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Oh right, this thread. I’ve been watching Ninja Kamui here and there while playing VCS. The last comedy that I watched was Futurama which might change here shortly.

Spaghetti. Hooray. More fucking CARBS.

Undercover Triad polygon failed to read me my Miranda rights.

Yucky.

Vincent Cesmaridonale is an aged drummer who performs at local shows in rural Mississippi. He had a huge problem with blow in the 80s. He had spent most of his years in separation and living in his Vegas summer home before eventually leaving Nevada empty handed. The year is 2011. Vinnie both lived in and shared squalor with his plump yet robust landlord Crove, and their other roommate Max. Inside Crove’s small childhood home, you’d often hear loud sniffing sounds coming from Vinnie’s room. Vincent really wanted Crove to sit on his face, despite the big lady being 60 and only showering 2 days out of each week. Max had a full time job and an unhealthy problem excessively biting his lip. He couldn’t afford to live anywhere else that didn’t incessantly annoy him and want him to kill himself. ———————————— One day, Vinnie stopped and asked Max if he could go down the street for him and buy a Powerade at the Dollar General for 5 bucks. Contrary to Drummer Vinnie, most never had to perform oral sex in exchange for fast food money. 5 dollars on a shitty fruit drink bottle wasn’t the end of the world for Max. Max never asked to be reimbursed. One simple afternoon as Max was beginning to exit the house, Vinnie suddenly bolted over and said “here’s your five dollars, dood!” And slammed the door in Max’s face. “...Fuck off,” Vincent also retorted from under his breath. ———————————— Vinnie was a very odd-looking man. He looks and sounds identical to Marvin from Conker’s Bad Fur Day. **This is what that character looks like for reference.** Vin made some decent money thanks to his CDL he had obtained, and he was attending a class at the Community Center to present his love for music! Things didn’t seem all that bad for Drummer Vinnie! Until one day. ———————————— You see, everyone attending this Community Center class had to present a PowerPoint presentation on what they define as their underlying passion. Everyone had their own written passwords to the computers, and fellow class member Corwin happened to obtain Vinnie’s password. Unbeknownst to Vinnie, some edits to his PowerPoint presentation were made. ———————————— It was the big day! Our musician was called up to present his slides to all of the Community Center class. ”Hey, y’all! This is Drummer Vinnie! Man, I’ve really fallen on some hard times as a local drummer and truck driver. But y’know, all that really keeps me goin’ is the damn music, mannnn! I’ve compiled a list of events and whatnot that really got a hold of my spirit and made me a hell of a performer just rockin’ out hardcore!” Vinnie was ecstatic. Lotta time and effort and practice was placed into compiling all this stuff up for the classroom. That’s when the projector showed all the penises placed on the introductory slide. ”WAHHHHAHHAHHHH,” Vinnie screamed like Ben Stiller. Corwin somehow obtained a naked photo of Vinnie in between all the other closeups of raw dicks. The whole class laughed as some guy went “hahah Vincent’s got a tiny cock!” ———————————— Back at home, Max and Crove were having a conversation at the dinner table about ribs. Vincent stormed home and said “look I know y’all are calling me a pussy and a bitch! That’s what all ANYONE at the motherfuckin lumberyard had to say about me. Well, I’m no fuckin punk.” No one had any idea what he was talking about, so that’s when he shed a tear and just walked away to his room. ”Yeah mom, oh they treat me like d-ddd-dawwwwwwgggg shieeeeeiitttt,” Vinnie said over the phone to his 80 year old mother. Drummer Vinnie had a long conversation with his momma about how his feelings were hurt... then ended the call asking if she could spare 400 bucks so he can afford his rent.

Pork chops.

Sorry to bring back bad feelings. I also haven’t slept since the comment.

I drink and pass out for a couple or few hours, then I’ll stay up all night and sleep enough to where I can still go out into the sun later and repeat the cycle. If it’s a detox day then I’ll still sleep like shit. Your timeclock decides everything for you so I’ve learned to just deal with it.

They’re so fucked up.

Sorry for cheesing you off with the entrapment, ghostrek. I trust your judgment always.

Why does the Xbox Series X exist? Why did consumers even toss money at it? It’s a glorified version of a console you’ve already had for 10 years. Not even glorified. They just took an Xbox One and slapped some other fucking stupid name on it claiming to be new. 360 actually had a player model that made everyone want to boot up. Now you only get one playable, non-shitty game per decade. And they think you need a “new console” for that.

ghostrek what would ya do if you were coerced into committing treason and inciting political violence?

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Mafia II - Xbox

Dethklok was a successful brand within a brand that Lazzo was willing to dump out altogether because he was the only one that didn’t get it. The show having 30 minute episodes was just about the only thing you could roll your head at looking back. I still love Doomstar Requiem and I don’t know how hard it would’ve been to just say “no” if you were that opposed to begin with.

The rabbit from Coonskin appeared to me in person from this train to remind me of my Toonzone ban.

Cheeky little fuck.

I stopped after the Stebe episode. I liked most of what I saw but just couldn’t commit to watching it anymore. Season 2 looks more exciting but I’m probably still never going to watch it.

You shit in your hand and slather it all around your penis when fucking vaginally, then 9 months later the woman dies giving birth to a talking shit baby.