Yesh. Very weird, very wild, very shexy, very crazshy. That's a keeper, yesh. I'm from Holland, ishn't that weird?
Just in case anyone was wondering what "Jack S." stood for. "Vs" looked cooler than "And,"
Alrighty then....I'm thinking at least 3 times, no more than 5. New question: What is Demyx's final line in Kingdom Hearts II.
Jesus-Christ-Bananas! I couldn't make it through the whole thing. Ha, I'm going to have nightmares.
Check these out: http://kh-vids.net/showthread.php?t=2340 - This is the comic strip I do for my campus newspaper. Updated all the time. http://kh-vids.net/showthread.php?t=2371 - This is a stand-Up Comedy routine I just wrote. Tell me what you think!
833...people are falling asleep at the wheel. I wrote a stand-up routine! You can find it in the Creativity Corner.
Huh, most of the other strips are too big to post as attatchments, so I'm going to post them on MySpace as I share them with you. So, it doens't look like a whole lot of people have really looked here, but here is strip #2 from September 2005: "Educational Programming". The story behind this was, I had drawn a different strip meant to go after the one in the last post, but I didn't want to ink it myself, and I couldn't find anyone to do it for me. So a few weeks went by and the other strip, which was about Labor Day or one of those, became off-topic, so I scrambled to draw two more strips and I bit the bullet and inked them myself. Here's the first one. The punchline is from a movie I made in High School. One of my actors add-libbed it, and I thought it was brilliant. Notice my snazzy new graphic?
*sings* Always look on the bright side of life! *whistles*
*open mouth; insert foot* Well played, Clerks...
Hi! I just wrote this, I'd like to perform it live sometime. Let me know what you think. Oh, and I'm decent at voices, so imagine me doing them when in quotations. ***WARNING: CONTAINS SUGGESTIVE THEMES AND SOME STRONG LANGUAGE THAT THE FORUM WILL CENSOR. VIEWER DESCRETION ADVISED! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED*** All right. Here we go. How are you all doing tonight? Are we Living La Vida Loca? I haven't listened to radio in a while. That song is still popular, right? Huh? Maybe we can all do the Macarena later, because that's what the rage is with us young people today. Am I right, folks? Nah. I listen to the radio sometimes. I just don't often think there's anything worth listening to. I mean, there's a lot of rap on the air today which, personally, I can't stand. Though I will say "Amish Paradise" rocked my socks. No, but...And, you know, I mean no disrespect to people trying to make a living or people who find meaning in everything these artists do, hey that's your taste, that's cool. It is not my taste, and I will tell you why. When it comes to rap, what I have to say I truly dislike about it is the melody. Mainly the fact that there isn't one. You're declaring to a backbeat. Seriously, stop the charade. It's spoken-word poetry. In the 1920's, you'd all have berets, goatees, and a set of bongos, people. And I mean the instruments. Get your mind out of the gutter. "I like big butts and I cannot lie." Personally, that's not a part of the woman's body I take a special liking to. You know, it's nice as part of the whole, but...ahh...not so hot by itself. See, the thing about an a** is...I have one myself, and I know what mine does. So, you see, I'm not so enthralled. Whatever floats your boat, though. Wink wink, nudge nudge. "I like big butts." There's a lot of that kind of thing in rap. Nah, I'm picking on rap too much, pretty much all songs since the beginning of music are sexual. Just some genres are more subtle than others. The Beatles sing "I wanna hold your hand", it sounds nice and cute and respectful and you know for a fact that if they had their way holding hands would be just the tip of the iceberg. I'm not one of those people who say that violence on the streets comes from rap, that's one thing I will vehemently defend rap on. Violence in the world is not caused by the lyrics of a rap song, or the body count in a Governator movie, or the mobster from the video game killing hookers with a car battery and a vanilla smoothie. Violence is caused by people being unintelligent d***s to each other. And if you seriously can't separate the fantasy of a song lyric or a video game from real life morals, there's a word for what you are. It's not politically correct, I'm sad to say, but that word is f***ing ******ed. Not just ******ed. F***ing ******ed. You need the swear in there to catch the full power of this label. See? I know, and I hate to swear. I love hearing it, but I don't like saying it too often. I made a sacrifice for you people tonight, I hope you appreciate that. Anyway, backtrack now, I sent you all on a little journey, I'm going to bring you back to the main road. Stay together people, we're walking, we're walking, and stop! Rap isn't the only music that bugs me. I dislike it, but since I've always disliked it, it doesn't quite offend me as much as what they're passing off as "rock" nowadays. Because I used to be able to say "I like rock!" Now, I'm afraid to in case someone lumps one of these modern