captain funtime wrote:Fuck off di-a-ball-licker. You aint had pussy since pussy had you. Go fuck a duck you schmuck. All the penises you have had bounced off your lips, I am suprised your name isnt dia-phram
Fuck you Grimlock.
Buuuuuuurrrrrrnnnnnn bitch.
"As they say in China, 'Arrivederci'!"
*For the creation of the Golden Deuce Award.
That reminds me of a great album I heard one of the interns here at Awesome! Entertainment was playing the other day. It's by the Isley Brothers, and it's called Baby-Making Music. I highly recommend it.
NOW THAT IS A GOD DAM GAYE ROBAT!!! LOOK A THAT FUCKIN DICK ON HIS HAND, HE PROBLY SUX IT EVER NITE CUZ HE IS A GAY FAG LIEK U FAGGETS!! MAN, U FAGS LIEK ROBAT DONG HANDS UP UR GAY ASSES DON'T U, HA HA HA HA HA HA I NEW IT!!!
What was your uncle's name, Snigtad? The one who wiped your shit off of his penis onto your upper lip? Did you cry? Did you run and tell your mommy, but she was too busy slurping the cock of your dad's boss in the living room while your dad fingered his butthole and your sister did a strip tease while being juiced on some mixture of ecstasy and crank? Did they beat you incessantly for interrupting.
Is that why you are the way you are?
Dickhead?
"Say Jim! WHOOOO! That is a bad outFIT! Whooo!"--Pimp, Superman The Movie "You're an idiot, Starscream." --Megatron,Transformers: The Movie
My apologies, Citizen Anarky. As you are... no doubt aware, my duties as Defender of Gotham City must take precedence over my duties as a Moderator Terror Squad... Reservist. Unfortunately, I set the task of restoring this thread aside so that I could... investigate the recent jailbreak of... the Penguin. While I was looking into his plans to rob the Gotham National Bank, I received a... postcard containing a most intriguing riddle. It appeared that that dastardly Riddler was planning to steal a priceless dinosaur egg from the Gotham Museum. Naturally, I could not allow either crime to transpire, so I sent Batgirl to the Museum while I staked out the Bank across the street.
Sadly, I had underestimated the... savvy of these two villains, who were not only working together, but had enlisted the aid of the deadly Egghead. Both Batgirl and I were attacked from behind and tied to chairs, while the villains lit fuses on TNT cannisters and escaped with the loot.
Luckily, I always carry my... Bat-Scissors, and made short work of the ropes. After defusing the TNT, I rushed across the street to rescue Batgirl. I arrived just in time before the TNT detonated the entire museum.
Needless to say, Batgirl was... very grateful. She offered herself to me... completely, shall we say? And thus the two of us spent the following week in the Batcave, entwined like a nude pretzel of oral gratification. A gentleman does not discuss details, but I rode her not unlike the way I ride the Batcycle.
What? You want to know about the dinosaur egg and the money, as well as the villains? I'm sure Captain O'Hara took care of it. That is his... job, you know.
I HAVE YOU NOW! 
