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[Apr. 5th, 2009|06:26 am] |
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| | Bill Burr - Oct 13, 2008 Phone call | ] |
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[Jul. 25th, 2007|01:48 pm] |
It's mean bean time, baby.
Edit: The wand in Voldemort's hand vibrated and wained to his rage. His wrist forcibly, and instantaneously, flicked upward with a blur. Clicks and clangs rung through the hallowed tunnel as mass metal enities filled the air in differing heights. His left hand screamed foward as his right artfully relinquished the wand into his clock. A singular clank resounding as the metal met his left hand. The right followed a moment after to catch the hilt of the weapon fluttering down to his right as gravity entered where the magic had exited.
Harry's eyes narrowed. What looked like tentacles swayed from the large, black objects in Voldemort's hands with gentle clicks. The moments were stretched to absolute brink as his reflexes took hold. Voldemort's index fingers pulled towards his pale palms. His thin, fingers grasped and displayed each knuckle and segmented bone vigorously.
Diving as the magnesium bullets racked past his body, Harry grasped his wand and took cover. Golden sparks outlined his body as a protective spell passively cast in the movement shielded his body to the safety of a fallen pillar. Heavy breathing burning his lungs. Cold swept his body as the liters of sweat met the cold air of his dank enviroment. However, his heart surged with a furious flame as he lamented for a moment. A magical object Harry had summoned was now being torn apart by the onslaught of Voldemort's hand cannons. The burning metal streaked through the air artfully as Harry glanced one last moment to see the object destroyed. Harry could see pain on its face as the bullets ripped it apart. The entries marked by white hot flashes of searing heat. The metal bubbling apart from the wounds. Still, the object stood resolved to protect Potter with its final act.
Tears streak down his cheeks as Optimus Prime's legs buckled to allow Harry to escape.
tl;dr version - I so should have wrote Harry Potter :( :( |
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[Jul. 13th, 2007|03:29 am] |
Holy shit.
Sanford and Son seasons 4 through 6 found at Wal Mart for $14 a piece.
I think life just got worth living. |
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[Apr. 3rd, 2007|01:40 am] |
This is kind of a stroke fest, but I really have no idea how these came about. They're not GREAT, but it's definetely a noticable improvement for me.
( Learning Curve ) |
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[Mar. 30th, 2007|12:00 am] |
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| | Ricky Martin - The Cup of Life [*] | ] |
Scanner doesn't work, so, you know, Hell.
( Camera Phone Art Update )
Work here is done. Now to disappear ONCE AGAIN. For only like, a week or two again. :P |
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[Mar. 6th, 2007|02:45 pm] |
One Piece spoilers say that One Piece still remains a large rolling boulder. Down a hill it goes, bumping off rocks and gaining speed. At the bottom is a preschool. It is 11 am and they are havng lunch before recess.
Naruto spoilers indicate that if the characters fart, clouds of rainbow comes out and instead of a poot noise, it's a small, garbled clip from It's Raining Men.
Oh, AND FUCK BLEACH. If you love Bleach, you're either a woman or some sort of large dick blackhole. All dicks in the vicinity are pulled into a cavern of darkness eternal and crushed into mere atoms. It's not gay enough to give your large butt pleasure. Just cruel enough to crush the dicks of man. LOTR style. So gay that it defeats itself. It is its own matter and anti-matter. Vampire and Werewolves. On the molecular level, it is utterly and completely so gay that it defeats its own concept.
But it had hot ass bitches in it?
Might rethink my theory. |
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[Mar. 4th, 2007|06:10 pm] |
| licecrabbical is FUCKING YOUR WIFE. | | Tourists routinely confuse the Lost Whistling Caverns with the hollow, fog horn-like hum that emits from your wife's battered snatch. Holding your spouse upside down, spreading her legs, and blowing through her gaping labia like the open mouth of an empty cola bottle brings to light her infidelity. Fuck you and your fucking Mini Coupe, John. I fucked your wife like all hardcore and shit. | | wanna know your lj's moodring color? enter your user name and hit the button. (discussion thread) |
MEME. |
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[Feb. 5th, 2007|02:22 am] |
As a new rule, I work out to Micheal Jackson's Beat It.
Zoolander makes me LOVE that fucking song. |
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[Jan. 29th, 2007|08:30 pm] |
Before the list goes to SA, here's stuff I'm selling.
I'll discount friends for this shit cause I just need small sums of cash for things I don't want around anymore. So, yeah.
( Stuff For Sale. Look If Interested. ) |
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[Jan. 19th, 2007|05:40 am] |
I spent ALL NIGHT on a drawing and I'm still not even finished.
But I'll finish tomorrow. STILL. FUCK. |
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