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Community => General Discussion => Topic started by: Ghandi on Tuesday, December 02, 2008, 09:43:57 PM
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(http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/BVIChester/hitlernoobs.gif)
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Fail.
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Dammit, Que. Let me find a mirror.
The things I have to put up with around here....
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(http://s3.amazonaws.com/0SAJ7JN5VFAWT249NNR2.anigifdel/79db35dcb1c53a99df98ae71740a006a)
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I think I've seen that before, but either way it's really brilliant.
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*saved*
fucking love it!
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Hahaha! Awesome. New gif for me.
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Hahaha! Awesome. New gif for me.
You were there, was it really like that?
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You were there, was it really like that?
Ah, the folly of the young...
I made that joke once and now I am missing a leg. If I were you I'd run. Do not provoke the beast.
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But he's old and slow. How did he get your le.......what the fucAArgGH!
Why good day gentlemen, this is Cobra. I warrant you are wondering what is going on here. Well, I've defiled this strapping young man and by the look of my pocket chronographer he'll be out for quite some time..ho ho! Why how I do relish a good demency-inspired flogging now and again. It reminds me of my days growing up with the pock, marching down good old St. James Avenue on my way to Smith's Apocathary with my Continental Dearns in myhand and a head full of all the delicious sugar sticks and belly timber a boy could want. Ha, but I digress and I must be off. These fingerprints won't wash themselves off will they? Tut-tut.
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I take it you've forgotten why we let you exist? Surely you can't forget the massive stockpile of nuclear missiles that you rest on top of.
A piece of advice, good sir: Do not kick the missiles. The are liable to shoot your way.
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But he's old and slow. How did he get your le.......what the fucAArgGH!
Why good day gentlemen, this is Cobra. I warrant you are wondering what is going on here. Well, I've defiled this strapping young man and by the look of my pocket chronographer he'll be out for quite some time..ho ho! Why how I do relish a good demency-inspired flogging now and again. It reminds me of my days growing up with the pock, marching down good old St. James Avenue on my way to Smith's Apocathary with my Continental Dearns in myhand and a head full of all the delicious sugar sticks and belly timber a boy could want. Ha, but I digress and I must be off. These fingerprints won't wash themselves off will they? Tut-tut.
"This is Cobra".... that means it must be him.