hacks into the category. Again, I don't mean to offend people who actually like this kind of music, but I'm on stage so you have to listen to what I have to say. Modern bands who classify themselves as "rock", for the most part, fall into two categories. There's these loud Death Metal types who do not sing, these men do not sing, they scream or growl all their lyrics. "Bury me in your deathloins! I'll get you next time, Gadget!" But, miraculously, I can't tell if they're worse or better than the second group. These bands have singers who also do not sing. These singers whine. They whine and whine oh, how sad. And these fall into two subcategories. There's the one, where the singers try to imitate Kurt Cobain or Eddie Vedder and not realize that both people sang like Marlon Brando's Godfather stunt doubles. Then we've got these Emo kids who whine high and clear but way out of key. "My life is really miserable, but my friend knows three chords." Ugh. I've probably offended you people with different musical tastes, I apologize. Let's talk about dating because there's no possible way I can offend anyone with that subject. Who here is single? Yeah! Hooray for the very very sad and lonely. Yeah, no man, I love love. I'm a hopeless romantic. I'm a one-woman man, and that woman is treated with every bit of respect and care you can imagine. Unfortunately very few women have found this out because, apparently, so I'm told, this is how they see me: "We wants it...we needs it...must have the preciousss! They stole it from us..." I just got out of a serious relationship recently. I think the technical term is "unceremoniously dropkicked." It was a long distance relationship, and you know, I always seem to find myself in those. I mean women think I'm charming, kind, and a great catch...when they don't have to be near me. "Fat hobbit is always so polite." It's hard, being in the dating scene again. Never really was in any scene to begin with. I've been going to a couple of parties. Campus radio station has parties at this bar all the time and, for the record, I don't drink or do any kind of drugs. You want me to be in complete control of my mind at all times, trust me. Anyway, yeah...I've got a question...what is up with the women who dance by rubbing their behinds in your crotch? I mean, I get on the dance floor...I come from the "make crap up as you go" school of dancing...and these women gyrate and rub themselves on me. And the worst part is I never see them again once the song's over! I'm like "Hey! Where are you going? I thought we had something special, you harlot!" Nope, you're going home alone more lonely than you were when you got there because you had it in front of you and it was snatched away at the last second! Tis a cruel world, my friends. And you know, I'm not really a bad lover. I just wish someone would let me prove that. I'll admit, I have not done the do. I'd be up for sacrifice in a more primitive culture. Or if there was a dragon around. No, but in lack of doing, I'm reading. I've read and searched and studied techniques of pleasure, so all I need is a willing victim. I mean...oh shoot, now I'll never get any. They’re on to me. Ha...but, you know, I'm terrified, man. I'm worried about how I'm going to be, whether my training has paid off. Well, at least if I'm not that great, I've got a healthy collection of toys for my woman to use. I think she'll dig my mint condition Boba Fett in his original packaging, what do you think? Yeah, it's tough though. Several of the girlfriends I've had in my life made promises. "Oh, we'll lose our virginity together! It will be wonderful." Well, they never stuck around long enough to make good on our promises, but oddly enough they all managed to find someone to fill in for me afterwards. Ahh...you're applauding my pain. But, you know, that's just how it goes. It'll happen for me, and it'll happen for all of you...I just hope by the time it comes for me I'll still have enough blood left in my brain to make a good judgment on who with. Because you can't deny how the male brain wants to work. You can hate it, you can try to resist, but the thoughts always pop in there. It's just how we're wired. I like to cuddle. Call me a girl, but cuddling is my favorite. But, as a male, I can't do it without thinking where else it might want to go. And I try to enjoy it as just the cuddling itself, but then my body betrays me and I get nervous. Not to be immodest or anything but, believe me, I'm nervous for a reason. I've got about two people who can testify to that. Then again, they might have been blowing smoke. Anyway, the point is, you would notice. And that carries with it all sorts of problems, doesn't it? "What if she feels it?" "What if she calls me a pervert and hates me forever?" And then, of course, the male mind creeps in. "Well...what if she likes it?" You want to listen to that voice. There's hope in that voice. There's heaven in that voice. But that voice gets the living snot beaten out of it by the doubt so you're just frozen like a deer in headlights and that's when you realize your entire body has gone so rigid that you’re cutting off the circulation to her spine. Thank you! Good night!
