Last Post Wins

[peterfaj]

What? no... I'm not faj. That sounds too stupid.

[Carcrazy]

Anyway, the Can of spam should be only for utmost stupidity.

[Carcrazy]

Oh, and might I add...

OWNED.

[Koenigsegg_Rox]

As the thread title suggests, the user who makes the last post will win.

Rules:
- Last post wins.
- Mods are not allowed to cheat by locking the thread.
- Users who post 2 or more times in a row are gay.
- Users who make posts that are longer than one page (according to my monitor, 1440x900) are automatically disqualified. And also gay.

The winner will receive cake.



And I WIN! AHAHAHAHAHAAHA

Phailure carcrazy.

[Carcrazy]

Aw... but I like girls.

(Oh God... ahahahahahaha.)
*Waits for a n00b to not get it....*

[bluestreak908]

time for my post cuz i avent been on this topic for months!
xD

[peterfaj]

Sorry carcrazy... You may like girls, but you're gay. And that's the worst kind of gayness. Wait...that doesn't work...
Sorry carcrazy... You may HAVE LIKED girls, but you're gay now. That's better. Oh...wait, it's still not good.
The prophecy doesn't need to be right anyway...
*runs*

[Nitrodemon McLaren]

The prophecy has failed everyone... but me.

[Koenigsegg_Rox]

Nitro stop being so selfish =P

[_BLAHHEAD_]

The end of your heterosexuality is near!
The prophecy is starting to take effect!
Only I can stop it, but thy is too lazy to!
Your quest is to bribe me with money!
Preferably a sum of $1000000 plus!
I am using too many exclamation marks!
The end of the post is nearing!
The end has come!
End!

[peterfaj]

lol

[Carcrazy]

The end of your heterosexuality is near!
The prophecy is starting to take effect!
Only I can stop it, but thy is too lazy to!
Your quest is to bribe me with money!
Preferably a sum of $1000000 plus!
I am using too many exclamation marks!
The end of the post is nearing!
The end has come!
End!

Hmmmm... nope. Still no interest in man-trees.

Unless it's in a ditch, if you get what I mean.

[Nitrodemon McLaren]

I never knew nitrous oxide was capable of selfishness...

N20 = SLF x UNLSPD = RLYLONGFORMULA

[peterfaj]

you know, RLYLONGFORMULA looks rly cool.

[Koenigsegg_Rox]

I never knew nitrous oxide was capable of selfishness...

Nitrodemon McLaren stop being so selfish =P

fix'd

[Nitrodemon McLaren]

I never knew nitrous oxide was capable of selfishness...

Man, am I selfish... smack me with a trout please, Eddy.

ok Ed.

fix'd EEnE style.

[Koenigsegg_Rox]

Man, am I selfish... smack me with a trout please, Eddy

fix'd EEnE style.

[KammyworldRacerGT4]

What? no... I'm not faj. That sounds too stupid.

Who can say? Stupid names for stupid people.

[peterfaj]

You are stoopid.

[Evil Kid Weaselmush]

ur all stoopid!!!!11 except for me becoz i are ekw!!!!11111 lol!!!!1

[Koenigsegg_Rox]

NOW who's being selfish?

[Evil Kid Weaselmush]

