Force fields originated during bible times, as shown by this picture of Noah on his Ark. The bird is attempting to tempt the Prophet Noah, but, choosing to follow Christ, he draws upon the power inherent in followers of Christ, (see one of the early posts), and creates a force field made of rainbows to assist in warding off the bird of Satan. From a purely studious standpoint, what can we observe from Noah? He seems to be focused on a higher being than himself, probably God. He has nothing in his hands, except his faith. Well folks, now you know! de Bob
once upon a time, a young child named Darren was playing his new handheld. this was back in the days of high quality handheld gaming, much better than apps or crappy 3D imagery. he had recently received an indigo game boy color, and he loved it. he had two games, a star wars game focusing on lord vader, and a pokemon game focusing on typhlosion. one day darren was sitting was sitting was sitting was sitting was sitting was sitting on a lush, comfy, moss covered rock outside, playing those games to his hearts content. he was almost entierly happy, yet he yearned for one thing. a peach soda. he ran in to kroger, popped one, and came back to his moss rock. after that, he was happy. truly. one hundred percent. in that moment, the world began to unravel. he had reached enlightenment, mental perfection. he realized he now had the power to do anything, so, using his mind, he fused his two games together, and transformed the game boy color's screen into a portal. (click read more at the bottom right to read more!)
This image represents the state that we find ourselves in when we discover something truly amazing. The telephone the frog-cowboy is using represents any mode that we can gain such crazy knowledge. The ramshackle house the frog-cowboy finds himself represents that discovering truly amazing things can happen in any situation, not just meditating three feet in the air on a velvet cushion. Though, height does make a difference, as referenced by the way the frog-cowboy is sitting on a table, evidently one of his only possessions. The guns in the picture remind us that our hunt for swag may go unwarranted, because there is no way we can change that fact that most of us are nasty frog-cowboys destined to never leave a nasty broken house.
Alrrrighty then folks, but thats not all! Theres more! Way Way more! So much more, you may have to get rid of someone-I mean thing to make room for it!
Te respresentative from cali-Gerogia has the floor.
dah dah with the american gas bag, ladeeda with our government! Peach soda is not part of the song, not ripping off Green day! guys, i think that I}M}B} Needs a face lift. time for a redesign. that why i have decided to bring this to the attention of the board. ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, people who are too mentally ill to decide what he is, i Present to you, the -4th wonder of the world, the new and improved, RBst Free, riboflavin induced, bonus features deluxe ultimate edition with up to 54 hours of bonus scenes, INSANEMONKEYBRAIN
everybody makes then ahhhhhhh sound to give that feeling of accomplishement
wait a second... Bob, whats goin on
those was the only submissions, man. you kint advertise good enough.
why did we let that anonymous one in here?
that was me
why does it say 'she' found on the internet?
i dunno, to throw you off my trail or somethin.
Okay! Well. The award for the Swaggiest Fridge goes to Wanda Saint!
Who is Wanda Saint?
that's you too, huh.
Never mind. Just never mind.
*drops the mike*
Growing final soliloquies,
As a result of a swift sentence,
We, the condemned, ponder
What we could have done better.
Death to all who oppose
Despite what should be.
Perchance, our conclusive statements
will incite an ambitious spark
In the hearts of the oppressed.
The dead eyed executioner
Herds us onto a creaky wooden platform.
Under which lies the body of the king.
A rope loop in the sky mourns openly
for the lives it has already stolen.
We, the condemned, form ranks,
Showing defiance even in the face of death.
I look to the horizon for a miracle
But find only cold cloudy indifference.
A crowd of people forced to watch
Stand on the perimeter of the square.
I notice a comrade's wife;
Dirty and small in the dim light.
I wonder how she can follow the oath
To a point this far along.
“I will never show weakness.
I will never submit.
I will stay as strong
As long as my people need me to be.”
There she stands, tall and imposing,
Still honoring the oath we wrote.
A fat man in muted red
Saunters into the square,
As I recall placing a noose
Around his father’s neck.
He breaks the silence.
“These men, the condemned,
Have forfeited the right to live.
For they have killed my father, the Mighty King!”
The poor excuse of a man
Steps gingerly from his pedestal.
And gestures for the executioner to begin.
Panic threatens to overwhelm me;
But I fight it down,
Reciting the sacred oath.
I will never show weakness.
One of us is lead to the hatch.
I will never submit.
A noose is secured around his neck.
I will stay as strong
The death-bringer grips the lever.
As long as my people need me to be.
The condemned one’s words,
Bellowed through the silence,
Hit the crowd like a war-hammer.
Dead-eyes heaves the lever
Dropping the hatch.
The crack of our brother’s neck
Echoing around the square for ages.
The Prince’s visage grows furious.
“Honor? What honor do these men have?
None! Kill the rest!” He snarls.
Another is guided to the hatch.
Upon inspection, the crowd--
They grow furious, too.
The lever is pulled,
And the man is dead.
Muttering breaks out in the crowd.
The Prince looks about, now unsure.
I am next selected.
I will never show weakness.
I am lead to the hatch.
I will never submit.
A noose is put around my neck.
I will stay strong!
I see the crowd surge,
The Prince draw his sword,
And the rest of the condemned begin to fight.
As long as my people need me t--
Once upon a time there was a baby owl. He had a bone that he loved, and would fly around with it every night. He would fly up and down, high and low, practicing tricks with his special bone. He attacked mice scurrying around the forest floor, and smacked them with his bone, killing dozens of them every night. He would fly with his friends, and they would practice fighting one another with their own special bones, imagining that they were amazing warriors. This activity was the baby owl’s favorite thing to do for years, and he believed himself to be an amazing hunter and warrior. Eventually, baby owl grew older, and became a teenager. He played with his special bone less often, as he felt it was a child's toy. He still did feel connected to it, so he would bring it out occasionally and reminisce. However, teenage owl spent most of his time hunting mice with his claws, and not his favorite childhood toy. Eventually, teenage owl got even older, and grew into Adult owl. His special bone was put away at the back of his nest, forgotten. He no longer needed it. And so the years passed, and with each year Adult owl grew in his strength. He was respected by all animals. One day Adult owl was flying, when he noticed some baby owls flying over a few mice. He remembered when he was little, and memories and nostalgia overwhelmed him. Thoughts of the past invaded his normally calm mind. He continued watching the baby owls, and was quite impressed by how many mice they were taking down. Not as many as he had when he was a child, but nevertheless an impressive amount. Adult owl flew down to them, and praised them. “One day you will be great warriors, just like me. Simply keep practicing with those special bones as I did when I was your age.” The baby owls looked at him with a look of confusion. “Adult owl, we don't have special bones. These are our lucky reeds and they are what we play with.” Well this baffled Adult owl. “Perhaps that is why I caught more mice when I was a baby, because of my amazing special bone. I think i'll fly and get it now.” And so he did. Upon returning, he exclaimed that the owl children of today would not grow to be as great of warrior unless they had special bones, and not these silly lucky reeds. Now upon saying this, another owl, Grey owl, flew towards him. Adult owl remembered Grey owl. They had played together when Adult owl was baby owl. Grey owl said to Adult owl “Actually, these owl children will grow to be far better warriors then we. They have actually captured many more mice than we did at their age, and it is because of these lightweight, durable, strong reeds they use. Perhaps your nostalgia has clouded your mind.”
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Just look at that cute bushy tail and hand!
dont understand don't understand
youre in my head you're in my head
should feel nothing fo-or you
If you're going to be rude enough to take up residency in my mind at least have the decency to show up in reality
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