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Oh he has spoken.How should i respect a guy who is an asshole to many people and trys to be superior.You have to earn respect from me and for your information i’m 19,Black,play several sports,have a girlfriend while you are debating and obsessing over 14 year old Anime characters.Also giving me a Warning that i critizize you is tge most laughable thing ever(i’m considering insults too)You are an Asshole and like i said many people hate you.You feed these people with more Anger towards you,but you think you are special enough to get away with it.Rosalina Artworks belong in the Smash gallery no matter what you say if you are an Admin,Moderator,Gold Member etc. People complain if it is in the wrong gallery,but did they complain in my Rosalina pic?No!Only you are trying to take the upper hand and don’t let the people decide if it belongs in there.Also you commenting on that pic and getting positive answers are just your blinded fans who agree everything you say them.

Clementine?

Houston we have a problem!

Are you for real bro!? Learn to moderate instead of being trigger happy!

clementine?

Clementine?

This looks awfully familiar

clementines? i want a orange but the machine gave me lemons ;-;

I think we were a puddle of shit community due to our behavior down at the IRC. All of you need to stop licking that sweaty ass of your role model 4chan and get back to being humans instead of non-sentient dumbasses who have to become the rudest cockswallowing walnut-dicked chicken shit excuse for a community filled with pride and dignity for their own website.

Yummy diapers!~ baby Karoler said as mommy MemeDon and daddy LNH fed him more of his delicious diapers."Mommy! Can i have some more?" Karoler said in a cute voice. Le Noob said "No son, not until you're older."

why do i feel like i'm in the YMCA locker room?

I hear the lacrosse players laughing and calling each other gay around the corner.

One time, my nanny took me through the womens locker room and I got flashed by like, 50 grandma tiddies.

Scared for life

Wistfully he plays his harmonica. The tune fills your ears as you step in the syrup of the latest and trendiest thing that has people kekking and rofling. You stop as a warm sensation fills your pants. You spilled your ramen all over yourself. A pit in your stomach yawns too wide and a pang of an ache splits you. Why?