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Discussion in 'Hard Gay Shitpost Metropolis' started by Baya Rae 4900, May 11, 2012.
Just a hundred Tsar Bombi.
Does that mean you do not want air?
Yes, yes! You've seen it haven't you? The glorious fury of a weapon unrivaled in power, the last and ultimate tool of destruction! It takes my breath away, to see a second sun rise on the horizon, growing ever larger until like a climax, it explodes. The birth of a new age, terrifying, yet wonderful. It is not a birth of beginnings but the beginning of endings, the essence of Thanatos itself, and with it the end of the world.
@Aroukar Wow! Calm down there, bro. Let me get you a Kleenex.
Yeah, man. It's so impressive, it blows my mind.
And what the fuck would you do with a hundred room sized bombs other than pay a shitload of rent on a warehouse?
I don't know. Extort money out of the first world. Use them as a failsafe in case of invasion. Level a moutain in order to build a nuclear themed mall. Blow up non-nuclear countries for shits and giggles. You know, the usual.
@uberfukken You can't exactly strap it to your chest, or even drive it around in a conventional looking car.
You really need to get laid.
@Sugar Bombs get in here.
Indeed. The world could certainly benefit from me procreating.
I wouldn't go that far.
just get laid for the love of God.
For what reason would I get laid if not to procreate?
doesn't matter, just detonate it in your house
How the fuck are you going to sneak it into your house? Or your country?
oh sorry i was under the impression you already had them.
To unwind, to relax?
The Member Formerly Known As Baya, you were gone for a few days.
you don't have enough of a life to leave EDF2 hanging for nearly a week.
You see, this is why you'll never become a terrorist leader. You never think ahead.
True. I was lost in Scum's mother's .
Sounds like fun.
After your experiences inside Yog Soghoths Vagina, how close are you to losing your mind?
Hahahaha. I'm no longer afraid of going to Hell.
Why haven't you called me?
Because you're a stinky-face.
Nuh uh, meanie-butt.
Observe the mating dance of the Australian Landwhale and the Texan Pickle.
They circle each other, neither sure of the others intent.
The dance will continue for weeks, with feints inside feints; the dancers moving ever closer to the inevitable climax.
The male does not yet know that he's a dead man walking, as the female devourers her mate after his foul seed is safely inside her womb, and crawling towards her waiting eggs.
And then the thumblets are released upon the unsuspecting world. Their base horror tears at our souls (and also our soles, given their height) and illustrates in stark detail the reasons why tampering with our genetic codes holds our doom.
I had a true love once, her name was Doctor Q but then one day she fell to her death by falling into her own anus and was never seen again.
You have cooties, dog-face.
No wonder you loved her.
Flexibility like that is rare.
Must have been dynamite in the sack.