well excuse me for having schoolFlecco wrote:
Bit late bro.
It would be Gooners like this:"I fantasize about sprea..."
He wouldn't come out alive when I pierce him with muh big black cock
wtf
He wouldn't come out alive when I pierce him with muh big black cock
wtf
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Take that HurricaneGooners wrote:
im sorry you just come up with some really stupid threads, next time ill read it 10 times and sound each word out.Hurricane2k9 wrote:
i wasn't asking WHO you would kill you dense fucking brickGooners wrote:
hurricane2k9
so i wouldnt have to read stupid threads such as these.
i was asking HOW you would kill them
i realize you have dyslexia and thus you confuse the words but try and read carefully next time
Okay?
I would burn your body, then peel your skin off, i would then roll your body in salt, followed by me dicing your body and sending each piece to your relatives.
That was the joke, yes.cowami wrote:
merm
i believe mr.bond james bond beat you to that
lest i'm missing the irony, in which case never mind me
...Nothing about Vorgon poetry?S3v3N wrote:
I would waterboard the person untill they told me everything.
Then I'd stab them for awhile with a plastic spork. (yes a motherfucking plastic spork)
Next I'd read The Great Gatsby from cover to cover.
I would then force this individual to listen to gangsta rap for atleast 12 hours.
Next I'd force the individual to eat raw potatoes untill they puked.
The last item of the list, I'd place the individual in a room, that had low light levels. In the center of the room would be a rusty butterknife. In theory as Yanni's greatest hits are playing the individual should slit their wrists with the butterknife.
If they so choose to live longer, I will subject them to John Tesh's greatest hits but place a much sharper steak knife in the room.
If this fails, I'd force the individual to eat their weight in Hot Pockets.
EE (hats
Yaaaaay, someone who reads good booksMorpheus wrote:
...Nothing about Vorgon poetry?S3v3N wrote:
I would waterboard the person untill they told me everything.
Then I'd stab them for awhile with a plastic spork. (yes a motherfucking plastic spork)
Next I'd read The Great Gatsby from cover to cover.
I would then force this individual to listen to gangsta rap for atleast 12 hours.
Next I'd force the individual to eat raw potatoes untill they puked.
The last item of the list, I'd place the individual in a room, that had low light levels. In the center of the room would be a rusty butterknife. In theory as Yanni's greatest hits are playing the individual should slit their wrists with the butterknife.
If they so choose to live longer, I will subject them to John Tesh's greatest hits but place a much sharper steak knife in the room.
If this fails, I'd force the individual to eat their weight in Hot Pockets.
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Small hourglass island
Always raining and foggy
Use an umbrella
Always raining and foggy
Use an umbrella
Ted, got a towel?
Whoa... Can't believe these forums are still kicking.
baseball bat
Roc18 wrote:
I wouldnt kill anyone nor do i want to think of creative ways to do so.
hurricane
tie him up in NO when a hurricane comes
tie him up in NO when a hurricane comes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=POl3eD6I … re=relatedGooners wrote:
im sorry you just come up with some really stupid threads, next time ill read it 10 times and sound each word out.Hurricane2k9 wrote:
i wasn't asking WHO you would kill you dense fucking brickGooners wrote:
hurricane2k9
so i wouldnt have to read stupid threads such as these.
i was asking HOW you would kill them
i realize you have dyslexia and thus you confuse the words but try and read carefully next time
Okay?
I would burn your body, then peel your skin off, i would then roll your body in salt, followed by me dicing your body and sending each piece to your relatives.
I'd so do this to gooners
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id shoot someone in the facial area
Tu Stultus Es
id shoot someone in the back, when they weren't looking
id show mek a picture of the girl he's obsessed with getting gangbanged by a bunch of pakistanis
Tu Stultus Es
i'd probably treat them with dignity and respect, and just hang them off a cliff upside down until they starve
in kashmir is pakistan
Tu Stultus Es
beat them to death with a footlong black dildo
I'd have 11B do all my dirty work.
i'd have them proofread and provide links to Real World Facts
id have outlaw0311 give me a link to his hax d/l
Tu Stultus Es
eleven bravo wrote:
id show mek a picture of the girl he's obsessed with getting gangbanged by a bunch of pakistanis
imma fuck one of their bitches one dayeleven bravo wrote:
in kashmir is pakistan
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Free Tibet
worst death for gs is probably getting killed by a stryyker operated by national guardsmenMekstizzle wrote:
eleven bravo wrote:
id show mek a picture of the girl he's obsessed with getting gangbanged by a bunch of pakistanisimma fuck one of their bitches one dayeleven bravo wrote:
in kashmir is pakistan
Westley: It won't be the last. "To the pain" means the first thing you lose will be your feet, below the ankles, then your hands at the wrists. Next, your nose.
Humperdinck: [losing his patience] And then my tongue, I suppose. I killed you too quickly the last time, a mistake I don't mean to duplicate tonight.
Westley: I wasn't finished! The next thing you lose will be your left eye, followed by your right —
Humperdinck: [exasperated] And then my ears. I understand! Let's get on with it —
Westley: WRONG! Your ears you keep, and I'll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, "Dear God, what is that thing?" will echo in your perfect ears. That is what "to the pain" means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever.
Humperdinck: [losing his patience] And then my tongue, I suppose. I killed you too quickly the last time, a mistake I don't mean to duplicate tonight.
Westley: I wasn't finished! The next thing you lose will be your left eye, followed by your right —
Humperdinck: [exasperated] And then my ears. I understand! Let's get on with it —
Westley: WRONG! Your ears you keep, and I'll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, "Dear God, what is that thing?" will echo in your perfect ears. That is what "to the pain" means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever.
EE (hats
Drop a moon on them.
And not one of these sissy little moons like we've got - No, a big'un, like Ganymede.
And not one of these sissy little moons like we've got - No, a big'un, like Ganymede.