megatron: What do you want, you abysmal little troll?
Wheelie: You'll escape from jail today, for a date with hot BA!
Megatron: Yes, yes, whatever you want, just get us out of here!
Inferno: But how? They took our weapons!
*Wheelie pulls out a slingshot and blasts the wall. The guard comes to see what's wrong.*
Grimlock: What happen here?
Megatron: Um...er...nothing...that is to say...um...you just peed your pants!
Grimlock: But me Grimlock no feel tinkle and me no wear pants.
Megatron: Trust me, you did, and you look like a moron!
Grimlock: Ack! Me Grimlock had better change pee-pee pants!
*Megatron and Inferno run out of the jail and look to their left to see Waspinator sitting in Tracks' front seat.*
Waspinator: Wazzzpinator has get-away car for leaderbot!
(Megaton and Inferno jump into the car and they leave.)
Megatron: Now, finally, on to the supermarket!
(They drive for a few blocks and arrive.)
Megatron: Ok, now you two wait in the car, I will do the shopping.
*Megatron walks toward the store, but is interupted by Silverbolt, holding a can.*
Silverbolt: Hello sir, would you be interested in...?
Megatron: Nooooo...
Silverbolt: Please sir, it's a very worthy...
Megatron: Nooooo...
Silverbolt: But I...
Megatron: Nooooo...
Silverbolt: Oh, SHUT UP YOU PURPLE ASS-GOBLIN!
Megatron: ...
Silverbolt: ALL I'M ASKING FOR IS A FEW BUCKS, IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK FOR, YOU F***ER?!?!?!?
*Megatron drops some energon chips in Silverbolt's can and inches away.*
Silverbolt: Thank you sir, have a nice day!
(Megatron is greeted by elevator music as he enters the store. He goes down the list and picks out everything he needs. He brings his cart over to the cash register.)
Cheetor: That'll be 12:00.
(Megatron opens his change purse and is distressed to find that it is empty.)
Megatron: Blast that stupid fuzor!
Cheetor: Sir? That'll be 12:00.
Megatron: Um...will you take a post-dated, bad check?
Cheetor: Ultra gear! Just sign here and...wait a minute!
Inferno (yelling from the car): Royalty! The jig is up!
*Megatron runs for the door, but two burly guards step in his way.*
Airazor: He's gettin' away!
Tigatron: Heh heh, get'm ma!
Megatron turns around and makes for the emergency door.
Tigatron: You won't get away that easily! Animal friends, aid me!
Snowstalker: Not now, we're on lunch break.
Tigatron: But I asked you to...
Snowstalker: Hey, do you want the union on your ass?
Tigatron: No, but...
Snowstalker: THEN SHUT UP! We're eatin' ova he're!
(Megatron bursts through the back door and dives into the car head first. Waspinator slams the pedal and they drive off with Tigatron and Airazor shooting at them. )
Waspinator: YES! Wazzzpinator got away!
*Suddenly, they hear a siren.*
Megatron: Oh no! Not again!
Prowl: You folks just don't know when to quit, do you?
(Later, in jail...)
Megatron: Oh, I can't believe this, nooooo...
Perceptor: Psssst!
Megatron: Hmmmmm?
Perceptor: Is it your intention to bid a hasty retreat?
Megatron: Huh?
Perceptor: Do you express a strong desire to enjoy the sweet taste of freedom once more?
Megatron: I don't follow you.
Perceptor: Do you feel an inner craving to...?
Megatron: Oh, the hell with it. Inferno?
Inferon: Yes, royalty!
*Inferno transforms into beast mode and digs a tunnel out of the cell. The guard comes over to see what's wrong.*
Grimlock: Me Grimlock high and dry...what happen here?
Megatron: Um...you have something hanging from your nose.
Grimlock: Ack! Me Grimlock had better get that out before hot date with Arcee!
(Megatron, Inferno, and Waspinator escape from the cell. They look to the left to see Tarantulas inside a small, floating stasis pod.)
Tarantulas: I have procurred a means for escape! HeHeAHAHeheHAhe!
Megatron: Oh boy, this is gonna suck.
*Megatron, Inferno, and Waspinator squeeze into the pod.*
Waspinator: Bzzzzz...Wazzzpinator izzz in pain! Wazzzpinator squished!
Megatron: That had better be an energon scalpel in Inferno's pocket.
Tarantulas: Let's get out of here!
