BLU Pyro: PC 'n Octavia fan
Joined Mar 26, 2011 at 05:38PM EDT
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What can I say, eh. I like Halo, I like Red Vs Blue, I like TF2 and ponies and I like playing to win. Don’t judge me because of my name (Its rude anyway). I’m sophisticated, considerate, humble when defeated and genuinely a nice guy.
So console gaming wise, I’m about as rare as a black, scottish cyclops.
(EDIT: Made me sound less like a complete HUDDA)
Well, you know what they say: Any hole’s a goal.
Moral of the Story: Never be Sailor Moon if you don’t have a Tuxedo Mask to help sort your shit out!
Maybe he just hasn’t heard the starting pistol….which is weird, cause I’ve been firing it for the past 10 hours!
Buy two, get engaged and then tie the knot by combining them together!
Can we just agree at this point that most women on the internet who call themselves feminists can just be classified as “Honey Badgers”.
Cause, ya know…..they both try and tear off our testicles as painfully as possible.
Youtube Rewind: Its like Know Your Meme, but lazy.
Merry Christmas for your favourite british pyro that you know off-hand.
(If you know any other british pyro’s outside of KYM, please edit this message in the order from which I stack)
(Don’t tell him the cap’s on. Just nod and smile.)
No comments….but then again, do we need any words to describe how much of a blood knight Nora is?
Cringeworthy, certainly, though not as bad as Silvio Berlusconi’s plan to hire women to twerk on the coffin!
That sounds painful, don’t you agree Zach?
And as usual, I start singing the intro to Lion King 3.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATS ON THE MENUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU….
Nah, more likely he’s redditor.
Urgh You complete Scrubs. That’s CLEARLY Guile!
“He had walked up one day after dinner, as he very often did, to spend his evening at Hartfield. Emma and Harriet were going to walk; he joined them; and, on returning, they fell in with a larger party, who, like themselves, judged it wisest to take their exercise early, as the weather threatened rain; Mr. and Mrs. Weston and their son, Miss Bates and her niece, who had accidentally met. They all united; and, on reaching Hartfield gates, Emma, who knew it was exactly the sort of visiting that would be welcome to her father, pressed them all to go in and drink tea with him. The Randalls’ party agreed to it immediately; and after a pretty long speech from Miss Bates, which few pe”-NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..
Well, ran out of ink again.
I’ve mixed Coke and Pepsi together before
Hell, colour co-ordinated shipping at that!
I was…..a little……………..maybe.
As far as insults go, that’s actually one of the most creative and genuinely funny ones I’ve seen. Hell, were it not for the last sentence, I would have seriously doubted its need to be in Cringeworthy, but then again, that’s really just the cherry on top.
Sweet, free lore for fan fics!
PInkie Pie, clearly. Look at her:
Its not resting, its passed on. This character is no more. It has ceased to be. Its expired and gone to meet its maker. This is a late person.
Its a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. If you hadn’t nailed it to the floor, it would be pushing up the daisies. Its metabolic processes are now history. Its kicked the bucket. Its hopped the twig. Its run down the curtain and joined the choir invisible.
THIS, IS AN EX-PERSON!
….Sure is pretty Zarbon in here.