I think we've established that "Anastasia" was Dreamworks and not Disney. I hate when people do that, personally. Like, Disney is the only company that can do animation? They're the only ones with the right? I happen to like Anastasia as well and think that's a beautiful song. But still. Credit where credit is due.
18 THINGS YOU CAN ONLY SAY AT THANKSGIVING! In the tradition of the holiday: 1. Talk about a huge breast! 2. Tying the legs together keeps the inside moist. 3. It's Cool Whip time! 4. If I don't undo my pants, I'll burst! 5. That's one terrific spread! 6. I'm in the mood for a little dark meat. 7. Are you ready for seconds yet? 8. It's a little dry, do you still want to eat it? 9. Just wait your turn, you'll get some! 10. Don't play with your meat. 11. Just spread the legs open and stuff it in. 12. Do you think you'll be able to handle all these people at once? 13. I didn't expect everyone to come at once! 14. You still have a little bit on your chin. 15. How long will it take after you stick it in? 16. You'll know it's ready when it pops up. 17. Wow, I didn't think I could handle all of that! 18. That's the biggest one I've ever seen! Happy Thanksgiving! *innocent look tm*
Me too, soon.
Name: Talon (real name unknown) Age: mid-40s Alias: N/A Series: Infinite Man (my own comic book universe) Appearence: A humanoid velociraptor in purple boxing trunks; two-finger-and-thumb hands, impresive shoulders; three steel blades protruding like feathers from the back of his head; signature raptor foot claw and saurian legs; Left side of face, left kneecap, and entire left arm from shoulder to torso is skinned revealing a cyborg matrix not unlike The Terminator; long prehensile tail. Weapons: Claws, teeth, tail, and featherblades. Special Ablilities: Agility; High-Speed Tail Whip Summon/Transform:N/A Limit Breaks: Featherblades: Dips head low and shoots his featherblades at an opponant; blades act like boomerangs, but Talon is indesposed while regenerating more blades. Tail Snare: Wraps tail around opponants leg and swings opponant around, beating him or her into the floor. Shredder: Become an uncontrollable whirlwind of bladelike claws for a short period of time; this is when Talon is both most dangerous and most vulnerable: a well-timed hit from an opponant in this state would cause major damage. Overdrive: N/A Biography: A failed paleontologist working in the robotics field. After learning he would soon be out on the street, he used company technology to uild himself a robotic body modled after Velociraptor Mongoliensis. after transplanting his breain into the mechanichal beast, he went mad and became a mercenary for hire. The synthetic skin was meant to withstand all the elements, but was largely damaged in a fight with a resident superhero. Talon's main weakness is water which will short-circuit the exposed wires and disable him for hours.
The entire reason I bought the game in the first place was because I am a huge fan of Tim Burton. So Halloweentown, naturally.
I've got no music playing, but I'm singing the chorus of the Snakes on a Plane song, but I'm singing it in a cockney accent. I'm that bored.
Enlightened (A lot of people I know think I'm bad-creepy. I'm really a nice, caring guy if you take the time to know me)
Help! The Tasmanian Roxas is on the loose!
cheaterwhousesabunchofwordswithoutspacesandtriestopassitoffasoneword. (I'm not picking on just you. You just happen to be the poster above me).
804, good god y'all, what is it good for? Absolutely nothin' Say it again now.
