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Area 51 is like Takeshi's Castle, except with greater chance of death

Me sitting on the sidelines watching people storming Area 51 with my coworker and friends, recording our commentary so we can upload it to LiveLeak

Me sitting on the sidelines watching people storming Area 51 with my coworker and friends, recording our commentary so we can upload it to LiveLeak

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Me and the boys on Area 51

Another one

Another one

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Shaggy, Chuck Norris, and John Wick ready for Area 51

@gabinoofficial Ready for area 51 TEKA Area 51 count me in Area 51 here I come AMEAX MOT

@gabinoofficial Ready for area 51 TEKA Area 51 count me in Area 51 here I come AMEAX MOT

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Whats actually going to happen

Area 51 Guard CIA MIE U.S.Military Secret Service The only person who showed up eecOLETEco

Area 51 Guard CIA MIE U.S.Military Secret Service The only person who showed up eecOLETEco

The Guild storms Area 51

Fun Fact: Riolu has a history of Naruto Running

Fun Fact: Riolu has a history of Naruto Running

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Why RUNNING to Area 51 is a bad idea

Edit: Before I forget, Seras' alien text is the same as what she said in the abridged.
"Oh my god, they planted landmines"
If your curious, I saved you the time to translate.

Edit: Before I forget, Seras' alien text is the same as what she said in the abridged.
"Oh my god, they planted landmines"
If your curious, I saved you the time to translate.

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I don't see any Naruto runners...

When it's September 20th and I'm the only one who still remembers this meme.

When it's September 20th and I'm the only one who still remembers this meme.

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My plans for September 20

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a nnews.com LIVE BREAKING NEWS HUNDREDS SHOT CHARGING BASE 13:02 FIRST ACTION SOLDIERS ON BASE HAVE SEEN IN DECADES I "I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT TH

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Storm Area 51, fellow nerds!!

STORMAREA 51, FELLOW NERDS!!

STORMAREA 51, FELLOW NERDS!!

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Dale prepares for the raid

Preparing for the area 51 raid BOIL UP SOME MOUNTAIN DEW IT'S GONNA BE A LONG NIGHT.

Preparing for the area 51 raid BOIL UP SOME MOUNTAIN DEW IT'S GONNA BE A LONG NIGHT.

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The first of many

One of our heroes after being injected with gamer girl bath water to prepare for the raid on Area 51.

One of our heroes after being injected with gamer girl bath water to prepare for the raid on Area 51.

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hmmm...

When the Kyles and Chads are getting pushed back and the Naruto runners are getting taken out by tear gas, but the autistic kids flank the rear and break thru the defenses Cmemedispenaer We weren't expecting special force

When the Kyles and Chads are getting pushed back and the Naruto runners are getting taken out by tear gas, but the autistic kids flank the rear and break thru the defenses Cmemedispenaer We weren't expecting special force

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"If the government can't have these alien bastards,no one will"

I feel like only 3 people at best will get it

I feel like only 3 people at best will get it

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Anime girls in Area 51 confirmed

THE REAL LIFE ANIME GIRLIFOUND ME ESCAPING FROM AREA 51

THE REAL LIFE ANIME GIRLIFOUND ME ESCAPING FROM AREA 51

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Again?

bLacK PROJECG 2 Ah s---, here we go again.

bLacK PROJECG 2 Ah s---, here we go again.

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A Visit From Don

I had just gotten off work, and I was taking a shower. I hear my mom say, "Son, someone is here to see you." "Alright," I say, "I'll be out in a minute." So I finish up in the shower, dry off, get dressed, and walk out of my bedroom. As soon as I open the door, I'm greeted by a man in a suit wearing sunglasses. "Who are you?" I ask. "Come with me," he says. So I follow him into my living room, where I see another man in a suit, and the recliner pointing away from me. "Sit down," a voice says from the recliner. So I sit down on my couch. The recliner spins around, and sitting in it is none other than the President of the United States of America, Donald J. Trump. "Hello. How are you doing today?" My heart drops. He knows. Everyone knows. The post was supposed to be anonymous, but somehow they figured it out. And now, I must face the consequences. "G-good," I reply sheepishly. "H-how are you?" "I'm not too happy. Not. Happy." "Why is that?" "wHy iS tHaT?!?" He mocks me. He points at me with his smaller-than-normal-but-still-pudgy finger. "You know goddamn well why I'm not f------ happy!" I feign ignorance as much as I can. "Sir, what are you talking about?" "Oh you don't know? Show him." One of the men in suits withdraws an iPad from his jacket. On the screen was something that I know will haunt me for the rest of my life. A Facebook event titled "Storm Area 51, They Can't Stop All of Us". that jog your memory?" to see you today?" unhappy? Do you und "Do asks. "Do you understand why why I've come I remain silent. "You may have thought you were clever by posing as a religious organization but you were dead wrong. Mark f------ Zuckerberg himself supplied us with information that led us here to you. We've already captured your friends, the event planner and the gaming video creator, they were useless, they knew nothing. Bunch of f------ amateurs if you ask me. But you. You seem to be the mastermind behind this operation. You think you're gonna get a bunch of f------ nerds to break into the most secretive military base in the goddamn galaxy?" I wait for him to continue but it's becoming obvious that he wants a response. "I- That was just a joke! No one was ever supposed to take it seriously!" "Yeah like I'm gonna believe that. As of right now eight hundred thousand people say that they are planning to show up on our doorstep and f--- us in the ass!" He paused for a bit. "Call it off." "W-what?" "What are you, retarded AND deaf? I said call off the raid! Stand down!" "But sir, I-" "F------ DO IT YOU IMBECILE!" I notice that the two men in suits have their hands resting on their holsters. "Your parents are in the basement," Donald says. "Two more of my men are down there with them. With three taps of my foot, I will have other and father executed. Now I am asking nicely. Call off the raid." I take out my phone and open Facebook. I open the event and write this message: Weebs and Weebettes, >I regret to inform you that the raid has been cancelled. There will be no more storming Area 51. Please do not try to go without me. Stay home. There is no reason for us to go there. Before hitting post, I show my phone to Donald Trump. "How's that?" I ask. One of the men snatches my phone and reads the post out loud. Donald shakes his head. "It's missing something." The man with my phone types something and then reads it: "I am a huge doodoo-head. Trump 2020." Donald smiles. "Perfect! Now if you'll do the honors.' The man holds my phone in front of me. I hit post "Great," Donald says, "That's all we needed." He gets out of the recliner and walks to the door leading to my basement. "Boys, come on up. We're done here." Two men in suits come out of the basement. Donald turns to me. "Now I'm going to celebrate this momentous occasion by going to the White House and f------ the brains out of my smoking hot daughter, Ivanka Trump." And at that moment, everyone left. I go downstairs to find my parents perfectly fine. "What was that about?" My dad asks. "Oh, nothing. He just wanted to talk." "About what?" My mom says "Uhh... stuff?"| "The President of the United States of America," my dad says, "wanted to talk to you... about stuff?" "Yes?" My mom looks my dad, confused. "But... I'm stuff."

