soemone told horab he oughta argue with me about symbology or somesuch, buthe sucks, soi came up with this isntead.
which is, why if they took away oru other implements of death ont eh playground, such as, but limited to, the marigoround things, the monkeybars, teh jungle jims, why not the swing? for those of you who may be reading this in some malign future, a swing is a piece of playground equipm,ent whereby chidlren using their own motiona nd body mass, propel themselves higher and higher, to highets up to 15 feet or more. since a person can die from a 3 foot fall i ask- why are these dangerous devices still on our playgrounds?
pure baby killing evil!
If Summer mixes Horab and Anti-Horab, will Summer get a Earth-Shattering Kaboom?
palyground equipment isn;t for killing children, it's for making mom's cry, and for qcked out kids on drugs to play on and have pre-marital sexual relations upon.
teh reason teh swing is stilla roudn is because we expect our small children, above the age of two, who can walk, to be reasonable enough not to fall out and break their heads on them.
caster braids: probaly some kidn of space tiem continuum shattering paradox, worthy of a bad 80's sci-fi drama movie.
hroab: dude, you're such a liar, damn you, you knwo kids will kill each otehr under teh slightest provocation, and prozac and ritalin and the other drugs, only replaces they're raging blod lust withcold, hard thosuand yard stares and killer mortal combat ninja moves.
further, you also know that we especially can't trust chidlren, to do anything but try and kill us all in our sleep. taht's what the swing sets are for man, to keep teh chidl popualtion down, and kinky marital sex.
d00d! you knwo there's no such thign as kinky marital sex, that only exists in post marital and extra marital sex!
and how can yous ay that about the children? it is obviously the fautl of their parents or video games that they are cold blooded ruthless killlers, it's totally unfair to blame the pharmaceutical industry or secret military super soldier training programs which may or may nto cull otu the hardest most survival isnteinct capable toddlers to lead our porud nations agaisnt eh unstoppable soviet nazi supermen who are flooding our borders from 3rd world oil rich nations everyday!
but you agree, swing sets are totally as dangerous as teh spinny merry go rounds of death that you your self bludgeoned poor billy's little head on as a post infant youth?
i totalyl disagree! in fact i knwo that swings are a boon to the future, withotu them, how can our chidlren of the future break their legs whiel mimicking their pcp addicted parents' attempts to fly?
wahtever man, the fact that kids actually push otehr kids on sqwings is enough proof for me, there is onyl oen way to settle this.
/me jabs horab's forehead
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woo ooo o ahh!
/me bounces abck and after loosening up, fakes a left then kicks anti-horab in teh jimmy
errgh.
/me fakes a kick to the head then falls down andtrips hoprab up. then jumps up and goes for the flying power opunch to the head!
/me rolls over and flips up, drawing a sword called mercy.
fool, your first mistake was buttering your turkey sandwhich. adn now, well now you wll die.
edit: oops
/me lmbers up and cracks his knuckles, then draws his sword ona quarterstaff deal thign call ashandarei
that was amsitake, you're right, btu you udnerestimate teh power of great jsutice!
ARRGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
/me propels himself at horab with lightning speed!
YARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!
/em propels hismelf at anti-horab with lightning speed!
/me feints right, and flows into sitting tiger!
/me parries ad ashanderei spinning furiously, looks for a stab to teh jugular!
/me counters with swooning duck, and flows into dancning penguin!
/me hops up and slaps hroab's sword back, teh cartwheels with a kick to hroab's noggin!
/me staggers back and shakes head of blood.
you ! if you obey justice turn off that zig!
/me cuts the atoms that bidn reality resulting in the heart ofchaos opening up a vast quaking vortexing vaccum of madness and utter, compelte hroribel insanity!
/me coutners with a hadoken of all yoru base are belong to us!
my suepr jumps outta the way and rains down sulphur!
/me blocks teh sulphur with a brimstones beam connon ray!
/me sits down for a cup of tea and a smoke.
sw33t, breaktiem! i was getting hungry, i'm gonan make me a turkeh sanwedge j0!
My name...is...CaptainJamesTKirk..of the Starship...Ent..erprize.. :shock:
Quote from: Eldora, Oracle of AlchemyMy name...is...CaptainJamesTKirk..of the Starship...Ent..erprize.. :shock:
*Summer twitches and unleashes Summer's Horde of Dementia Monsters on CaptainJamesTKirk in memory of all the times Summer's Brother stole the TeeVee to watch that God Awful show*
*Hoshiko beats Summer's horde in a rousing game of bloody battlesword scrabble and commands them to turn against Summer with a fire hose and 4000 lbs of trout and butter. FOR THE TREKKIES!*
*Hoshiko glances around and asks*
"Anyone else wanna talk bad about Star Trek or Swings?"
<Glare>
*Saint Zurtok releases the army of the Asshats on Hosiko seconds before she can give the order the Trout and butter to be unleashed.*
*Hosiko is drownd in a sea of buttocks wearing hats, as is the rest of her army.*
*The army then panics and proceeds to take off their clothes and put hats on their asses.*
*Hosiko is then left with nothing but her two sargents with really tiny peckers (who were too afraid that everyone might see their little pricks, thus they kept their clothes on) and the 23rd company's cat mascot, who is a diabetic with rhumatoid arthritis and syphalis*
*Saint Zurtok then has a trekkie festival in the great hall of the University of Asshats, and invites Hosiko because she has all that trout and butter that needs to be eaten, and seeing as most trekkies are fat, this works out well, as they all have heart attacks and die from eatting too much butter, and actually seeing a pretty girl (namely, Hosiko)*
Booyeah!
Quote from: Saint Zurtok Ah.D.*Saint Zurtok releases the army of the Asshats on Hosiko seconds before she can give the order the Trout and butter to be unleashed.*
Mo Ghile Mear?
/me sits at the table, munchign ona deleicious sandwhich while watching riker tell data how it is, notices carnage out of corner of eye, then glances at clock, then returns to riker striking a hero pose.
Quote from: Hoshiko
"Anyone else wanna talk bad about Star Trek or Swings?"
<Glare>
*whistles innocently*
8)