Les Os posted:

let’s do Chernobyl

Pretty good posted:

It's pretty chill and normal for the first couple hours then once more than like six people are there everyone is too anxious to say anything in case they get owned irl and everyone stays in their tents for the rest of the weekend

Funky See Funky Do posted:

CannonFodder posted:

Nah we'll rent out a bunch of cabins in the Poconos because now we have spending money and families.

zenintrude posted:

probably a bunch of nerds playing killer queen or some other poo poo networked on their switches while some goon trys to convince himself and others that the vita is still alive and well in 2023

carry on then posted:

brought my 3ds, hoping to get some street passes

LSBB posted:

Me at the Spoonville town council meeting, they have long been awaiting my well articulated, deeply considered speech for why we as Spoonville should legalize weed even more, rendering it extra-legal, super legal, judiciously legal to a point that it's so legal that people would think it no less legal than breathing air in public. They observe me crawling similar to an ant because I'm low to the earth as I stroll up to the town hall, I'm in my hub spinner, lowrider, hydraulics on mega-low as I skim off the asphalt like caramel licked off a pan brother. I waltz into the council building and I do mean waltz, my leg moves whipping and wapping out in slo-mo because I'm on that Jigglers infused with the hottest new strains that got triple threat efficacy in getting you to that ant state, the ant-mind, killer efficient and lethal at debating, using only facts, and only feelings in tandem, bound together by the wisdom of balance, I hold up my chain and give a blessing to the memory of Triple Six Mafia who ascended to heaven on that faithful third day when they overdosed on Bin Laden Weed and left this earth to reach a state of consciousness here-to-fore unknown and unexperienced by us.

There's coughing, clearing throats, nervous shifting in the bean bag chairs and the shuffling in the beans within the chairs is like a chorus of rainsticks at a Boy Scout camp-out sushing all at once, like a hall-wide shooshing sound cuz it's time to shoosh and hear the All-Powerful's words.
I click on the clicker and the projector switches on, the big white crumpled bedsheet screens shimmers and makes it seem as though everyone is tripping huge balls, only accentuating the anticipation of the crowd. I pull it up, on screen, they recognize it immediately, they know what it is, and they couldn't believe it before, it was the argument they should have known would have sealed the extra-legal weed-gal debate.

It's the music video Still Tippin' by Mike Jones, feat. Slim Thug and Paul Wall. Mike Jones turns his face to the crowd from the comfort of his extremely low, low-rider (tippin') and says with the utmost confidence, as the crowd gasps.

"BLOWIN ON THAT ENDO

GAMECUBE,

NINTENDO."

The crowd explodes in cheers, it's unanimous, weed is now extra legal.

numberoneposter posted:

WHERE MY SQUATCHERS AT?!

Bogus Adventure posted:

*maintains a protective repulsion field of 50 yards courtesy to the sweet scent of unwashed taint*

numberoneposter posted:

hey guys im making some camp chili what kinda beans you want in there?

numberoneposter posted:

hey guys im making some camp chili what kinda beans you want in there?

Derpies posted:

*emerges from the woods with squatch crew bleeding heavily*

DarkSoulsTantrum posted:

Hey I heard there’s a guy named Drew here...

*looks to the squatch crew, looks to Drew*

Better run feller...

Bogus Adventure posted:

Shows up to go camping in a polo, khakis, and leather loafers.

Diaper is visible (and smellable) underneath pants.

Methanar posted:

lmfao if you think any government is going to ever let the plague officially end within the next 10 years.

you're going to be hearing about the threat and need for constant fear and viligance for years to come. New variant? New way to keep people in line!