SpaceClown posted:

actually you were supposed to go through that stage in the middle of your teens so you might be a teensy bit of a late bloomer.

whoflungpoop posted:

fat girls, yeah

Pick posted:

Like bees and global warming, girls become emotionally women decades before boys become emotionally men, and so they do not meet, and nothing is correctly pollinated, and the world dies, and the flowers wilt with sorrow before the bees arrive, and the bees find only wilted flowers--but the bees should have woken up.

Pick posted:

You told someone who tried to connect to you that she was an evil boxer-inner, and then went and told her that again in private, and now she will never dare admit she feels anything for anyone again.

shoophobo posted:

onions have layers

Sheep-Goats posted:

NomChompsky is the most unfuckable person in GBS during the hours in which he is in GBS

NomChompsky posted:

Wait wait wait, no, I told her that she was wrong to try to corner me in front of people like that. That kind of talk is for private. Then, privately, I told her that I wasn't interested and that I wouldn't have acted so dickishly if she hadn't caught me off guard in a crowd of people all listening to us. You got it all wrong!

Also she's fine. She banged my friend Eric and then when she left her wallet at his house she called and he wasn't there so she broke into his house to get it.

NomChompsky posted:

Which one are you again?

Sheep-Goats posted:

Why does everyone name their imaginary friend "Eric"?

Sheep-Goats posted:

Listen, so long as I'm not you I consider it a relief.

Cursed Lumberjack posted:

More like girls become emotional women!

Am I right guys?! Haha

NomChompsky posted:

That's his real name. His nickname is Pee Pee Drinka.

NomChompsky posted:

i skim threads for the posts made by people I think are funny.

You're not one of them.

loquacius posted:

Question, what's it like being friends with the President of the United States of America

e: or maybe his son, I guess pee pee drinkin is hereditary??? need to workshop this one

Sheep-Goats posted:

Thanks, that's a relief

Sheep-Goats posted:

Thanks, that's a relief

flerp posted:

heck, i like every penis

Pick posted:

DO YOU HAVE FEELINGS? ARE YOU HUMAN? DO YOU TALK TO YOUR WIFE ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS? REALLY? IN LIEU OF VIDEO GAMES? GO gently caress YOURSELF

NomChompsky posted:

thread's gettin angry now.

NomChompsky posted:

thread's gettin angry now.

myDad posted:

Pick posted:

Every man who does not become a man who seduces a woman deprives a woman of the bonds of her heart. Men think that they are the ones who suffer, focus on self and self penis, but what about the heart denied of woman died lonely? never! she is out! out there!

myDad posted:

Pick posted:

DO YOU HAVE FEELINGS? ARE YOU HUMAN? DO YOU TALK TO YOUR WIFE ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS? REALLY? IN LIEU OF VIDEO GAMES? GO gently caress YOURSELF

Pick posted:

teehee tickle balls

Pick posted:

He's several stories up, so I'd have to climb up to his back window and break it in and get in that way but it's very doable.

SpaceClown posted:

SpaceClown posted:

SpaceClown posted:

A thunderstorm at night. Wheels is rummaging around in trash pile #2/?? in his kitchen for an adderall baggie that he bought last week.

Suddenly with a crash and a boom the window facing the back terrace is broken and the lithe frame of an enraged Pick stands amongst shards of broken glass. A flash of lightning illuminating the teeth, clenched and bared, eyes wide with shoulders heaving the soaked garments in an erratic rhythm.

A panicked wheels lets out a low whine as with fists clenched Pick walks over to the proud display of lego sculptures on the wall. Knocking each one to the floor, the multicolored bricks shatter apart. Hours of tedious work on the sets wasted in an instant, his mind racing to remember how they went back together again. But pick is not done. She moves onto the posters and paintings hanging onto the wall, Hugh watching in horror as she tears each one from it's pinnings with a high pitched bellow, crumples them up and hurls them directly into his lap. Finally her eyes set on the trash piles in his kitchen.

"Dear god, no" wheels thinks, and Pick's mouth curls into a wicked grin. He dives out of his wheelchair - the crumpled posters and canvas paintings scattering across the floor - and tries to grab at her ankles, the rainwater still coating them allowing her to easily slip out of his strong grasp. She removes a roll of black garbage bags from her pants and with a single agile motion, fully expands one ready to commit dark deeds. She begins to shovel the dozens of piles of garbage into the bags, Hugh watching in horror as his arthropod friends and their ramshackle homes are sweeped into the expansive black void and are swiftly and neatly tied up. The crumpled posters, broken window shards and lego bricks are shortly shuffled into the bags as well. The tidiness wracking waves of sorrow on wheels as he struggles to comprehend what just happened.

Satisfied at her dark work, Pick climbs onto the window-sill, looking behind her at the scene of neatness behind her with the lone autistic cripple lying in shock amongst the scene. Not feeling satisfied quite yet she tosses a colorful box with a ribbon wrapped around it onto a nearby table, saying "Here I brought you this". This finally breaks the silence and spirit of Hugh and he lets out a low sob. She curls her lips into a smug grin, ready to deliver the final blow "My vagina". Just the utterance of the accursed words cause wheels to slink underneath the closest piece of furniture to protect himself. Her appetite satiated, she spreads the leathery wings of her bat suit and flies off into the night, howling and screeching searching for her next victim.

NomChompsky posted:

It's confusing because you call him wheels and hugh. Pick one and stick with it!