A couple nights ago, I had just about one of the weirdest dreams I ever remember having.... I dreamed that Ozzy Osbourne bit my head off. Literally. Ok, lemme give the whole story, I'll try to write it out as quickly as possible... well, I had gotten a job as a janitor/housekeeper at the Osbourne's house. I took my job soooo seriously and just completely worked myself to death, keeping the whole mansion just entirely sparkling and spotless. I cleaned up every single little thing perfectly, not a single speck of dust or anything to be seen anywhere. Everyone in the family was just so pleased with the job I was doing and was always complimenting me on how good I was at keeping the house looking just "absolutely pristine"... everybody, that is, except for Ozzy. Now Ozzy was not only... an extreme neat freak, to say the least... but also an extreme eccentric. I mean, of course, he's Ozzy Osbourne.... but I mean even MORE eccentric. He would make all these rounds about the house just about 24/7, searching and inspecting every square centimeter of the inside of that mansion, looking into every single nook and cranny for little tiny specks or pieces of dust to make sure that they're removed immediately. Basically, that's all that he lived for, all that he did the whole time I was there. During the whole week I worked for them, never once did he find a single speck of anything. But that's just the thing -- he always thought that he was finding things. Due to his crazy nature, he would just do things like point to a beautiful, shiny marble floor that I just waxed a few seconds ago and be like, "Jesse!!!!! Look at this big, f'ing smudge on the floor, go clean that up right now!!!!". I would try to explain to him in the nicest and most rational way possible that there wasn't really any smudge there and that he was just seeing things, but he kept insisting that there was until I finally wiped away the "smudge". I would call in Sharon or one of the kids, who didn't really see anything there either, to tell him. But they knew all too well that they had better just side with Ozzy... or else. They just pretended like they saw everything, but would afterwards tell me in secret how pleased they actually were with me. Stuff like this continued all throughout the week. "A roach was just here," observes Ozzy. Ozzy, of course, hates roaches. "I must try and track it to find the nest!!!!" Moving right along, I was on night 8 of my job, upstairs just dusting the xylophone and minding my own business. All of the sudden, Ozzy just bursts in and starts yelling and swearing at the top of his lungs at me about something, having just returned from his fourth nightly inspection. "What did I do now?!?", I thought to myself. At first I couldn't understand a word he was saying because he was talking so fast and in his accent, but after a few sentences, I was able to make out something about a little spot on one of the toilets. I just stood there, silently trying to process in my mind what he was saying, and that made him even more mad because I wasn't answering any of his questions. Then after a few sentences more I picked up that this spot was, specifically, on toilet #37, which is in one of the 5th-floor bathrooms. Then, he suddenly just walked over to me and... bit my head off. The end!

Hope you guys enjoyed that!

[Gab00nzeR]

Someone`s post will always be the last one.
It`s mine now

[KammyworldRacerGT4]

A couple nights ago, I had just about one of the weirdest dreams I ever remember having.... I dreamed that Ozzy Osbourne bit my head off. Literally. Ok, lemme give the whole story, I'll try to write it out as quickly as possible... well, I had gotten a job as a janitor/housekeeper at the Osbourne's house. I took my job soooo seriously and just completely worked myself to death, keeping the whole mansion just entirely sparkling and spotless. I cleaned up every single little thing perfectly, not a single speck of dust or anything to be seen anywhere. Everyone in the family was just so pleased with the job I was doing and was always complimenting me on how good I was at keeping the house looking just "absolutely pristine"... everybody, that is, except for Ozzy. Now Ozzy was not only... an extreme neat freak, to say the least... but also an extreme eccentric. I mean, of course, he's Ozzy Osbourne.... but I mean even MORE eccentric. He would make all these rounds about the house just about 24/7, searching and inspecting every square centimeter of the inside of that mansion, looking into every single nook and cranny for little tiny specks or pieces of dust to make sure that they're removed immediately. Basically, that's all that he lived for, all that he did the whole time I was there. During the whole week I worked for them, never once did he find a single speck of anything. But that's just the thing -- he always thought that he was finding things. Due to his crazy nature, he would just do things like point to a beautiful, shiny marble floor that I just waxed a few seconds ago and be like, "Jesse!!!!! Look at this big, f'ing smudge on the floor, go clean that up right now!!!!". I would try to explain to him in the nicest and most rational way possible that there wasn't really any smudge there and that he was just seeing things, but he kept insisting that there was until I finally wiped away the "smudge". I would call in Sharon or one of the kids, who didn't really see anything there either, to tell him. But they knew all too well that they had better just side with Ozzy... or else. They just pretended like they saw everything, but would afterwards tell me in secret how pleased they actually were with me. Stuff like this continued all throughout the week. "A roach was just here," observes Ozzy. Ozzy, of course, hates roaches. "I must try and track it to find the nest!!!!" Moving right along, I was on night 8 of my job, upstairs just dusting the xylophone and minding my own business. All of the sudden, Ozzy just bursts in and starts yelling and swearing at the top of his lungs at me about something, having just returned from his fourth nightly inspection. "What did I do now?!?", I thought to myself. At first I couldn't understand a word he was saying because he was talking so fast and in his accent, but after a few sentences, I was able to make out something about a little spot on one of the toilets. I just stood there, silently trying to process in my mind what he was saying, and that made him even more mad because I wasn't answering any of his questions. Then after a few sentences more I picked up that this spot was, specifically, on toilet #37, which is in one of the 5th-floor bathrooms. Then, he suddenly just walked over to me and... bit my head off. The end!

Hope you guys enjoyed that!

D-

[Evil Kid Weaselmush]

@Kammy

"Ok, lemme give the whole story, I'll try to write it out as quickly as possible... "

I wrote that in about 5 minutes, so I really don't think you can criticize it. And, yea, I really did have that dream. I swear to God I didn't make any of that up.