10 min sketch.
DAMN RIGHT I R!!!!
I smoke drugs
Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six.
Joo are teh good!!!
I smoke drugs
Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six.
I DECLARE A REP PARTY!
gt: V0RP4L
My recent works of art.
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Name the greatest of all inventors. Accident. ~Mark Twain
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Uppercase is not shouting, this is a myth perpetuated by housewives and sex offenders.
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Set a trashcan on fire and keep a bum warm for a night. Set the bum on fire, and keep him warm for the rest of his life.
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If debugging is the process of removing bugs, then programming must be the process of putting them in. ~Edsger Dijkstra

Our current situation:
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Reminds me of that NintendoDS pacman game.
Name the greatest of all inventors. Accident. ~Mark Twain
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Uppercase is not shouting, this is a myth perpetuated by housewives and sex offenders.
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Set a trashcan on fire and keep a bum warm for a night. Set the bum on fire, and keep him warm for the rest of his life.
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If debugging is the process of removing bugs, then programming must be the process of putting them in. ~Edsger Dijkstra
we really need to create a thumbnailing system...
1337.
I smoke drugs
Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six.
Looks like a character of my old engrish teecher.
Name the greatest of all inventors. Accident. ~Mark Twain
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Uppercase is not shouting, this is a myth perpetuated by housewives and sex offenders.
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Set a trashcan on fire and keep a bum warm for a night. Set the bum on fire, and keep him warm for the rest of his life.
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If debugging is the process of removing bugs, then programming must be the process of putting them in. ~Edsger Dijkstra
Damn, talent abounds.
OMFG!!! FANTAGS!!!!!!
That reminds me of one of Sandman's poems.
A day in the life of a Sandpimp
By MC Sandpimp, AKA ePac.
Yo stop, sit down, relax and go limp
I'll educate you on a trip named MC Sandpimp
Yeah, that's me, if you didn't already know
I'm known as a poet with unparalleled flow
Some chumps say I'm nothing but a walking ego
Do you know any egos that can walk? Didn't think so
So how about you keep off my back and off my sandals
Cuz I'll pillage your villiage like a Saxon or a Vandal
Slide down the trebble, raise up the bass
So I can get pumped and poised to rape your face
I'll alter your pitch and the tone in your solo
Like a Floyd Rose-licensed double-locking tremolo
Best get ready, chump, I hope you got the memo
That the Sandpimp's gonna show in a pimpin' stretch limo
He'll pour out the ride with 20 girlies at his side
Now's your chance to either step up or continue to hide
Got somethin' to say? Son, ya best spill it
I'll fry any MC like an egg in a skillet
Sunny-side-up, scrambled or over easy
Then I'll wipe ya clean like a hobo with a squeegee
I gotta piss, so let's break for a minute
Just listen to beat while I let my DJ spin it
Rollin' down the street in my 3.80
Playa posers all hating, mentally masturbating
The girlies on standby, waving just to say Hi
I tried to stop, but my brakes failed and I drove by
I pulled the e-brake and slid to a stop
But by that time I was already at the next block
Yo -- that block sucked hard
So I rode slow to the garage, got brake fluid in my car
Everytime I stop, I got the girls with the flirtations
Saying "Hello, sir, would you like to make a donation?"
Holding out boots, using this new lingo with a smile
Asking for money? Nah, you just don't know the new style
I'm ready to attack anything and anyone
Just as long as they don't have a knife or a gun
Or a taser, or a bat, or a bottle of mace
Trust me, you don't want that sprayed in your face
Some hoochie sprayed me once, I had to get out fast
So I jumped in the car and slammed on the gas
It was bumper-to-bumper and I couldn't see
So it's a good thing I didn't think to find my keys
After I figured out why my engine wasn't rumbling
Looking for my keys, fumbling, choking and stumbling
I popped the hood and took the lid off the injection
Put the alcohol in my eyes like I do with infections
That didn't help much, it just stung like hell
The hood fell on my hands and I started to yell
I started to shake and stomped on the ground
But a helpful citizen was nowhere to be found
So I did what comes naturally and spat rhymes like a seal
A seal that happens to spit rhymes that you can envision and feel
And someone helped me out, freed my hands and splashed my face
Then I cried when I saw it was the bitch with the mace
She said she helped me so I might finally shut up
But we all know that this ho knows w'sup
I kept my composure, making sure not to lose it
Hopped back in the Grand Natty to hit the streets, cruisin'
I'd tell you what happened then, but this is getting too long
There's almost enough words here for a commercially viable song
So y'all can stop reading and scrolling with your mice
All I did was replace the lyrics of that song by Vanilla Ice
Damn. The ending was a shocker.
OMFG!!! FANTAGS!!!!!!
oh snap!? penpen is left handed! Me too!? Next thing your going to be telling me is that my lotto numbers (4 8 15 16 23 42) are in someway related to penpen...
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