I had just gotten off work, and I was taking a shower. I hear my mom say, "Son, someone is here to see you." "Alright," I say, "I'll be out in a minute." So I finish up in the shower, dry off, get dressed, and walk out of my bedroom. As soon as I open the door, I'm greeted by a man in a suit wearing sunglasses. "Who are you?" I ask. "Come with me," he says. So I follow him into my living room, where I see another man in a suit, and the recliner pointing away from me. "Sit down," a voice says from the recliner. So I sit down on my couch. The recliner spins around, and sitting in it is none other than the President of the United States of America, Donald J. Trump. "Hello. How are you doing today?" My heart drops. He knows. Everyone knows. The post was supposed to be anonymous, but somehow they figured it out. And now, I must face the consequences. "G-good," I reply sheepishly. "H-how are you?" "I'm not too happy. Not. Happy." "Why is that?" "wHy iS tHaT?!?" He mocks me. He points at me with his smaller-than-normal-but-still-pudgy finger. "You know goddamn well why I'm not f------ happy!" I feign ignorance as much as I can. "Sir, what are you talking about?" "Oh you don't know? Show him." One of the men in suits withdraws an iPad from his jacket. On the screen was something that I know will haunt me for the rest of my life. A Facebook event titled "Storm Area 51, They Can't Stop All of Us". that jog your memory?" to see you today?" unhappy? Do you und "Do asks. "Do you understand why why I've come I remain silent. "You may have thought you were clever by posing as a religious organization but you were dead wrong. Mark f------ Zuckerberg himself supplied us with information that led us here to you. We've already captured your friends, the event planner and the gaming video creator, they were useless, they knew nothing. Bunch of f------ amateurs if you ask me. But you. You seem to be the mastermind behind this operation. You think you're gonna get a bunch of f------ nerds to break into the most secretive military base in the goddamn galaxy?" I wait for him to continue but it's becoming obvious that he wants a response. "I- That was just a joke! No one was ever supposed to take it seriously!" "Yeah like I'm gonna believe that. As of right now eight hundred thousand people say that they are planning to show up on our doorstep and f--- us in the ass!" He paused for a bit. "Call it off." "W-what?" "What are you, retarded AND deaf? I said call off the raid! Stand down!" "But sir, I-" "F------ DO IT YOU IMBECILE!" I notice that the two men in suits have their hands resting on their holsters. "Your parents are in the basement," Donald says. "Two more of my men are down there with them. With three taps of my foot, I will have other and father executed. Now I am asking nicely. Call off the raid." I take out my phone and open Facebook. I open the event and write this message: Weebs and Weebettes, >I regret to inform you that the raid has been cancelled. There will be no more storming Area 51. Please do not try to go without me. Stay home. There is no reason for us to go there. Before hitting post, I show my phone to Donald Trump. "How's that?" I ask. One of the men snatches my phone and reads the post out loud. Donald shakes his head. "It's missing something." The man with my phone types something and then reads it: "I am a huge doodoo-head. Trump 2020." Donald smiles. "Perfect! Now if you'll do the honors.' The man holds my phone in front of me. I hit post "Great," Donald says, "That's all we needed." He gets out of the recliner and walks to the door leading to my basement. "Boys, come on up. We're done here." Two men in suits come out of the basement. Donald turns to me. "Now I'm going to celebrate this momentous occasion by going to the White House and f------ the brains out of my smoking hot daughter, Ivanka Trump." And at that moment, everyone left. I go downstairs to find my parents perfectly fine. "What was that about?" My dad asks. "Oh, nothing. He just wanted to talk." "About what?" My mom says "Uhh... stuff?"| "The President of the United States of America," my dad says, "wanted to talk to you... about stuff?" "Yes?" My mom looks my dad, confused. "But... I'm stuff."