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gnarlyhotep posted:lmao boris vallejo basically owns
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etalian posted:boris vallejo basically owns agreed
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gnarlyhotep posted:agreed 
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taht is the nice donkers
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Mar 1, 2015 01:18
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Presidential Rape Cruiser would be a pretty solid band name.
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"Forty-two keys made of high-polished rose gold. The body is reinforced with aircraft-grade titanium alloy. And see this key guard here? This key guard is fashioned from the bumper of the Lincoln Continental that JFK was shot in." "And uh..." With a finger, President Clinton lazily gestures to the tip of the saxophone, where the neck splits like a hydra and terminates in half a dozen heads "...this here?" "Ah," the scientist smiles and nods sagely. "Six mouthpieces." Clinton balls a fist under his chin and mmmhmmms. "In the studies, we found that six mouthpieces were better than one. Theoretically, this will enable the player to create six times the sound." "Can I...give her a blow?" "By all means!" Like Indiana Jones, the president cautiously lifts the saxophone from the stainless steel gurney it was wheeled in on. The gurney has a Presidential Seal engraved on it. He throws the strap over his shoulder and begins to play. At first, the song begins like any other ordinary song. But as he plays, the music begins to transcend the fabric of space and time; it leaves the bell of the saxophone as a stream of pulsing color and light, and fills the room with a rainbow of ethereal energy that swirls around the two men like heavy fog. But the president seems oblivious to the "music". He just fingers the keys faster, and blows the mouthpiece(s) longer and harder. The scientist soon realizes that he is no longer hearing the music with his ears--he is hearing it deep inside his body, like a resonance frequency that vibrates down to something that dwells in the spongy red mush within his bones. "I was not a religious man!" the scientist shouts. "But I now know--with absolute certainty--that there dwells a holy spirit in each of us, and that this device's music is its meat and drink!" Clinton jams out even harder, and the "notes" begin to flow into one another as a constant, unyielding sound. "OH GOD" the scientist moans and falls to his knees in horror and ecstasy. Blood drips from his nose. The walls and and floor melt away, as do the gurney, the chairs, and the lights. In fact, nothing conventionally solid remains. The two float in an impossible void filled with music, somewhere on the fringes of the universe.
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Mar 1, 2015 01:28
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I can't get over how hard Cream-of-Plenty's story got me. 
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Mar 1, 2015 03:49
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I met Bill Clinton when he was doing the standard high school visit back in the day and got shake hands with him. God tier handshake and as a added bonus was like shaking hands with a porn star.
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For some reason I was mentally reading plafop's posts in the voice of a Coast to Coast AM caller talking about Clinton, Chris Tucker, Kevin Spacey, and presumably also Paul Reubens in their magical presidential rape cruiser.
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Mar 1, 2015 04:00
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Thank you for posting this short film but I still don't understand how it is real.
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Plafop posted:Bill Clinton touched me bad when i was an Eagle Scout. It was my JFK moment
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Pawn 17 posted:Just like Obama right? Oh wait. It's going to be so amazing, ten years from now, when we look back at the halcyon days of good feeling, mutual respect, bipartisan support, and sensible policy outcomes that was the Obama presidency as compared to the insane clown-shoes poo poo-show that is the Republican party of 2025.
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