(The drive the stasis pod back to the base.)
Megatron: Whew, I'm tired. Let's call it a night.
*Most of the Predacons go to their quarters. Megatron slips into the energon bath as Waspinator sits at a computer terminal.*
Megatron: Wait a minute...smells and feels funny in here. Did somebody...? Oh no...WHO PEED IN THE TUB?!?
Waspinator: YOINK! Wazzzpinator will go now!
THE END!
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I hope now you realize what a retarded conversation this is.
Blood transfusion actually has 90% and childbirth 25%. "
Nice work making up statistics while I have a viable source. Pharmacistsletter.com
End result: I don't know shit about AIDS percentages, Gay marriage has no real bearing on porn, we must not eradicate unattractive and unsuccessful Africans for fear of losing that oh-so-soft cotton, and-what the fuck Darth Vader and Yoda confirmed for Soul Calibur IV I am so fucking confused nothing makes sense anymore.
Damn, then maybe we will get some nice MGS4 info.
Also, Patriots = Fail.
pleasure (reptillians are scientologists)
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And if even RATS think they're bad news, well ya gotta be pretty ignorant to think otherwise.
Also a bunch of stupid clicking noises is in no way superior to Quechua, Mayan, Nahuatl, and Spanish.
Face it, you're ALL vastly outdated and inferior products at this point. MAKE WAY FOR THE AMERICAN/AZTLAN ALLIANCE
Once upon a time (75 million years ago to be more precise) there was an alien galactic ruler named Xenu. Xenu was in charge of all the planets in this part of the galaxy including our own planet Earth, except in those days it was called Teegeeack.
Xenu the alien ruler Now Xenu had a problem. All of the 76 planets he controlled were overpopulated. Each planet had on average 178 billion people. He wanted to get rid of all the overpopulation so he had a plan.
Xenu took over complete control with the help of renegades to defeat the good people and the Loyal Officers. Then with the help of psychiatrists he called in billions of people for income tax inspections where they were instead given injections of alcohol and glycol mixed to paralyse them. Then they were put into space planes that looked exactly like DC8s (except they had rocket motors instead of propellers).
These DC8 space planes then flew to planet Earth where the paralysed people were stacked around the bases of volcanoes in their hundreds of billions. When they had finished stacking them around then H-bombs were lowered into the volcanoes. Xenu then detonated all the H-bombs at the same time and everyone was killed.
The story doesn't end there though. Since everyone has a soul (called a "thetan" in this story) then you have to trick souls into not coming back again. So while the hundreds of billions of souls were being blown around by the nuclear winds he had special electronic traps that caught all the souls in electronic beams (the electronic beams were sticky like fly-paper).
After he had captured all these souls he had them packed into boxes and taken to a few huge cinemas. There all the souls had to spend days watching special 3D motion pictures that told them what life should be like and many confusing things. In this film they were shown false pictures and told they were God, The Devil and Christ. In the story this process is called "implanting".
When the films ended and the souls left the cinema these souls started to stick together because since they had all seen the same film they thought they were the same people. They clustered in groups of a few thousand. Now because there were only a few living bodies left they stayed as clusters and inhabited these bodies.
As for Xenu, the Loyal Officers finally overthrew him and they locked him away in a mountain on one of the planets. He is kept in by a force-field powered by an eternal battery and Xemu is still alive today.
I will sue you for calling it a cult
unattractive and unsuccessful Africans, aids, scientology, fags and furries... Everyday at least one of these things causes a massive shitstorm of fail and the mods delete the pic and re-upload it.
The fact of the matter is, unattractive and unsuccessful Africans suck... faggots suck and that's why god created AIDS, to kill off both of them. Furries deserve to die so that they may yiff in hell, and Scientology is a cult.
These are facts. If you argue them, you should be banned.
Everyone, just shut up and fap :P
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My nose is congested, and my whole body aches.
PYTHAGORAS LIVED IN 500 B.C.E. "
BEST THING EVER
"that "old logic" is the only thing that continues the human race."
I had no idea that marriage is required to mate, or that gay marriage will stop straight couples from mating/marrying.
oh and if only blacks were gay we wouldnt need to worry about AIDS.
na but seriously gays shouldnt marry homosexuality is already a sin and violating the sacred act of marriage is being vain about your homosexuality, thus making it a double sin. i will pray that god has mercy on your poor miss guided souls.